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  Caleb seems pretty calm, considering that the FBI was just here. He’s running around packing like he doesn’t even care. I mean, that woman knows that Caleb is Beast, but I can hear Caleb in the living room, throwing his stuff into the gym bag without a care in the world.

  And this is exactly why I want Caleb on the road trip. I absolutely don’t trust him not to go right back to training in all the same spots the second I leave, which means that if I take off with Gina, I’m going to be spending the entire time worrying about Caleb getting arrested. If he comes with us, he’ll train in different places, and I can keep an eye on him.

  It’s too bad this road trip was supposed to help me keep my eyes off him.

  Caleb comes back into the kitchen, wearing a tight white t-shirt that shows off muscles that I didn’t even know he had.

  “You still have that bathing suit I got you, right?”

  “Caleb, the only reason I invited you on my girls only road trip is so you wouldn’t get arrested by the FBI. The situation has not changed, so you’d better not get any ideas.”

  “Oh, it’s too late for that. I’ve got all kinds of ideas running through my head right now.”

  “You’re insane. Two federal agents look you in the eye and basically tell you they know you’re an illegal MMA fighter, and all you can think about is me in that stupid bathing suit?”

  “It’s all I’ve been able to think about ever since I saw you in it.”

  I roll my eyes. “You’re lucky I’m a nice person who would feel bad about letting her stepbrother get arrested.”

  There’s a knock on the door. That better be Gina.

  “I’m pretty sure that’s our ride. Let’s get out of here before they call a SWAT team on us.”

  Chapter 18: Emma

  Are there a lot of cops out on the highway today, or am I just being paranoid? There’s a highway patrol car that’s been following us for the past ten minutes, and I keep looking back at it, waiting for the lights to come on.

  “Relax, Emma,” says Gina, looking at me in the rear view mirror, “If they wanted to arrest you today, they would have done it at your house. If you freak out about every cop we see, you’re not going to have any fun.”

  Caleb’s huge arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “Besides, prison won’t be so bad. I bet if we pulled some strings, we could even share a cell.”

  I peel Caleb’s arm off my waist and put it down in his lap. “I think I’d rather take my chances in solitary.”

  Gina looks confused. “Wait, didn’t you say the FBI offered to drop the charges if you helped them?”

  Up in the passenger seat, Fox shrugs. “Yeah, but that could be pretty dangerous. I think you made the right decision. If they keep coming by, you can help them after the championship.”

  I guess I can’t blame Gina for swinging by to get Fox after I broke the no boys allowed rule, but it does leave me crammed in the back seat of her tiny little smart car with Caleb. It also means that they’re probably going to spend the entire trip flirting and sneaking off to have sex, making this whole thing a little too close to a long double date.

  “Fox, if you go to jail, you’re taking me with you.”

  “They’d have to put us in a fucking soundproof cell.”

  They’ve been like this the entire way up. Every single conversation turns back to sex. And it’s not like I can turn to Caleb for nice, wholesome conversation. He spent half the drive trying to convince me that I’ll get a better view of the redwoods if I sit on his lap.

  And since I don’t want to think about our little visit from the FBI, and I definitely don’t want to think about sex any more than I already am, I look out the window and wait for the first redwood to appear.

  Luckily, I don’t have to wait long. As we drive into the redwoods, even Fox and Gina stop talking about loud prison sex long enough to admire the view. As we get further into the forest, the trees get denser, taller, and more beautiful. We’re a little behind schedule because we picked up Fox, which means the sun is low in the sky and the highway is bathed in a gorgeous orange glow.

  Our original plan was to get into the middle of the redwoods, turn off down a random highway, and spend the day hiking through the woods. Now that there are boys here and the day’s almost over, I’m not sure what the plan is, but I have a sinking feeling it’s going to involve Gina getting laid.

  Gina looks at a bunch of hikers taking pictures by the side of the road and narrows her eyes. “There are too many people here, don’t you guys think? We should get off the main highway.”

  Fox agrees. So does Caleb. I mean, I do, too: big groups of hikers taking selfies everywhere kind of ruins the magic. So with the whole car in agreement, we turn down the next tiny little road we can find and head deeper into the forest.

  ***

  The roads keep getting smaller and smaller with every turn we make. Caleb’s finally found something to distract himself with—talking about his pre-tournament training routine with Fox—so I’m using the peace and quiet to take in the sights of the redwood forest: the birds, the overgrown, abandoned trails, the way the setting sun lights up the fog…

  Wait, why are we stopped?

  “Hey, Emma? Fox and I want to go check out the…uh…” Gina furrows her brow and squints at a park map on the passenger’s side of the car. “National Tree Ring Museum, is that alright?”

  “National Tree Ring Museum?”

  “Yeah, it’s supposed to be five miles down the road.”

  “So it’s just…full of tree rings? Why would you want to go to something like that?”

  Gina raises her eyebrows. “Exactly. I bet it’s totally empty.”

  “Gina!”

  “I just feel bad that we’re not going to get to explore the woods like you wanted to because I picked up Fox! So here’s the plan: you drop us off at the museum, you two can take the car, explore the woods, and have stepsibling bonding time, and then you’ll pick us up when it starts to get dark.”

  There’s mischief in Gina’s eyes as the words “stepsibling bonding time” roll off of her tongue like melted chocolate.

  This isn’t just an excuse to sneak off with Fox, is it? She’s trying to get me alone with Caleb, too.

  “Sound good?” Gina winks at me in the rear view mirror.

  Sure. Yeah. Great. Spending a couple hours alone in the woods with my stupid sexy stepbrother, who I’ve been desperately trying to avoid sleeping with ever since he fucked my brains out in the showers. Sounds awesome.

  Wait, did I say that last part out loud?

  “Awesome!” says Gina, as she hits the gas, “I have a feeling this is going to be very educational.”

  ***

  The National Tree Ring Museum actually looks a little nicer than I thought it would. It’s a big, two-story log cabin with a huge trail leading out back to a bunch of outdoor exhibits, and just like Gina predicted, it’s so empty that it doesn’t even look like anyone’s watching over the place. Fox and Gina have their hands in each other’s pants before they even get inside, and I get the feeling they’re not going to want to leave any time soon.

  I start the car and start heading back up the dirt trail, while Caleb spreads out into the back seat. It’s a good thing we’re not on a busy road: Caleb’s body stuffed into that tight white t-shirt is seriously distracting.

  Luckily, being alone with him isn’t as bad as I thought it’d be. We laugh about Fox and Gina, he tells me how he hasn’t shut up about her since they met, and I ask him questions about what Poodle was like before I got there. As we talk, I keep turning the car down random side trails, taking us deeper and deeper into the woods. I don’t even really realize what I’m doing until the roads are more like walking paths and the signs disappear.

  And if the outer edges of the forest were pretty, it’s breathtaking all the way in here. Fireflies blink around the car, and a small, quiet river starts to wind along the path. Up ahead, there’s a giant redwood tree at the end of our
trail, towering over the rest of the forest. Everything looks magical, and I can’t help but think about Tristan and Analucia in the Forbidden Grove.

  Analucia looks at Tristan, his skin shining in the moonlight.

  “They say when two people kiss in the Forbidden Grove, their destinies are bound together for the rest of their lives,” she says.

  Tristan takes Analucia’s face in his hands, drawing a breath from her lips as her body presses against the knight’s rippling muscles.

  “Is that so?” he asks, “Then what happens if they make love?”

  “Eyes on the road, sis.”

  I gasp as I realize I was just checking Caleb out in the mirror and glue my eyes to the road.

  “Unless, you know, you wanted to pull over and stop ignoring that wet little pussy between your legs.”

  That does it. I hit the brakes and put the car in park. It’s not like I have any choice: the dirt trail we’re on ends at the roots of the redwood tree, less than a hundred feet ahead of us.

  “Caleb, you can’t say things like that!”

  “Why not? You were just staring at my cock like it was on the menu and you’re telling me you’re not thinking about it at all?”

  Caleb grabs his cock through his jeans, and I can’t help but look again for just a second. “I’m not…”

  But that’s such a lie that I almost laugh trying to say it. The truth is that I’ve spent all afternoon thinking about what that scarred up, tattooed body could do to me if I just said the word. How amazing it would feel to forget about our parents and my inhibitions and the FBI and just wrap my legs around Caleb’s waist and take his cock inside me…

  I just barely manage to hold back a moan as Caleb’s massive hands reach around my body and start undoing my seatbelt. “I thought we settled this whole lying thing at our disciplinary meeting yesterday.”

  I squeak as Caleb pulls me up from the driver’s seat and into the back of the car with him. He holds me at arm’s length, hands around my wrists, and I try to squirm out of his grasp.

  “There. Now you don’t have to stare at me through the rear view mirror. You can look at the real fucking thing.”

  “Let me go or I’m going to kick you in the balls, pervert!”

  I bite my lip and send my knee between Caleb’s legs, but he traps it between his muscular thighs before I can connect. I try to pull his legs apart and free myself, but he grabs my wrists and raises them way above my head, pulling my body right into his chest.

  “It takes one to know one, sis.”

  Our faces our inches apart now, and Caleb’s heavy breaths wash against my face.

  “Don’t! Call! Me! Sis!”

  With every word, I push as hard as I can to try and get my wrists out of Caleb’s grasp, my body pressing against his steel-hard torso as I try and use it as leverage to pull away from him. He laughs and pulls me higher, and I push against him harder, until suddenly, almost unconsciously, our fighting turns into something else and Caleb’s lips claim mine.

  I can’t take it anymore. I need him. I need him so bad, and I don’t think I can pretend that I don’t anymore.

  Chapter 19: Caleb

  The little quiver in Emma’s lips as I claim her mouth is about to drive me completely over the fucking edge.

  She’s kissing me like it’s the first time she’s ever done it. Her lips are tentative against mine, and I feel her gasp as I touch her face and pull her deeper, her tongue exploring mine like she’s never felt it before.

  That’s probably because in her mind, this is the first time she’s kissed me and not just made out with me. I mean fuck, it’s sappy, but I kind of feel that way, too. I don’t know if it’s because she’s thinking about me differently or if it’s just because we’re out here in the middle of the woods and she feels like she doesn’t have to hide, but I don’t really care. This is not a onetime thing, not unless that tree up there falls on us right this second. This is fucking real.

  As Emma gets hotter and hotter and starts softly bucking her hips against mine, I’m thinking we should move to somewhere with a little more space. We’re going to need it for what I have in mind.

  Undoing my seatbelt in one smooth motion, I hold Emma against my body and climb back into the backseat. Then, I hit a button on the side of the back seat, and Emma lets out an adorable fucking squeal as our seats begin to fold into the floor. Once the seats are out of the way and we’re sitting on the car floor, I smack Emma on the ass, drawing a moan from her cute little mouth.

  “Stand up. Keep your arms above your head.”

  Emma gives me a confused look, so I smack her on the ass again and she jumps to her feet, legs shaking with lust as her palms touch the top of the car.

  “What’s the matter, Emma? This isn’t turning you on, is it? Following my orders?”

  “God, you’re such an-mmmm” Emma can’t finish calling me whatever the fuck she was about to call me because I’m reaching into her shorts and cupping her pussy in my hand. I give it a little squeeze, and she buries her face into her shoulder.

  “What you saying? I didn’t get that last part. I’m such a what?”

  “You’re such an arrogant…mmm…prick.”

  “And you love it. You call me a prick, an asshole, a douchebag, and then as soon as I’m gone, you slip your fingers right down here,” I grind the thickest part of my palm between Emma’s legs, “and imagine they’re my fingers.”

  Emma bites her lip and shakes her head. “Mmm-mmm”

  “No!? You’re telling me you don’t touch yourself to me? Sis, I could hear you from the garage last night. I was this close to just coming in your room, pulling your finger out of your wet little panties, and giving you the real thing. But now that you’re pretending like that’s not what you want, I’m not going to let you off that easy.”

  “I don’t know…what you’re talking about…”

  Adorable, but unacceptable. I press my thumb against Emma’s clit and spank her, and she makes a noise that’s so high pitched you couldn’t play it on a fucking piano.

  “Alright, fine. Since you don’t want to tell me what you were doing in your room last night, I guess you’re just going to have to show me.”

  I take one of Emma’s hands from the car ceiling and slowly slide it into her shorts. Then, as she looks down at me with the hottest little surprised face I’ve ever seen, I pull her shorts down to her thighs so that I can get a better view.

  At first, Emma’s fingers linger with hesitation, but when I start to strip my clothes off, she just can’t help herself.

  “Oh God, Caleb,” she says, as she furiously fingers herself with one hand still on the car ceiling, “This is so dirty.”

  I laugh, and then pull my jeans down, giving Emma a perfect view of my cock. “You’re right. It’s very inappropriate. I should probably put this away, too.”

  Emma lets out a disappointed moan. “No? You want me to keep it out? You don’t want it inside you, do you?”

  She doesn’t answer. Instead, she closes her eyes and touches herself faster. “Open your eyes, Emma.”

  And just like that, they’re open again, looking straight down between my legs. I wrap a hand around the base of my shaft. “You can have every inch of it if you come down and get it.”

  Shit, Emma might actually finish herself off at the rate she’s going. She’s definitely most of the way there. Her legs are starting to tremble. But just when I think she’s about to come without me, she pounces down onto me instead.

  I take a little foil out of my pocket, but Emma takes it out of my hands and rolls it on herself. Then, she slides down on me in one smooth motion and grabs hold of my abs as she bounces up and down on me like she’s possessed.

  It’s a good thing we’re out in the middle of nowhere, because I’m pretty sure this car is rocking. I put my hands on Emma’s shoulders, pulling her down into me with a strength that I usually reserve for 200 pound MMA fighters. I’m not going to hold back anymore. I don’t even think
I can.

  But Emma takes it all and throws it right back to me, and pretty soon, we’re kissing again, and I’m not thinking about anything in the universe but her, and it stays that way up until we finish and she collapses down into my arms.

  “I think you were right,” she says, bringing her face inches away from mine.

  “Right? About what?”

  “You said that by end of the summer, you were going to make me yours.”

  Emma smiles, and her blue eyes look down into mine. “And I think you were right.”

  Chapter 20: Emma

  It’s not that Portland isn’t a nice place. It looks like it’s a lot of fun. I just haven’t been paying very much attention to it, because ever since our little encounter in the back of Gina’s car…something’s changed between me and Caleb. He’s being as cocky, dirty, and aggressive as ever…and I’m really enjoying it. All afternoon, we’ve been giving Fox and Gina a run for their money in terms of aggressive public affection. As we hop from food truck fairs to outdoor concerts, it’s like we’re in a competition to see who can be hornier in public.

  Apparently, ever since our little encounter in the back seat of Gina’s car, Caleb has decided that my ass is his personal property. He keeps squeezing it, smacking it, and trying to lead me around by it. When he gets too grabby, I end up smacking him on the chest, and then we start wrestling in the middle of the street. I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t a little hot to grope Caleb out in public, but I’m a little concerned he’s going to keep it up when we’re back to California. And that can’t happen. I can’t even imagine what would happen if the two of us started acting like this at work…or even worse, around our parents. I shudder at the thought.

  But for now, it’s alright. It’s even pretty fun to tease Caleb for a change, giving him a taste of his own medicine with corny double entendres and “accidental” contact with my boobs until he’s nice and hard. At the food truck fair, I bought an artisanal organic corn dog and took the entire thing in my mouth, making eye contact with him the whole time. His reaction was the same thing he’s been saying to me all day.