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Being Their's

Lilliana's mom always thinks about herself, never her own daughter. So, when she gets married and moves them again to a new town, Lilliana never expects she will become happier than she has been in years. Her new stepbrother Ryder can't stand seeing Lilly with her five new 'boyfriends." Ryder makes her his. Then the other two stepbrothers come home for Christmas break and things get even hotter. How is she going to handle being with three guys, when she has never even had a real boyfriend? Only thing she knows for sure is she loves Being Their's!
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Chapter 7

An involuntary shiver runs through my body, and I push up on his chest to get into a sitting position. "Ryder please give me my phone."

"I'll tell you what sis. Give me a kiss like the one you gave Logan earlier and I will give you your phone back." Ryder says smiling at me.

I scoff. "You can't be serious."

"I am very serious."

I stare at him for a minute. He really is serious. "You have a girlfriend."

Ryder shrugs his shoulders at me. "So?"

I shake my head in disbelief. He is good looking, and me and Logan aren't officially together or anything. It's not like he asked me to be his girlfriend so I guess it wouldn't hurt to kiss Ryder and I will get my phone back and it will get him out of my room.

Ryder is still smirking at me and against my better judgment I lean down and kiss him. Barely letting our lips brush at first and then I feel Ryder leaning forward to deepen the kiss. I slide my hands into his surprisingly soft hair and let him probe my mouth open with his tongue. I feel his hands slide down my waist and onto my ass.

I grind my hips down onto his lap and Ryder groans deep in his chest. I can't help but moan as Ryder's hands continue their exploration of my body. I continue grinding down on the hardness in his pants and I feel heat pooling in my lower belly.

Ryder pulls away from the kiss, and I hate that I feel disappointed. "Fuck baby." Ryder says as he rolls us so he's on top of me.

"Kiss me." I say as he begins massaging my breasts through my shirt. Ryder waists no time kissing me again. I slip my hands under his shirt feeling the toned muscles of his stomach and chest.

Ryders hand makes it way down my stomach and to the waist band of my shorts. He pauses for a second before sliding his hand inside my shorts. "Mmm." I moan as his fingers slide down my folds and onto my clit.

"You're not wearing any underwear." Ryder says smirking, placing kisses along my neck and down to my chest.

"I never wear underwear before bed." I say a little breathlessly.

"Good to know." Ryder groans. "Fuck you are so wet baby." Ryder slips his finger inside me and I moan louder than I mean too.

"Shh baby. You don't want our parents to hear you, do you?"

I moan again. "It's your fault if they do."

Ryder laughs and kisses me as he thrusts his finger in and out of me while circling my clit with his thumb.

"Fuck, you are so tight. Do you think you can handle a second finger?"

I nod my head moaning slightly. I already feel so full, but I want more. Ryder slowly slides a second finger inside me, and I can feel myself stretching. He waits a minute giving me time to adjust to the feeling before thrusting.

"Oh god, please don't stop." I say kissing Ryder's neck.

Ryder thrusts faster and I can feel myself coming undone. "I'm going to come."

"Come on my fingers baby, let me feel it." Ryder whispers against my ear as he thrusts one last time.

"Oh fuck. I'm coming." I moan into his neck as I feel my pussy tense around his fingers.

"That's it baby." Ryder says kissing me through it, but he doesn't stop thrusting until I think I'm going to scream. Ryder finally pulls his fingers out of my pussy, and I watch as he licks my juices off his fingers. Making sure he doesn't miss a drop.

Ryder kisses me and I can taste myself on his lips. Making me moan again. "Tight and tasty." Ryder says, making me blush. He gives me one more quick peck before standing up and adjusting his hardness.

"Goodnight sis." Ryder winks and leaves my room.

The second my door closed I realized what I just did. What the fuck was that? How did I let it go that far and why did it have to feel so good? Ughhh. It's going to be a long night.

"Beep, beep, beep." Ughhhhh. It cannot possibly be morning already. After rolling out of bed I start digging through my boxes to find something warm to wear today. I pull out a pair of skinny jeans and a low-cut pink sweater get dressed and start brushing my hair.

I need to brush my teeth and put on a little make-up before I'm late for the bus. Rushing to the bathroom I hurry through the rest of my morning routine grab my backpack, Logan's hoody and run downstairs.

"Good morning sis. Why are you in such a hurry?" Ryder asks when I come downstairs.

I feel my cheeks heat, and I have to look away from him. "I have to hurry up so I don't miss the bus." I say avoiding eye contact with him.

"Sit and eat some cereal or something." Ryder says casually.

I turn and look at him in disbelief. "You're not serious right. I just told you I had to catch the bus."

"You're not riding the bus today. You are riding with me."

I narrow my eyes at him. "I thought you had to pick up your girlfriend in the mornings."

"She will find another ride."

I shake my head. "I'm riding the bus. See you later."

Ryder slams the door shut as I try to open it and I turn to find him smirking. "Ryder seriously I have to go."

He takes a step closer, and I back up until I hit the door. "You are riding to school with me today and I don't want you wearing that hoody anymore."

I look down at Logan's hoody and back up to Ryder. "I can wear whatever I want."

Ryder leans in letting his lips brush against my ear and a chill runs through my body. I can't help but close my eyes. I freaking hate myself for reacting this way to him. "If you want a hoody to wear, you can have one of mine."

"I don't want one of your hoodies." I say trying to sound confident and I don't even believe myself.

Ryder leans in rubbing his hands along my waist and kisses me. Slowly at first but he quickly deepens the kiss making me moan. He takes a step closer, forcing our bodies to rub against each other.

"Ryder stop; we can't do this again." I say pushing against his chest.

Ryder smiles at me. "Fine, but you are still riding to school with me this morning. So, eat some breakfast."

I sigh giving in. There is no point in arguing with him. I pull out my phone to send Logan a text.

Me: Hey, I won't be on the bus this morning. I will see you at school.

His response is almost immediate.

Logan: Okay beautiful. I hope everything is okay. See you at school. (kissy face)

"You texting your boyfriend?" Ryder asks as I follow him into the kitchen to eat a quick bowl of cereal.

"Please stop calling him my boyfriend." I say giving Ryder a death glare.

Ryder smirks in response and I grab a small bowl of cereal, even though I'm really not that hungry. We eat in awkward silence. "You ready sis?" Ryder asks at seven thirty. I nod my head and we head out to the driveway where his corvette is parked.

"Don't forget to buckle up." Ryder says once we get settled in his surprisingly comfortable car.

"Got it." I say as he pulls out of the driveway, headed in the opposite direction of the school.

I look at him with furrowed brows. "Where are we going?"

Ryder shrugs. "School."

"The school is the opposite direction."

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