Disclaimer: See chapter 1

Lucas

Nathan is kissing me right here in the middle of the fucking woods...and I don't care. I kiss him back. If those idiots find us now, I'll kill them single handedly for interrupting this. His legs are slightly spread apart and I'm between them. All that keeps running through my head is that I seem to fit here.

We break the kiss and he takes my hand as tells me we've got to keep moving. After what seems like over an hour, we spot a sign that indicates a rest stop about a quarter mile away. No traffic has passed and we both are pretty sure our captors are somewhere playing with themselves. We walk along the side of the road. We don't exactly hold hands or anything but our shoulders are touching and our fingers brush lightly against each others.

"Should we talk about this?" I stupidly ask and I can tell I've just killed the mood.

Nathan stops and it takes me a step or two before I realize he's not right beside me. I'm almost afraid to turn around but I do. He's looking at me with this face that I'm pretty sure he pulls on girls who say they want to slow down in the middle of a make out session.

"I'm sorry," I say, keeping my distance.

Nathan just shakes his head and offers me that cocky smile of his before walking up to me and taking my hands in his. He's walking backwards, leading me off the road and back into the woods. He leans against a big old tree and pulls me into his arms, his hands dropped low on my waist.

"Okay, let's talk."

I'm not sure if I'm supposed to go first but I do anyway.

"Are we feeling something because we feel something or is it the stress of what happened?"

Nathan laughs at me and kisses the tip of my nose.

"I thought you were supposed to be the smart one," he teases.

I think I'm actually pouting because he's making fun of me. That just makes him lean up and suck on my bottom lip. I place my hands around his neck and try to sound a little more intelligent.

"I guess I'm asking what are we doing? We're brothers. Brothers don't do this."

"No," he kisses my lips again, "brothers don't. But what if we weren't brothers?"

"But we are?"

"Not according to my dad. He says...," Nathan lets that sentence die. It probably has something to do with the scowl on my face.

I try to pull away even though I don't want to. I just wish we were drunk or something, so we'd have a good excuse for doing what we're doing.

"Let's pretend for one night that we're not brothers," Nathan more asks, than states. "Would you want to be with me?"

I nod my head yes like those crazy bobble head dolls.

"Okay. Those morons made us do stuff and it made me want more. I have a credit card and there's a motel not far from here." Nathan kisses me again and again.

"So tonight," I say slowly, "we're not brothers."

Nathan gives me his lopsided smile and this time I kiss him and try to pull him back up the slope and onto the road only he pulls me back again and kisses me, slipping his hands down my sweats and the waistband of my briefs. His finger is running up and down the crease of my ass and it is way too easy to pretend this is not my half-brother doing this to me.

"Touch me," he whispers against my ear before nibbling on the lobe.

I do. I slide my arm between us, which is no easy feat with the way he's cupping and kneading my behind. I cup his crotch and feel his whole body tense. I think we might not make it to the motel after all. He's fingering me, I'm fondling him and we're back to kissing again. Our tongues are entwined and are lips form a perfect suction around each others. His hips are pistoning back and forth against my caresses and I keep pushing back against the fingers that play at my entrance, inviting them in.

Then suddenly his hand is gone and I actually whimper audibly. He smirks, kisses me and pushes off the tree.

"C'mon, let's find that hotel," he says and takes me by the hand.