Save Me: a Stepbrother Romance (22 page)

But now?  Now that I looked into his eyes and didn’t just see my stepbrother, but the man I loved?

Now I needed him.

“Please, Cal,” I whimpered.  “Make love to me.”

“Oh sweetheart,” he groaned, pressing his cock into me.

My nails dug into his back as the delicious pain bit into me.  Yet somehow the pain was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure.  The aching for Cal that had been killing me had drifted away, replaced by the mind blowing realization that Cal was inside me.  Cal was inside me, Cal was fucking me, Cal was
making love
to me.  I buried my face in his shoulder.

Cal’s hips moved against mine slowly, grinding against my clit as he fucked me.  “Oh—oh—oh!” I gasped.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Cal growled into my neck.

“I—I—yes!” 

His hips began to speed up, fucking me harder, driven on by his need for me.  Cal had begun whispering things in my neck, but I was so overwhelmed the feel of him fucking me that I couldn’t make out any of them.  His hips bucked against mine hard, and I winced again. 

“Ooh, slow down!”

Cal froze.  He pulled back, cupping my chin and lifting my face to inspect for a moment.  His eyes widened.

“Oh God, Nat.  I forgot.  You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

“I’m fine,” I said, wincing.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart.  I’m so sorry.”

“No, don’t pull out!”  I dug my nails into his ass, holding him there.  I was already adjusting to his size.  The pain had mostly gone by now.  What was left was the body wracking need for him, a need that screamed out for him to fuck me into the bed.  I needed him to make me his. 

“Do you need me to stop?” he breathed raggedly.  I could feel his hips trembling.  Aching to fuck me senseless, but held back by his fear for me.  I shook my head.  

“Please, don’t stop.”

“Nat.  Don’t just say that because you think you have to.”

“Fuck me, Cal.”  I reached up and touched his face, running my fingers gently along his grizzled cheek.  His eyes were burning into mine.  Sweat dripped down his temple.  He wanted me.  He wanted me so fucking bad.

But not as much as I needed him.

“Natalie,” he groaned.  “Are you … are you sure?”

I reached up and took his jaw in my hand.  I pressed my lips to his, kissing him long and deep.  His tongue ran along my lower lip, and I moaned into his mouth.

Then I looked into his eyes.

“Cal,” I growled.  I put the same passion into my voice that I had that first night, attempting to seduce him into staying in my room.  His breath caught.  “I need you to
fuck
me.”

“Oh, God, Nat!”

His hips rammed into me, forcing a helpless gasp out of my mouth.  Oh, fuck, that was good.  Cal buried his face in my neck and hair again as he fucked me hard and fast.  “Take it, Nat,” he groaned.  “Fuck you’re so good.  Take my cock, sweetheart.  Take my cock—take my body—oh, fuck, you’re tight.  Take everything, baby.  It’s all for you.”

My legs trembled.  I was close again.  So close.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered.

He could tell by the way my moans grew louder and more desperate.  His hips began thrusting harder into me. His thumb reached between my legs and grinded mercilessly against my clit, drawing the pleasure out of me in quick moans. 

“Come on, Nat,” he growled.  “Come for me, sweetheart.”

“Cal,” I begged.

“That’s it, Nat.  You’re a good girl, aren’t you?  Then come for me like a good girl.”

“Oh—fuck!”

He drove me over the edge, and I came squirming and screaming into his shoulder.  He growled encouragements into my ear as I came.  “Fuck, yes, Nat—don’t stop—come for me, sweetheart.  God, you have no idea how fucking sexy you are when you do that.  Dig your nails harder into my back, baby.”

I wrapped my legs around him.  His thumb massaged circles into clit, drawing the orgasm out longer and harder.

“Oh, God, Cal,” I breathed as I floated down from my climax.  His hips bucked into me harder as my panting slowed.  He was close too, I realized.  His arms crushed me to him.

“Oh, fuck Nat.”

“Come for me, Cal.”

He kissed me hard, pressing his lips to mine so intensely that I was sure they’d be bruised in the morning. 

“I love you,” I whispered.

He groaned into my lips as he came.

I pulled his lips to mine again as he came down from his own orgasm.  “Oh, sweetheart,” he groaned into my mouth.  “You have no idea how good you are.”

He curled his body into mine, pulling my face into his neck again.  His arms wrapped around me.  He buried his face in my hair and whispered sweet nothings as we drifted to sleep.  I sighed contentedly as his fingers combed through my hair again.  Finally, we were as close as we were before we were separated.  Finally, we were together again.

But this time, nothing could tear us apart. 

“I love you,” he whispered.

Cal’s warm lips kissed along the back of my neck. 

“Mmm,” I mumbled.  His fingers rubbed small circles into my hips where he held me, and his face was buried in my hair.  The warmth of our bed and body heat swallowed me.  I never wanted to leave.  In bed with Cal was where I really belonged, I thought to myself with a sigh of pure satisfaction.

“Are you awake, sweetheart?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Good.  Because it’s almost 4pm.” 

“What?!”

Cal smirked as he watched me shoot straight up, one hand clutching at my frazzled hair as I searched for the clock.  The numbers 4:13 blared at me in red. 

“Oh God,” I moaned.

“What’s wrong?” he said, kissing my shoulder and down my arm.  His fingers intertwined with mine, and he brought my hand to his mouth with a small, warm contented groan.

“Mom.  I’ve been gone since midnight.”

“I thought you said we were safe?  That she wouldn’t worry, she’d just think you were being dramatic?”

“Yes, but … but what if she checks my room?”

“Did you leave the door locked?”

“Oh.  Well … yes.”  I laid back onto the pillows.  Cal cuddled next to me, continuing to kiss every inch of my skin.  The afterglow was still clinging to us, and every muscle in my body was deliciously sore.  Memories of last night came flooding back to me.

Cal’s tongue lapping at me until I screamed.

Cal growling ‘spread your legs.’

Cal fucking me into the bed.

“Sweetheart?”

“Sorry,” I said, rolling into his embrace.  “I just get distracted by how sexy you are.”

“If you keep stroking my ego, I’ll have to fuck you again.”

“Yes, please.” 

I reached for his cock, but he grabbed my hand.  “No.”

“Ugh.  Why not?”

“Because.  We’ve got somewhere to be, remember?”

He rolled his eyes at my confused look.  His hand reached forward to touch the diamond stud in my ear. 

“Prom, Nat.  I told you we were going together, didn’t I?”

“Prom?  Seriously?”  I shook my head.  “Cal, I’m supposed to be grounded, and you’re supposed to be off in whatever gulag your dad dragged you to.  And we’re—or at least, we were—step siblings.  Family.  Do you have any idea what kind of rumors are going to go around if we actually show up?”

“The same kind of rumors that go around when perfect Natalie Harlow slaps her perfect boyfriend Nate?”

“Don’t remind me.”

“You don’t have to be perfect all the time, Nat.”  He held me tighter.  “If they don’t love you when you aren’t perfect, they don’t really love you.  So they gossip about it.  So fuck them.  They didn’t deserve you in the first place.”

I ran my fingers along his strong arm, tracing the dark lines of his tattoos as they coiled around the muscles. 

“Do it, Nat,” he urged.  “If not for me, then for you.  Do it to prove that you don’t have to be perfect.  Do it to prove that you are just as gorgeous—”

A kiss on my cheek.

“—and sexy—”

A kiss on my neck.

“—and
fuckable
—”

 A kiss on the top of my breast.  My heart fluttered.  If he kept going down, we wouldn’t get out of this bed for a week.

“Alright, alright.  I get it,” I said.

“… that you’re just as good when you’re imperfect as when you’re pretending to be perfect.  I know that, but I don’t think you do.  Not yet.  Do it to prove it to you and to them.”

“I don’t know.  Nate will be there…”

He nuzzled my neck.  “If you go to prom with me, I promise that when we get back, I will fuck you so hard you forget your own name.”

Oh God.

“Let’s go to prom!” I said, throwing off the covers.

***

I struggled with the zipper of the pink taffeta dress, watching my ridiculous self in the mirror.  Cal had helped me climb back into my bedroom through the window, allowing me to leave the room for a few minutes to assure Mom that I was still alive in the room.  Throwing a tantrum, not dead.  Which now left me hopping on one foot, pulling on a fluffy pink prom dress in front of the vanity mirror as Cal waited below in the bushes.

“Come on, Pink.”

His whisper-shout sounded from the window.  I winced.  Mom was going to hear him, and then I really would be dead.

“Hold on,” I whisper shouted back.

“You’re so slow.”

“Oh, for God’s sake.”

I finally pulled the zipper up, then slipped on my converse.  A pebble plinked against the glass of my window, and I sighed.  Cal was many wonderful things.  Patient was not one of them.

“Alright, calm down, I’m done,” I said, throwing the window up.  Oh, crap.  Climbing up in pajamas was hard.  Climbing down in a prom dress?  While staying hidden from Mom?  Impossible.