First Time With My Stepbrother Boxed Set: A Stepbrother Romance Bundle (First Time With My Stepbrother Boxed Sets Book 1) (16 page)

“Go on, answer him.” Kit sighed. “Get it out of the way.”

“What if he’s being an ass?”

“Then you’ll have a golden opportunity to tell him that he behaves like an arse.” Kit let his arm slide round her shoulders.

Allie swiped her finger across her cell phone screen, entering the code to unlock it, really not wanting anything to wreck her happy little vibe. Joel’s text made her go cold.

I don’t like being stood up.

She wasted a few minutes seething before finally sending her response back. She could’ve been in an accident for all he knew. To hell with Joel. Tina was welcome to him.
You say that like you’ve never done it to me
, she replied, and put her phone away. If he was going to have a tantrum about it and blow up her phone, she’d just delete the messages in the morning.

“Good for you.” Kit chuckled. He’d been looking over her shoulder the whole time.

She nestled into him and they chatted about a whole bunch of stuff until he mentioned his final exams coming up. His brow furrowed when he talked about them, and that made her frown.

“You worried about exams?”

“Not the exams themselves, no. I think I’ll be fine. It’s just that… I have the feeling I’ll have done it all for nothing. I don’t think I can keep being a teacher.”

“What?” Allie sat up straight and stared at him. “You spent
so
long getting your qualifications!”

“I think… ” Kit sighed. “I picked the entirely wrong profession.”

“I don’t understand.” She shook her head, puzzling it out. He was kind, patient, sweet, funny. He would make a great teacher.

“I don’t either,” he replied cryptically.

She felt awful for him, knowing that her mom and Andy would fully support his move to a totally different career if that’s what he really wanted, but they’d spend a lot of time worrying. And she knew Kit would hate worrying them. She peeked up at him, wanting to kiss away the furrowed lines around his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Kit. Are the kids really that evil?” She put a hand on his arm. “You sure you can’t stick it out just a while longer to see if you can make it work?”

“The kids are fine… but there’s more to it than that.”

“What, then?” She cocked her head, chin up, looking at him, but he wouldn’t meet her eyes.

It took him a long time to answer. Eventually, still not looking at her, he murmured, “Call it a conflict of interest. The life I really want… probably can’t include being a teacher.”

They sat in silence so long that she nearly fell asleep in the comfort of his arm. She jolted upright when he squeezed her shoulder gently. She blinked sleepily, yawning and stretching like a cat. She hadn’t even done all the heavy lifting and she was exhausted. .

“Hey, want another glass of wine?” she offered.

“Better not.” He got up reluctantly, pressing a kiss to top of her head. “I’ve locked up the truck already, so I’d better get a move on. I’ll come back early tomorrow morning to help you unpack.”

“How early?” She winced, standing with him.

“I’ll be here before the first sparrow farts,” he said with a wink and she laughed.

“I really, really don’t know what I’m going to do without you around.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, greedily breathing in his clean scent before he left.

“Take up some boring hobbies.” He smiled. “Knitting. Sudoku.”

“You’re really not selling this solo-living deal to me.” She giggled. “Okay, I guess I better set up camp for the night. I’ll finally get to use that sleeping bag you bought me.”

“No need.” He put his hand out to her. “Close your eyes and follow.”

She slipped her hand into his warm palm and felt heat throb through her as he led her toward the bedroom. He insisted she keep her eyes closed, tugging her forward until her knees ran into something soft. She opened her eyes to find he’d put her bed up and made it. He’d even hung makeshift curtains—sheets tacked up with thumbtacks—to block out the morning light.

“Oh Kit.” She looked around, squeezing his hand as he reached out with the other to pick up her favorite navy blue pajama bottoms and a simple white camisole off the bed.

He knew her so well.

She thought about Joel, who wouldn’t even let her sleep on the left side of the bed even though laying on her right side to spoon with him hurt her shoulder. Looking round the room, she saw Kit had set everything out just as if she’d done it herself. She looked up at him almost speechless, her eyes pricking with tears. He looked so pleased with himself, like he’d had hours of fun setting everything up. Just to give her one moment of happiness. He bent over to put her PJs on the bed and the angle of his body made his hard cock as clear as anything beneath his jeans. He wanted her. But all he cared about was making her happy.

Something thick lodged in her throat.

Kit frowned and stood up straight, putting his hands to her face, cupping her cheeks. “Hey Allie, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just—” She looked into his eyes a second too long, getting lost in the gentle depths of his dark gaze. She tipped her face up and brushed his lips with her own. It had been a long time coming, that kiss. She didn’t know how long she’d waited to do it, how often she’d thought about it, but when it finally happened, she felt him freeze. Everything about him went quiet, and she pulled back, shaken, realizing he wasn’t kissing her back.

Kit blinked at her, his eyes wide, shocked, still cupping her face. She took a shuddery breath, feeling utterly humiliated. It was one thing, silently sharing their feelings on the opposite sides of a glass wall—a totally different thing when she crossed that line.

“I’m so sorry.” She gulped down her hurt.

“Allie—”

“I think I… I must have read too much into what happened earlier… in the bathroom. I’m sorry, Kit… ” Allie took a deep breath, feeling a heated blush spreading beneath her skin. Her voice broke, but she went on. “I’m just really going to miss you. I want my own place, and I thought I could do this, but I’m not sure moving away from you or saying ‘goodbye’ is something I can deal wi—”

“You don’t have to say ‘goodbye’,” he whispered hoarsely, pulling her face to his.

She lost herself in his kiss as he pressed in deep and slow, moving his palms slowly around to the back of her head. She’d been kissed before, but never like this. His hands moved down, smoothing over her shoulders, arms looping around to press his palms flat against the small of her back. That pulled her right up against him, the sharp dig of his cock into the flutter of her belly.

He was an amazing kisser—calm and unhurried, every gentle lap of his tongue making her tingle between the shoulders, at the nape of her neck, and between her legs. Oh, definitely there. She felt herself growing wet, aching for him to slide a hand between her thighs. Her panties clung to her throbbing clit, sending tiny vibrations of pleasure through her body.

He turned her around until the backs of her thighs hit against the mattress, Then he put his hand on hers, pressing her palm against his cock. It was rigid under her touch, hot, even through the denim. She stroked her fingers over his length and he closed his eyes fleetingly, breathing fast. She wanted her first time to be with him. There was no question that she loved him, and his kiss told her he felt the same way. She kept stroking his cock through the jeans.

“I really want to.” Her voice trembled. “I just don’t know how.”

“Slowly, that’s how.”

Allie caught her breath as he stripped off his short-sleeve shirt, undoing and pulling down both jeans and boxers. Then he pulled her pink tank over her head, looking at her in her bra, stroking his fingertips up her sides and along her arms. That gave her goose bumps and she shivered. Finally he helped her out of her jeans. She felt her chest rising a little faster as he reached round to unhook her bra, grazing his stubble against her temple. She was left standing in her panties, feeling the smooth weight of his hard dick resting against her.

“Put your arms around my neck, Allie.”

Doing as he asked, she scouted her feelings for the first-time nervousness that should be crippling her, but there was no fear—only a need to feel every wonderful inch of him, inside her and under her fingertips. He cupped her hip with one hand and reached down to stroke her inner thigh with the other, tracing gentle circles and figure-eights, higher and higher on her super-sensitive skin until she was panting, desperate for him to stroke her clit and slide his fingers between her soaking lips to her pussy. Then he was stroking her through her panties, and she couldn’t stop a cry from escaping as he massaged her slowly through the material, circling lightly on her clit with his thumb. She’d never been touched this way. She was determined not to come before he was at least inside her.

“God Allie, you’re so beautiful.”

“Please touch me!”

By way of answer, her stepbrother pulled down her panties and steadied her as she stepped out of them. She thought he’d lay her on the bed, but instead he stroked his whole palm right up her inner thigh, right to the crease, and pressed his thumb into her. The penetration made her gasp and her pussy juice ran like it never had before, not even in her most detailed fantasies.

She felt a tension as he went in deep, rotating his wrist, a sudden motion, and Allie felt a sharp snag that made her wince and cry out. Kit seemed to feel the barrier, too, and suddenly he was kissing her again, fucking her with his tongue as he caressed her between the legs, alternating tiny circles around the entrance of her pussy and then around her clit. It was delicious torture and it made her knees feel wobbly, her skin hot and flushed, head swimming.

She pulled back from the kiss to tell him that, but his eyes were shining, his expression fascinated as he kept pleasuring her. She didn’t ever want anyone else this close to her. Only him. It had only ever been him.

“I love you, Kit.”

“I’ve loved you for years.” He pulled his hand away, lifting her fingers to his mouth to suck them. “Lifetimes. Always. I want this, Allie. I want you.”

“Yes.” She nodded, eager, assenting to all of it. “Please, Kit, please.”

“On your back.” He pressed her to the bed, parting her thighs with his hands, sliding his palms over the silk of her skin. “Oh fuck, Allie. You have the prettiest little cunt.”

Cunt.
That word jolted her. Thrilled her. The word “pussy” wasn’t anywhere near as common in England, she knew, as it was in America.

“What are you doing?” She reached for him, wanting,
needing
, him inside of her, but instead, he settled between her thighs. “Kit, no, I want… oh!”

His tongue. His mouth. Oh God. She arched, quivering, as he explored the wet, pink labyrinth between her legs, making low, groaning sounds, like she was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Joel had made her give him handjobs galore—and a few blowjobs—but he’d never returned the favor. She had no idea it could be like this!

“Kit,” she gasped, hips rocking up to meet him. “Oh Kit! Please!”

Her fingers laced with his, she dug her heels into the mattress, pushing back against the lash of his tongue. Kit fastened his mouth over her mound, moving with her as she writhed and squirmed, something coiled in her belly, waiting to spring.

When it did, it surprised them both.

Allie screamed, toes curling, thighs quaking as her orgasm ripped through her, her juices flooding Kit’s neck and chin and even the front of his chest. He didn’t pull back. Instead, he grabbed her hips and dove into her like he was looking for even more, making her cry out and try to twist out of his grip. But he had her, held her fast, tongue buried in her throbbing hole as her climax continued to roll through her.