First Time With My Stepbrother Boxed Set: A Stepbrother Romance Bundle (First Time With My Stepbrother Boxed Sets Book 1) (8 page)

“Oh Clarice,” he moaned, cupping my face and kissing me, both of us still panting. “I’m so sorry. I’ve spoiled you. I’ve spoiled everything…”

“No.” I clung to him, so full with emotion I could barely speak. “This is what I want. I knew it then—and I was too afraid. I ran from it. I’m the one who’s sorry, for all the time we’ve wasted apart.”

“Beautiful angel.” He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer still. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I’d never been surer of anything in my life. I leaned back slightly, slipping the silver crucifix I always wore over my head. Miles watched as I dropped it onto the couch, leaving me completely free. “We can take all of it and burn it. I’m yours, Miles. I belong to you, in this world.”

“Hmmm… don't throw it away just yet,” Miles said with an impish smile. “I liked fucking a nun. Very hot.”

“What kind of porn were you watching?” I laughed, actual shock in my voice.

“I'm pleading the Fifth on that, sister.”

“I’m not a sister anymore.” I felt him inside me still, softening, his seed beginning to slowly seep out. I put my hand down there to stop it, but I knew, already, that what I wanted was already happening deep inside the secret caverns of my body.

I was going to have my stepbrother’s baby.

“And you won’t be
my
sister much longer.” His hands moved over belly, pale, flat, sheened with sweat.

“No?”

“As soon as Mom and Dad are divorced, I’m going to marry you and give that baby in your belly a father.”

“What?” I couldn’t breathe.

“You don’t know?” Miles cocked his head, eyebrows going up. “I thought that’s why you were coming to see me. I figured you’d want to talk about the sin of their divorce and—”

“Divorce?” I gasped.

“Your mom left my dad for another man.”

“What man?”

“Father Walsh.” His words couldn’t have shocked me more. That smirk was back on his face and he looked at me with such glee I had to laugh. “Apparently you’re not the only Catholic tempted by the ways of the flesh.”

“Oh my God.” It was the first time I’d said the Lord’s name in vain in years. I covered my mouth with my hands. Then I laughed. We both did. “We’re all going to Hell.”

“That’s fine with me.” Miles grinned. “As long as we’re going together.”

Back in high school, Betsy’s date to senior prom decided he didn’t want to go with a curvy girl, and she’s never forgotten it.

Now a high school teacher, Betsy jumps at the chance to chaperone the prom—she’s determined to dress up and have a great time.

She’s both surprised and pleased when her handsome, older, rugby-playing stepbrother, Mitch, offers to be her “date” to “prom.”

Betsy’s best friend, Vanessa, is sure that Mitch has a “thing” for thick girls, and thinks his BBW stepsister is just his type.

It’s true that innocent Betsy has been saving herself for the right man to make a family with, and it appears he’s just shown up in a tux and a limo, determined to make it the best night of her life.

The only problem is—he’s her stepbrother.

Betsy had never gone to prom—but now she was finally getting the chance, and she wasn’t going to let it pass her by. She didn’t care if she hadn’t been a high-schooler for years. At one time—back in high-school—she would have cared a lot what it looked like, what her best friend, Vanessa, thought about it. And apparently, she thought it was a little crazy. But Betsy didn’t care anymore. It was something she wanted to do, and she was determined to go after what she wanted.

“Prom?” Vanessa laughed. “Did you actually say you were going to the prom this weekend?”

“I did.” Betsy crooked the cordless phone between ear and shoulder so she could put the orange juice back in the refrigerator. “Right after I get off the phone with you, I’m picking up my corsage.”

“Is this a separate prom for the teachers or something?” Vanessa had that tone in her voice that Betsy knew well, after so many years of being friends. Vanessa didn’t approve. “I didn’t know they did things like that. Is it at the same place the kids have theirs?”

“It’s not a separate prom. It’s the same one. I’m going as a chaperone. You know I never went to prom in high school, because Darren said he didn’t want to be seen with a curvy girl. It was his not-so-nice way of telling me I was too fat for him.”

“Darren Beck? I forgot all about him. He hit it big before the housing boom, didn’t he? Wait, is he the guy from our class who married that supermodel? The one who had surgery to become a man a few years later?”

“Exactly,” Betsy said. “They divorced not long after that and I heard Darren lost a lot of clients in California from the way he treated her during the whole thing”

“I’m not surprised, considering how much of a dick he was in school. So you’re really going to prom?” Vanessa sounded like she might be warming to the idea. “What do you have planned? Are you going to seduce some hot senior?”

“And get fired? No.” Betsy giggled. “Although I have to admit there are some hot seniors this year.”

“I knew it.” Vanessa laughed. “I knew one of the reasons you took that job was to look at hot lacrosse players all day. You’re such a whore.”

“No, I prefer the term ‘libertine.’”

“So you’re a fancy whore. I can relate to that.” Vanessa chuckled. “Are you going to hook up with one of the teachers in the guys’ locker room or something? You know prom is really just a big night of foreplay, right?”

“I don’t.” Betsy sighed. “While you were at the prom, I was home crying into a bowl of ice cream.”

“Trust me, you didn’t miss much,” Vanessa assured her. “Prom was boring, really. I spent the night walking around in shoes that didn’t fit and a dress I wouldn’t be caught dead in now. Have you picked up a dress yet?”

“I’ve had the dress for a couple days. It’s a nice blue one that comes down to my knees and shows off my chest a bit. I’m wearing flats, though. I’ll be on my feet most of the time chaperoning the kids.”

A car horn honked outside. Betsy went into the living room and peeked out the window to see a silver Mercedes C-250 in the drive.

“Mitch is here,” she told Vanessa.

“Mitch?” Vanessa practically purred. “Oh my God, send that hot brother of yours over here and tell him to take
me
to the prom.”

“I will.” Betsy grinned. “Eat up before he comes to get you, though. You’re a bit skinny for his tastes.”

“I’d eat a whole fucking buffet if your brother would give me some dick in return,” Vanessa confessed, howling at the thought. “Really, Betsy, I’d let him fuck me while he had me face down in a cheesecake if that would do the trick.”

“Charming.” Betsy laughed. “Tell James I said hi.”

“I think I’m going to tell James to fuck me while I’m eating cheesecake.” Vanessa laughed. “Have fun at the prom.”

Betsy had no idea why her stepbrother was in her driveway. She knew the academic year at Horace Mann was drawing to a close and figured Headmaster Mitch would be drowning in end-of-the-year activities. He almost sprang out of the car, looking dashing in his gray suit and blue tie. He held a bouquet of mixed flowers. Betsy wondered if Mitch’s father had died. She hadn’t seen her stepfather since he and her mother divorced right after she graduated from high school. She and Mitch had kept in touch, as they’d always been close, but she had no idea what her stepfather had been doing for the last four years.

“Is somebody dead?” Betsy asked as she opened the door.

The question stopped him in mid-step. “Dead? I don’t think so. Why?”

She pointed at the bouquet. “The flowers.”

“Oh, the flowers!” He grinned down at them like he’d almost forgotten. Then he gave her that heart-melting smile. “They’re for you, baby.”

“Baby” had been Mitch’s nickname for ages—since he and a bunch of his friends got drunk on some stolen schnapps one night in high school and Mitch ended up so drunk, he couldn’t pronounce “Betsy.” Betsy had taken care of him, making sure their parents didn’t find out how drunk he got that night. She told a very hungover Mitch, who remembered very little of the night before, how he’d kept making “Betsy” sound like “Baby,” and the nickname stuck.

“Thanks.” Betsy took the flowers. They were lovely, but she was puzzled by them. “What’s the occasion?”

“You are, baby.”

“What?” Betsy blinked at him in surprise. 

“Isn’t it school prom?” Mitch leaned against the doorway, looking like he’d stepped out of a
GQ
ad.

“Well, yeah. It’s this weekend.” She looked down at the flowers in her hand, still not quite making sense of what he was saying. “Isn’t your school wrapping up this weekend? What are you doing here?”

“We finish next week,” he countered, reaching out brush of tuft of blonde hair out of her face. She was standing there, still in her PJs and slippers, and felt silly, with Mitch looking impeccable as always in a suit. “But I’m all yours this weekend, if you’ll be my date.”

“Be your date?” Betsy’s heart fluttered. “Mitch, what in the world are you talking about?”

“Me. You. Prom.” He bumped open the screen door all the way with his foot and shooed her into the house. She sat perched on the edge of the sofa as Mitch strolled around her living room. “I know I wasn’t there when Darren What’s-His-Name refused to go with you. I would have shown him a thing or two, believe me.”

“That was years ago.” Betsy laughed. “Besides, you were in England with the rugby team. There was nothing you could have done back here—unless you wanted to watch TV and eat ice cream with me.”

“Some of my best nights have been spent watching TV and eating ice cream with you.” He stopped in front of her, arms crossed. “I should have been there to kick his ass and take you to prom myself.”

Betsy had the image of walking into her high school prom with Mitch on her arm and her stomach fluttered again. Vanessa would have been so jealous!

“It’s okay, Mitch.” She put a hand on his arm. “It wasn’t your fault, and I’m not your responsibility.”

“You’re my sister.” He scowled at her, his brow low. “I never would have made it through with you, you know. My dad, your mom, all the freaking drama. You were the one good thing I got out of that whole mess.”

“You’re my good thing too.” She blushed.

“You were always there for me, even when I was thousands of miles away.” His eyes softened as he looked at her. “All those care packages you sent, with all my favorites--Twinkies, M&M’s, those salt and vinegar chips…”

“Well I couldn’t send ice cream.” She laughed.

“Listen to me, baby…” Mitch’s hand covered hers on his arm, big and warm. She pulled the flowers up between them to hide her chest from his view. He was bound to notice how flushed she was, how fast she was breathing. “You were always there for me, always—and I wasn’t there for you that night.”

“It’s okay. Really.” She looked into the flowers before her eyes got misty. “I’m treating myself to the prom this weekend.”

“No.” His spine straightened, making him seem taller than he already was. “I’m treating you.”

“You’re treating me? To what?” She cocked her head at him, quizzical. “Dinner before the prom or something?”

“The whole thing, baby. Dinner, a limo ride, flowers, dancing. All of it. I’ll be a chaperone with you and give you the date you deserved back in high school.”

Betsy stood open-mouthed at the idea of Mitch wanting to make her special night extra-special by giving her a real date. She couldn’t help but get misty-eyed now.

“Mitch, I don’t know what to say.” She looked at the floor, hardly able to speak

Mitch tilted chin up. “Say you’ll go to the prom with me, baby.”

“I will.” She sniffled, smiling through her tears.

He pulled her into a tight hug, crushing the flowers between them.

“I’ll send a limo for you at six. We’ll eat at the best sushi place in town. It’ll be a night we’ll never forget, baby.” He smooched her cheek and forehead. “Okay, I need to get back to my hotel to make a conference call to schedule some damn commencement thing. Wear your best dress, sis.”

Betsy stood in the doorway in her PJs, watching her stepbrother get into his car. He gave her a honk and a wave before he backed out and she waved back, feeling like she was still dreaming. Was she, in fact, still in bed? Maybe this whole morning had been a dream.