My Billionaire Stepbrother (16 page)

Chapter Nineteen

Veronique LaRoux

Somewhere in The Seychelles (there are so many
gorgeous tropical islands here I can’t even keep track and I can’t even deal)

The End…of the Beginning

Remington is teaching me how to sail
on his beautiful vintage sailboat.

We’ve been drifting around the
Seychelles, stopping at islands and resorts here and there, but mostly avoiding
civilization and rocking to sleep in each other’s arms on the sea.

It’s a little pre-honeymoon.

Our trip also gives our parents
some time alone to come to grips with this new development in our family’s
situation. My Dad was so surprised when Remington and I told him about us that
his eyes nearly popped out of his head. (Good thing we didn’t tell him about the
baby yet!)

Diana took the news of our
engagement seriously too, but seemed somehow less shocked. Woman’s intuition?

After the folks congratulated us, they
suggested we take some time away together so they could have a chance to create
a press strategy around announcing this new, surprising, sudden engagement.

Which was fine with me!

This way I get my sexy fiancé all
to myself for a while. Actually, for as long as we want. We don’t have a return
date planned yet.

We’ll get to enjoy each other. Play
together. Plan together. And when we finally decide to go back to face the
world together, I know we’ll be ready.

For anything.

This is our second week on Remington’s
Contessa 26, a tiny, sleek ship. We keep knocking into each other, tripping
over each other, rolling on top of each other…

But then again, that IS the whole
point of this little trip: to steal some time alone and really get personal.

…Up
close
and personal.

“Alright, we can drop anchor here,”
Remington says.

“You can drop anchor any time,
baby.”

He laughs. I follow his directions
and soon we have left the boat to wade through some shallow turquoise water to
a bright white sandy beach, shaded by huge boulders, palm trees, and swaying
jungle vines. Some tropical birds watch us from a nearby branch, their song
serene.

“It’s so beautiful,” I sigh,
appreciatively.

Remington takes my hand and sighs
happily.

“This is my secret island,” he confides.

I glance up at him and see that his
eyes are sparkling mischievously, like a little boy about to get in trouble.

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

But I kind of know the answer.

He grins wickedly. “I used to run
away to this island as a teenager and my mom would go frantic looking for me.
She never found me. This is my hideout. I always wanted to come back when I was
a man and in love…and have some more grown-up kind of fun…”

Smiling, I look around. In every
direction, all I can see is virgin beach and gently crashing waves. There is
not a soul in sight.

“No one lives here?” I ask.

Remington shakes his head, the
dangerous light in his eyes burning brighter.

“We have the whole island to
ourselves. The beach, the trees, the water, the hill…no one but us for miles
and miles.”

Hmmm….

If you were stranded alone on a
desert island with the Sexiest Man Alive, what would you do?

Giggling, I leap into his arms,
letting my legs fly up and wrap possessively around his waist.

“I guess we’ll just have to keep
each other company,” I tease.

He’s expecting me, and after
laughing and stumbling a few steps, his strong hands slide up my thighs to
support my weight against him. The touch of his hands is like electricity,
sending chills down my spine and making me shiver against him in spite of the
warm sunlight on my back. Arcing my neck, I lean in to kiss him. His lips taste
like sea salt and pineapple and spice and I can’t get enough of it.

He grunts in pleasure, one hand
trailing underneath my floating skirt until he is skimming his fingertips along
my thigh up to my hip, tantalizing me until his thumb traces the line of my
hipbone.

“I like this part here,” he
murmurs. “You brought my favorite body to my favorite island.”

He presses his body against me and
flicks his tongue between my lips, opening me. I feel him exploring, waking me
up, asking for more. His fingertips trace across my low belly to the other hipbone,
caressing the skin softly.

“I like this part here, too,” he
whispers. His hand travels back, over the small of my back and down my ass. “And
this part…”

“Do you have a favorite part?”

“Mmmmhmmm” he hums.

He pulls my body even closer so
that I can feel his rock-hard abs pressing against my inner thighs. His skin is
hot from the sun and smooth as silk except for the light dusting of coarse hair
on his chest that tickles against my collarbones. While he kisses me, his hand reaches
over my ass until his fingers are holding my sex between my legs.

I shift over his hand, letting him
feel me, enjoying the teasing pleasure from his fingers. His touch is heating
me up, making me ache. I feel wet and wild, like an animal ready to pounce.

“This is my favorite part,” he
whispers, smiling.

I grin back.

“Yeah? I have one too.”

Feeling naughty, I launch my lips
against his again. The kiss deepens as his hand rubs and teases my clit, our
bodies starting to rock in to each other faster as he sends shivers of pleasure
coursing through me like wildfire.

“That’s good, baby,” I moan. “I
want you to have some, too.”

I let my palms slide down his
muscled chest, his washboard abs, and start to tease at the waistband of his
swim trunks. I can see his muscles tense, emphasizing the cum gutters that run
from his hips down to his treasure trove below.

And it’s mine all mine.

I snap the elastic on his shorts,
making him growl. He bites me on the neck in protest, the visceral and gentle
touch of his teeth sending shock waves of hungry erotic ecstasy through my
body. When I finally push my hands under his shorts to grab his cock, I am
writhing and groaning in bliss.

“Oh god, baby, you make me so
crazy.”

My hands find paradise; he’s hard as velvety steel, his rod
throbbing under my touch and agonizingly ready for more. I feel his taut skin
pulsing with desire, and imagine his shape inside me.

Big. Hot. Hard.

And I’m so wet.

Rolling my fingers over him, I give
him a taste of pressure and heat oh his cock that makes him dig his fingernails
into my skin in desperation.

“Come on,” he groans. “More.”

He lifts me higher, closing the distance between where he’s
standing and the dry sand, and we crash down together onto the soft warm pillow
of the beach. Its like laying on dusty clouds until Remy rolls us over. We
tumble and tussle in the sand laughing and growling. It’s like we’re the first
man and woman, or the only people in existence.

We roll together until I come out
on top. I find myself straddling him, feeling his hard cock between my legs,
watching his heavy lidded eyes glaze over with need.

It’s time. I can’t wait any more. I
need too, badly.

I jerk his shorts out of the way
and grab his dick like it’s a lifeline that I can plug myself into. He’s so
long, dark, and beautiful – the perfect shape and size to make me lose my mind.
I lick him like a lollipop, loving his salty taste, loving the way he shudders
against the rough love of my tongue.

“That’s it, baby,” he moans. “Give
me more.”

My body throbs in anticipation and
I hold his cock against my pussy, my wetness sliding over the head of his cock
like a slip-and-slide. I love feeling his hardness against me, teasing my
folds, whetting my appetite. We moan and kiss and slide together until it feels
like my skin is going to explode.

“Yeah baby, more!”

I take him inside me like a ship
plunging its anchor, the sudden pressure of him in my body filling me with
radiant warmth. He’s hard and long and big, a relentless cock squeezing rapture
out of every part of my body.

He thrusts from underneath, sending
a spike of exhilaration that almost blinds me with white fireworks. My breath
catches. I moan. My hands flail until they find anchor on his chest, his solid
strength pulling me back together.

“You’re so good, baby.”

“Fuck me, girl. Fuck me. Come on.”

My inner walls swell like the tide
to make room for his cock. I am a tidal wave crashing over him as the pressure
of his cock fills me the brim, makes me sway and rock and whirl like a storm.

“Yes! Oh yeah baby!”

“I love you baby! Oh god!”

My hips rock and circle, never
letting him out of me, building up pressure and steam until we’re both
screaming like whistles. His hands rise, clutching my breasts, twisting my
nipples and stroking the delicate flesh.

Time bends. My body comes apart and
back together, held in space by his cock. He’s a white-hot spear, searing me
from the inside out until a nuclear orgasm brings me almost to tears.

“Yes!”

“That’s it, baby! Give it to me!
Give it to me!”

He pulls my body against him, the
friction of our bare skin sparking my orgasm all over again. Now he pushes me
underneath him, taking command. I love the way he thrusts against me, pounding
so hard and yet never hurting, showing me his power and his primal hunger. He
stares into my eyes, smiling, as he claims every part of my body for himself.

It feels so. Damn.

GOOD.

“I love you,” he whispers.

He strains his body against mine,
deeper, longer, harder. I feel his cock grow hotter. The friction increases and
burns.

“I love you,” he groans.

He thrusts harder, faster. He’s
like the force of creation, his cock a magic wand that brings me to life in new
ways, making me wet and wild all over again. His body crushes me like a sultry
avalanche, his skin burns me; his hand forms me into new and beautiful shapes
made by sex and love. I love his sex. I love his cock. I love his touch.

“Oh god! Oh god! I’m going to
come!”

Opening my eyes, I see the man of
my dreams above me. The look of sex, the feel of sex, makes his handsome face
even hotter. More free. More joyful.

I feel him shudder inside me, see
the release and bliss wash over his face, and feel my body burst in unison. We
are panting together, cumming together. Our lips are gasping for breath,
moaning each other’s names. I feel his cock thrust one last time, resetting the
boundaries of my body, shaking me to the core until there is room for nothing
but transcendent satisfaction. Heat and light take over: a shared orgasm that
turns us both into sleepy, heavy, sated maniacs. We are both laughing and
kissing and sighing.

“Wow. Wow.”

Blinking my eyes open from ecstasy,
I see the most beautiful exotic island beneath me, the handsomest man above me.
I see my hand clutching his hair, the diamond engagement ring sparkling through
his tight curls.

I see paradise everywhere I look.

And with Remington inside me, I am
paradise.

* * *

THE END

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