My Stepbrother's Secret Baby: A Billionaire Stepbrother Romance (7 page)

BRENNA

I paced the kitchen of Trenton’s penthouse in nothing but one of his buttoned down shirts. Last night was our first attempt at getting pregnant. The sex was so intense that I passed out immediately and woke up naked in his room. Alone. He jetted out first thing that morning, and I was quite sure it was work related.

I rifled through his refrigerator and pulled out fresh orange juice and eggs. I was going to have to start eating better if I was to create this baby for him. No more ramen for me.

I pulled out a skillet and turned on a burner, cracking an egg over the edge. The kitchen was rather chilly that December morning, and the thought of doing the nasty with him later that night to warm up sounded more and more appealing.

Trenton said he wanted to do it as much as possible. He wanted to keep it fun. Keep the pressure to a minimum. I had to get creative. Mix things up. We couldn’t do it in his bed every time.

I paced the kitchen as the eggs cooked in the pan and found a little note on the counter by the phone chargers. I flipped open the note to find a credit card and a small letter from Trenton.

“Your allowance. Spend it wisely. And let me know if you need more.”

“What?” I said out loud, my lips curling into a smile. “Is this real life?”

I did a quick little happy dance as my fingers gripped the smooth plastic. I didn’t dare ask him what the limit was, but my impression was there was no limit.

I ate my breakfast in a hurry and jumped in the shower. I needed new clothes. I needed sexier things for our little romps in the hay. I needed a lot of things.

I hit the snowy streets of Manhattan an hour later, credit card tucked neatly away in my purse. I always hated those little trust fund bitches I went to college with, but I was always secretly jealous. To be kept by someone. To have the whole world at your fingertips. To have an unlimited supply of power and money. Who would ever say no to that? My eyes watered briefly as I thought about how my mother must have felt when Mr. Ellsworth was promising her the world. Trenton assured me he wasn’t his father. I had to trust him. I had to take his word for it.

I stopped into boutique after boutique all morning.

“Christmas shopping?” the sales associates would ask.

“Nope,” I’d reply. “All for me.”

“Lucky girl,” they’d say with a wink.

“Tell me about it,” I’d reply.

“He must really love you,” they’d gush.

I never had a response for that though. How do you explain our situation? It wasn’t love. It was a business arrangement. Maybe someday it would become love? Maybe when there was a baby growing inside me or when we spend our first day together as a family, maybe something will develop. But as it stood, we were two partners in a mutually beneficial business transaction. Nothing more. Nothing less.

I rolled into a beauty salon and name-dropped Trenton in an attempt to get squeezed in, and much to my surprise it worked. With my hair done and my eyebrows touched up, and a little bit of makeup on the way out the door, I was ready to see Trenton. He’d be home from work in a few hours, and I couldn’t wait to show him the new me.

My last stop of the afternoon was Agent Provocateur for some sexy lingerie. The sales associated fitted me and then pulled pretty little things in shades of apricot, lavender, and baby blue. She said it would work off my fair complexion perfectly and look great against the darkness of a sexy bedroom.

I flew home, dropped my bags in my little apartment, and slipped into a lavender nightie with a matching thong. Trenton would be home soon, and I couldn’t wait to see his face. If fun and exciting was what he wanted, then fun and exciting was what he was going to get.

TRENTON

“Tierney!” I yelled after her as I ran out to the street in front of Serendipity. “Wait!”

She stopped her tracks, her clicking heels becoming silent, and spun around to face me.

“Where are you staying?” I asked.

“The W Hotel,” she replied. “Why?”

I raised my eyebrows, lifting my hand to her soft cheek. “Old times’ sake?”

I had to convince myself she was nothing more than a piece of meat. A hole to fill. That I didn’t still have those crazy, summer love feelings for her.

“Um, okay,” she said, after giving it a bit of thought.

My mind turned to Brenna for a split second. We weren’t an item. I wasn’t cheating on her. I’d be completely honest with her about this. That was the agreement. She’d understand, I was sure.

I placed my hand on the small of Tierney’s back and flagged down my driver. Sitting in the warmth of my Town Car as we buzzed across town to the W, I could feel the hardness growing in my pants. I couldn’t wait to claim Tierney.

We stumbled into her hotel room a short time later, and I slipped her wool coat off her shoulders, tossing it aside. Her hands reached down for my belt buckle, wasting no time.

I rested my hands on the curve of her hips and suddenly my body felt really warm and numb. I shook my head, forcing myself to only view Tierney as a piece of ass. A gorgeous piece of ass with curves for days. Nothing more.

“How are you feeling, Trenton?” she asked as she reached her hand down into my pants and removed my throbbing cock, stroking it with her soft hands. “Is this okay?”

“Good,” I replied in a monotone, lackluster voice. Something was happening inside my head, which was all I knew.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “I missed this, Trenton …”

I was paralyzed in her company but at the same time I felt relaxed and in control. It was such an odd sensation. There was something about Tierney that gave her complete and utter control over me, but in that moment, my mind was mostly blank. I tried to just think about sex. Physical acts minus emotion.

“Why don’t you take a seat over there on the edge of the bed,” I suggested as I pointed across the room. “Take off your dress.”

She slowly walked across the room, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, and sat down on the edge, waiting for my next command. This was going to be easy. Too easy. She wanted me. Bad.

I took a few steps over towards her and stood in front of her, removing my shirt. My rock hard body loomed over her and as I tried to decide what to do with her next. My determined eyes stared down into hers.

She sat anxiously with her arms at her side as I reached my hands out towards her, running them over the cups of her bra, which held her full, ripe breasts. In some ways, I was like a kid in a candy store as I squeezed each one with my hands, rubbed and massaged them. She made faint moaning noises as I touched her.

“Relax, Tierney,” I whispered. She was nervous, there was no denying it. I felt the soft shiver of her body as my hands caressed it.

I pulled her bra straps down her bare shoulders and then reached around trying to unfasten it. After a few seconds or so, I felt the release of the hooks and her bra fell down into her lap, revealing her supple, taut breasts.

I rubbed his hands together in excitement as I prepared to fondle her once again. She sat there, still, quiet, and subservient. I had complete control over her and it was absolutely gratifying. The girl who broke my heart was now willing to be my little sex toy. Funny how life worked out sometimes.

I climbed down on my knees so my face was at her chest and slipped a pointed nipple into my mouth. I suckled on her left nipple as I squeezed her right one with my hand. I moaned and grunted while I sucked her into oblivion. She tasted just how I remembered, sweet and slightly salty.

After a while, I sat back and slipped a finger between her stomach and panty waistband. I pulled on the waist of her panties and tugged them down, slipping them off her like it was nothing. I then grabbed her panties with both hands and yanked them off, leaving her completely naked from head to toe.

I stood up and began to undress. I unbuttoned my shirt, unclipped my belt, unzipped my pants, slid down my boxers, and threw off my undershirt.

She could see my dick starting to engorge. It seemed to get bigger and bigger by the second. When I thought it was fully engorged, it just got even bigger. Tierney still did it to me.

I gently pressed her onto her back and then climbed on the bed next to her, placing my cock up by her mouth.

“Open wide,” he said as let out a devilish laugh.

She opened her wet mouth and wrapped her pouty lips around my giant cock. She laid there, not moving, as I fucked her hot little mouth. With her hands on my hips, I thrusted in and out, in and out.

“I’ve missed fucking that pretty little mouth of yours for a long time,” I grunted.

Occasionally I reached down and fondled a breast or two as I fucked her mouth. Sometimes I would fuck her mouth so deep she would almost gag, but she never complained. She seemed to quite enjoy it.

After a couple minutes I laid on my side with my head towards her pussy and rolled her on top of me. I spread her legs apart, over my face, and then slid my thick, wet tongue between her slit. I began slurping, sucking, and licking away at her pussy, like I was starving for it.

“Suck me too, Tierney,” I ordered.

She placed my thick, veiny cock into her mouth while I licked her pussy. The double sensation was intense and felt pretty damn amazing.

I slipped one of my fingers inside her pussy, followed by second and then a third finger, trying to prep her for my thick cock.

I then rolled her back over to her back and sat up.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I commanded as I reached into the pocket of my pants on the floor and pulled a condom from my wallet. I sheathed myself as I stared at her juicy ass.

She braced herself on all fours in the middle of the bed and waited. I placed one hand on her ass as the other one gripped my dick and pressed it at the entrance of her pussy. I slid the head in and then pulled it out. I did it again. And again. I was taking my time and teasing her pussy.

Finally I plunged it deep inside her with one big push.

“Aaah!” I yelled out as my body loosened. It felt so good to be inside Tierney again.

I slowly plunged it in and out until we had a good rhythm going. I leaned over and squeezed her breasts again while I fucked her. My cock went deep inside her, hitting my wall and filling her entire insides. I could tell she was going to be really stretched out and sore after this.

I reached a hand down and around to the front of her pussy where I teased her clit.

“Oh, Trenton,” she screamed out. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

I slapped her ass and fucked her as hard as I possibly could. It was rough, it hurt a little, but I loved it. And from her sounds of the sighs and moans escaping her full lips, she loved it too.

I was heaving and huffing as I fucked the shit out of her pussy. I could feel her sweaty skin sticking to mine. My grunts were getting louder and louder, and I knew we were both getting close.

My body relaxed even more as a rush of intensity came over me. My cock went buck wild inside her hole, as I sprayed my load inside her. My cock pulsed inside her writhing pussy.

I collapsed on the bed behind her and she crawled up to me, slipping her arms around me to cuddle. I wasn’t a cuddler, but I didn’t say anything.

“Oh, Tierney,” I said. “Tierney, Tierney, Tierney.”

“That was even better than I remember,” she sighed, sweeping the hair from her face. “Oh, Trenton.”

I wanted to tell her not to get any ideas. That it didn’t mean anything. But I wasn’t quite sure myself.

“What time is it?” I asked, glancing over at the clock on the bedside table. “Shit. It’s ten already. I have to get to the office.”

“One more?” she pleaded with her eyes and stuck out her bottom lip. “You’re going to leave me like this? We were just getting started.”

She glanced up at me, hungry and wanting. She was always insatiable in the sack. We fucked in every square inch of her family’s Hampton mansion that summer and on every beach and under every boardwalk. Every nook and cranny with an ounce of privacy out there became a fucking spot for us. It was a wonder she never got pregnant.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Unlike some people, I have a job.”

“Ouch,” she said, her lips slipping into an amused smile. Glad to see she still had a sense of humor. She and I both knew she was a kept woman. It was in her DNA. It was the kind of woman she was raised to be.

I climbed off the bed and slipped my suit back on, adjusting my tie in the mirror and finger combing my chestnut hair back into place. I threw her once last glance before I walked out, her body lying naked and unabashedly uncovered in the middle of her bed. Her lips drew up into a smile as she waved seductively.

And with that, I left feeling a little more vindicated. A little more in control. With each step, my heart and my head would argue with each other. My heart insisted I give Tierney another chance. My head reminded me of the hurt, the anguish, the damage she’d caused. And then my cock broke up the fight and reminded me that women are all the same and none of them are worth the trouble.

I put in a few hours at the office and then rode home, remembering Brenna. I hadn’t really thought about her all day. Between meetings and replaying my romp with Tierney that morning, she’d sort of slipped between the cracks.

By five o’clock I was heading home to my apartment.

“Brenna,” I said, dropping my briefcase in the foyer outside the penthouse elevator.

Standing before me in nothing but a lavender nightie and sky high nude stillettos was Brenna, her sleek hair in curls that fell over her ripe breasts and her hands on her hips. A devilish grin spread across her full lips.

“You ready for round two?” she purred.