SAFE: A Stepbrother Romance (4 page)

Michael
had married Brad’s mom, Debra, right before he struck gold with his game. The
new family had several amazing years together traveling the world, young
Jillian and Brad fitting neatly into their lives since she was a sweet, amenable
child who tolerated the hotels, planes, and travel with ease. Brad was the
quiet brooding type.

But
then the accident took Debra when Jillian was only seven. It came out of
nowhere and had taken the second love of Michael’s life away. Despite moving
back with his biological father, Brad always felt like an older brother to
Jillian. Even when he got older and they started seeing less and less of each
other. At least, that’s what he told himself.

How
could he go from that to the man who fucked her every night? To the guy who
would tie her up and beat her with a riding crop? To the one who would share
her with the other dominants in his life? His sex life was his sex life. He had
given up on vanilla long ago and was old enough and experienced enough to know
he couldn’t go back. But to actually bring his Jillian into his world—the idea
was untenable to him. Or, at least, he thought it should have been.

She
continued to look at him expectantly, and he came back to the present with a
start.

“No.
You don’t know what you’re asking. It’s not me.”

This
time, he didn’t give her a chance to answer. He climbed back on his bike and
rode away leaving her standing there staring after him as his bike roared into
the night.

In
the following days Jillian took a break from the clubs and bars. Her new sexy
clothes hung, ignored, in her closet, and when she wasn’t at work she spent
most of her time at home writing in her journal. She knew it was old fashioned
to use pen and paper, but she felt much more in tune with her thoughts without
the noise pollution output by a clacking keyboard.

On
a rainy Sunday morning, she sat on her couch and wrote furiously trying to get
down the entire dream she had last night before it disappeared into the
recesses of her memory.

I’d done something bad again. I don’t
know what. He had to arrest me again. But when he showed up at my apartment, he
cuffed me. Instead of taking me down to his car, he dragged me into my bedroom
kicking and screaming. Like he’d threatened to do before, he forced me over his
knee. Suddenly, I was naked in the dream. He was spanking me and I yelled and
cried. No matter how hard I tried to get away, I couldn’t. He wouldn’t let me
go.

Then, suddenly, the dream changed. We
were at some kind of sports arena but there was no game. Me and Brad and,
she
could barely write it down and sent a silent apology out to Dave’s wife,
Dave were in the middle. We were having sex.
Brad was between my legs and Dave was in my mouth.

Jillian
slammed her notebook shut and tossed it to the floor, her face flaming with
shame. She couldn’t believe she had dreamed about being with two men at once. She
had grown used to fantasizing about Brad, but one of them was Dave! It was his
own fault for being so flawless and beautiful. His muscles wrapped up nice and
tight under his dark skin were too much to ignore.

Getting
up off the couch, she put the notebook away in her room, in the back of her
closet where she kept it hidden. It was time to get ready for Sunday brunch at
her dad’s. Brad would be there. She hadn’t seen him since the night at the club
and wanted to look her best. When she got into the shower, she couldn’t shake
her dream out of her thoughts.

Something
inside of her knew Dave had just been a placeholder. Any man could have been
there, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth while Brad fucked her. It was the
thoughts of Brad she focused on. She had to work it out in her mind before she
could put it on paper.

Some
sort of strange instinct or sixth sense was telling her that if she became
involved with Brad, she may very well find herself a part of a scene like from
her dream. Maybe it was because of when they were at the club. Her eyes widened
and her soapy hands stilled when the realization hit her. Brad had thought
nothing of fondling her in front of all those people.

In
spite of all their history, all the respect he’d always shown her, it had been
second nature to him to touch her sexually in a crowd. His only problem had
been who she was, not where they were. She wondered if he even realized how
much he had given away. Fine, upstanding officer Brad had no problem being with
a woman in a public place. Jillian grinned, one of her hands drifting in
between her legs.

Closing
her eyes, she thought about what might have happened if he hadn’t stopped.
Might he have lifted up her dress and fucked her from behind, like the other
couple? Maybe he would have brought her over to a table and bent her over it.
Or, he could have lifted her up and backed her up against a wall, filling her
with his cock while her legs were wrapped around his waist.

She
reached up for the removable shower head and grasped it firmly in her hand,
aiming it at her clit. As soon as the warm water pattered against her sensitive
spot she let out a soft whimper. Groaning, she moved even further into her
fantasy.

Maybe
Brad would have involved the other couple. Jillian had always been curious what
it would be like to be with another woman. The other woman had been so pretty,
with short blond hair and a limber body. Would Brad have liked it if she kissed
the other woman while he fucked her? Something told her he would have. A
woman’s lips would feel so different from a man’s. And sharing that with Brad...Jillian
came with a stuttered breath thinking of it while the water pounded her clit.

Smiling
a secret, sexy smile, she toweled off and stepped out of the shower. She had
done nothing but think and dream of Brad since the other night.

It
was time to take action and do more than just dream.

Jillian
couldn’t dress too overtly sexy since she was going to her father’s, but with
some creativity, she had a feeling she could make her point.

Staring
at the clothes in her closet, she finally decided on a flowery summer dress. It
had spaghetti straps and a skirt that fell to around mid-thigh. She’d worn it
to her dad’s before. But, before, she had worn a strapless bra beneath it. And,
of course, underwear. Today, she put on neither.

With
her full breasts, she rarely went without a bra since they tended to draw men’s
eyes like they were tractor beams, and she really, really hoped her dad
wouldn’t notice, but when she looked at herself in the mirror, she didn’t think
she looked vulgar at all. Gravity had yet to take its toll on her, and her tits
were still firm and high. Standing sideways and checking her reflection, she
said yet another silent thank you to the mother she never got a chance to know
for blessing her with such an ample ass. Other girls may want to be skinny, but
Jillian had always loved her curves.

Giving
herself a saucy wink, she slipped on some strappy sandals and strode out of the
room.

 
“I’m coming for you, Brad.” She said out loud.
A bolt of thrill went down her back the moment she let the words slip from her
mouth. It was as if she were officially admitting her plan to the world.

It
was another hot and humid day. When she got to her childhood home, she found Brad
and her father out by the in ground pool. Her eyes drank in the sight of Brad
in only a pair of swim trunks. He had a perfect, broad chest with a scattering
of brown hair. His legs were muscular and lean. An image of herself acting like
a salivating dog appeared in her mind and she forced herself to snap out of it
and go give her father a hug.

“Hey
dad, how’s it going?”

“Good,
good. I’ve decided to make the dragons and trolls the good guys this time
around. What do you think?”

Laughing,
she sat on one of the barstools at the small, outdoor bar. “Whatever you think.
You’re the professional. I still haven’t been able to finish Kindred Kingdom.”

He
gave her an indulgent smile. “The only child whose parent wants her to play video
games and you have no interest. Life’s just not fair.”

The
irony of his statement wasn’t lost on her, and she looked over at Brad to find
he too had caught it. Yes, life was damned unfair sometimes. When her father
left them to go adjust something on the grill, Jillian shifted on her seat,
letting her legs open for a moment before crossing them again, leaving most of
her thigh exposed.

Brad’s
eyes narrowed and his lips thinned, but he didn’t say anything. Enjoying
herself, she gave him a sweet, innocent smile.

When
her dad came back, he fixed them all drinks and they went to sit at a table,
poolside. Jillian and Brad chatted while lunch was cooking. But every time Michael
left to go check on something, Jillian made sure to flash some skin at Brad.
Maybe pretending she sat on something sharp had been too much. She had thought
he was going to flay her alive when she hiked up her skirt to allegedly look at
her poor, hurt bum. He kept silent though and deliberately turned away, only
facing her again once her father was back at the table.

In
the middle of lunch, something happened to have Jillian thanking every lucky
star she wished on during her entire life. Michael got an emergency call from
the office. Some sort of virus had attacked an important server and suddenly
many months’ worth of work was at stake. He left in a fury, yelling at someone
about backup data and goblins over the cellphone.

And,
just like that, Brad and Jillian were alone by the pool, their leftover lunches
growing cold.

“Well,”
Brad said, standing. “I guess I’ll get going.”

Thinking
fast, Jillian held out a hand to stop him. “Oh, please don’t. I want to swim,
but it’s not safe for me to do that alone.”

Eyebrows
raised, he answered her skeptically. “You’ve swam in this pool by yourself
plenty of times.”

“I
know, but it’s still better with someone here watching.”

His
hands clenched into fists by his sides, he sat back down and pointedly took out
his phone. “Go on then. I’ll just sit here and catch up on some reading.”

“Okay,”
Jillian said sweetly, reaching down to grab the bottom of her dress and taking
it off in one swoop. She tossed it aside and then dove into the pool, only
catching the first part of Brad’s curses before she went under the water.

When
she surfaced down at the other end, she looked for him and was dismayed to see
he wasn’t there.

“He
actually left,” she said out loud in shock.

A
second later he burst up out of the water right beside her, grabbing her in his
arms and pressing her against the side of the pool. She winced a little when
her back bumped against the pool wall. His hands forcefully grabbed her thighs
and wrenched them open. Not wanting to fall under the water, she quickly
wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

Without
saying a word, he yanked her bikini bottom to the side, pushed in between her
legs, and his cock was inside her before she even knew what was happening. Her
breath stilled as soon as his stiff fullness filled her up.

 
Wrapping her legs around him and holding on
for dear life as his hips pumped against her, she barely had time to
internalize the fact that he was finally fucking her when he abruptly finished
and pushed away, swimming for the other side of the pool. He reached the
ladder, climbed up and exited the pool, stopping only to grab his swim trunk.
He was gone a minute later.

Jillian,
still completely in shock, hung limply against the pool wall, staring at the
door he had gone through. He didn’t hurt her, hadn’t really even been inside
her long enough to even realize what was truly happening. For all she knew he
hadn’t come, the water making it impossible to tell.

Playing
it over and over in her mind, she finally smiled and decided if nothing else—it
was progress.

Moving
into the water and flopping onto her back, she lazily floated in the cool, blue
water.