Step Wilde: A Stepbrother Romance (22 page)

WILDER

Two things of note: one, I’d managed to keep my hands off of Olivia all day. That was incredible. Two: Richard was very much alive. And apparently he loved to cook.

We were shoved into rickety wooden chairs in the corner of the most cluttered kitchen I’d ever been in. I felt like the walls were closing in on me. Olivia didn’t seem too uncomfortable.

Spending the afternoon outside had done wonders for her mental state. She’d pulled on a sweater for dinner and it covered her tits. It didn’t stop me from wanting to fuck her on the tabletop, though. She kept smiling at me while Gina gave us appraising looks.

Even though it was cluttered, this space was absent of the dust and disrepair that haunted the rest of the building. I’d checked surreptitiously for any mice droppings and had found none.

“Richard, are those your grapes out there?” I asked.

Richard lifted the boiling pasta pot up with potholder-covered hands and drained it into an old-fashioned metal colander in the sink. A column of steam rose up, coating his glasses in a fog.

“Actually, we just lease the land to a few different farmers around here.” He set the pot back down and pulled off the mitts on his hands. “Some of them we just trade acres for crates of their wine.”

I held up my glass of red wine and nodded with pleasure. “This is some of the best I’ve ever had in my life.”

Gina beamed. “Right off the land outside these walls,” she said proudly. Richard set back to work readying dinner, and Gina leaned forward conspiratorially. “Bet you’ll sell the wedding photos for a pretty penny, eh?”

I saw Olivia’s face nearly collapse at the inadvertent reference to Hailey. I wanted to scream at Gina for ruining what I’d worked all day to do: get Olivia to calm the fuck down.

“No,” I replied simply. “It’s nobody’s business when you really think about it.” I gave her a pointed look. Gina seemed to take the hint.

“Coming through with a hot pot!” Richard called, leaning over Olivia to set a big vat of fresh marinara on the center of the rough-hewn wooden table. A moment later he brought over the freshly made pasta.

“Looks amazing,” Olivia said. “I’m starving. We missed lunch today.”

Richard put tongs into the colander and took off his flour-dusted apron, finally taking a seat. He exhaled and rubbed his hands together. “Ladies and guests first,” Richard said, nodding at Olivia.

She smiled and lifted out a huge portion of noodles. I loved being around a woman who loved eating. Hailey was constantly skipping meals and nibbling off of my plate when we went anywhere. It drove me up a wall.

Gina looked at her with a strange face. “I thought the camera was supposed to
add
ten pounds, not take away forty.”

Richard looked at her, confused. “What the hell does that mean?”

Olivia gave Gina a cold smile. “Are you normally this nice to your guests or do you save the
real
kindness for the non-famous ones?”

I couldn’t help myself. I laughed. “Richard, I’m Roman Wilder. I’m an actor. This is…” I paused.

Olivia spoke up. “I’m Hailey Holliday, famous musician and singer-songwriter. Your wife loves tabloid magazines and thought it appropriate to comment that I’m fatter in person than in manipulated images.”

Richard guffawed as Gina looked chastened. “Oh, Gina. Dear, really. I thought you stopped reading that garbage.” He shook his head. “Sorry, I truly have never heard of either one of you.”

Olivia passed the colander to me and dug into her own noodles and sauce with vigor. It seemed shutting Gina up had lightened her mood once again.

“We don’t make it out to the movies much anymore. All the same tripe, honestly,” Richard explained. I passed the noodles to him and he put some on Gina’s plate. She had buried herself in her wine glass, hiccupping as she sat it down on the table.

I laughed. “Tell me about it. It’s how I make my living.”

“If you ever make a movie that doesn’t involve Earth nearly exploding in the last thirty minutes, I’ll promise to see it,” Richard said, laughing.

I nodded. “I do that, you ship me a case of this wine and we have a deal.”

He smiled and nodded. “Deal.” He turned to Olivia. “So, how did you two meet?”

Gina perked her ears up at that question and suddenly I knew that
Gina knew
the answer to that question. I panicked. Olivia couldn’t possibly know how Hailey and I had met. She didn’t read any celebrity news sites. I opened my mouth to answer in her place but she beat me to it.

“Jay-Z had a house party about five years ago. I was there and so was Wilde,” she said, reaching out her hand on the tabletop and squeezing mine.

I noted how she used my nickname, just the way Hailey did.

“He’d just premiered his second blockbuster movie. Chris Martin introduced us.” Olivia smiled at me pointedly.

“Babe, I didn’t realize you had such a wonderful memory,” I responded with a genuine smile.
So she did read tabloids
.

“How could I forget!” Olivia said excitedly. She was enjoying this. “I seem to remember one of my own songs was playing when I saw you.”

I nearly fell off my chair. That was the story Hailey had told Ellen Degeneres in an interview another lifetime ago. The crowd had eaten it up like they were dying of hunger.

Gina looked like she was going to burst. “Oh, yes! That’s what you told Ellen!”

Richard grumbled. “Who in the hell is Ellen?”

Gina waved him away. “I saw that interview when it aired! What a lovely dress you wore.”

Olivia smiled. “How nice of you to remember,” she said, wiping her mouth and giving me a significant look.

“New topic!” I announced. “Our room is really nice. Great view of the vineyard.”

Richard smiled. “Well, your man sent someone here to clean it up earlier. I took a peek in. I think we might have to hire the woman who did it.”

“The sunflowers are lovely,” Olivia said. I noticed she’d eaten so quickly her plate was nearly clean. She gave me a look that said:
Get me out of here as quickly as possible.

I downed the rest of my wine and focused on eating while Richard launched into the list of improvements they had yet to make on the villa. Once there was a natural lull in the conversation, I forced a dramatic yawn and a stretch, nearly knocking over a stack of empty mason jars.

“This was so delicious, Richard. But we really ought to run off to bed.”

Gina winked at me and I had to resist an involuntary cringe. Olivia grabbed my hand and stood up so quickly she nearly knocked over her own wine glass.

“Yes, this was lovely. Thank you both!”

She pulled me into the stairwell with such a ferocity I thought for a second she was trying to tear my limbs off. I laughed at her as she dropped my hand and buried her face in her hands.

“Good God, if I had known dinner was going to be twenty questions about yours and Hailey’s relationship, I would have prepared.”

I pulled her hands from her face. She was so sexy when she was embarrassed. “Okay. Truth time. How did you know all of those answers?”

Olivia bit her lip. “I might have been lost in a YouTube vortex one day. You know how that goes.” She shrugged nonchalantly but I could tell it was more than that.

“
You
have been keeping up with me.” I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed. “Admit it.”

Olivia shook her head and guffawed. “Hardly,” she said to me with a playful smile.

She turned around, her white dress flipping upwards and giving me a glimpse of red lacy underwear.

I nearly chased her up the stairs.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

WILDER

"I guess Richard has spent the last two decades learning to cook while Gina drinks,” I said from bathroom, putting toothpaste onto a brand-new, Harrison-provided toothbrush.

"I'm just happy he wasn't stuffed into a rocking chair in the basement," Olivia replied.

Her voice sounded more relaxed than I had ever heard it. It seemed that despite Gina’s interrogation, having a full stomach and a head full of Italian wine had done wonders for her temperament. I tried not to think too much about what that could potentially mean for me.

I spit toothpaste into the sink and rinsed the goo off of the slightly cracking white porcelain. I was still in my jeans and t-shirt. I smirked at myself in the mirror and decided to have some fun with Olivia. I pulled off my shirt and jeans and let them drop to the floor. All I had left on were my boxer briefs.

I opened the bathroom door to see that Olivia had beaten me to the punch; she was completely, utterly, and entirely naked. My dick hardened almost instantly. She folded her dress and tucked it back in the drawer, throwing her underwear and bra onto the floor.

She looked at me and smiled.

"I sleep naked," she said. "I hope you don't mind."

It's not often that I am rendered completely speechless, but this time was an exception. I stared at her creamy skin glowing in the moonlight and at the perfect fullness of her breasts as they sloped away from her chest. Her slightly rounded stomach reminded me for some reason of a donut. I tried not to think of burying my face in it.

And then my eyes met her pussy.

"I - uh," I said, looking away and putting a hand across my own crotch to cover up my increasingly hardening erection. "I also sleep naked, actually."

I glanced at her face, trying not to be hopeful.

She cocked her hip to the side and smiled. "So there's the slightly vulnerable guy that I knew that night in college. I thought Hollywood had permanently shaped you into a relentless asshole."

She pulled back the duvet, bending over as she crawled into bed.

Here she was, fucking with me again. I swallowed as I looked at her round ass bouncing as she crawled to the other side and dipped beneath the sheets.

"You're fucking with me," I said out loud, finding my words.

She pulled the covers up to her chin. "Goodnight, Wilder." Then she turned her back to me.

I was left standing there with increasingly blue balls. "Sorry, do I not even get a blanket for sleeping on the floor?" I said, feeling ridiculous.

Olivia mumbled, still facing the other way.

"What's that?" I asked her.

She turned to face me, her blonde hair cascading out across the pillow. "I said that you can sleep in the bed. Put some pillows down the middle and stay on your side."

I tried to read her face but it was a cipher. "Whatever you say, your highness," I said, lifting the covers and scooting into the bed. I was so enormous and the bed so small that my arm immediately touched her back.

"I said stay on your side," she muttered.

I took two of the extra pillows and set them between us, forming a wall. I tried turning on my side but the mattress was too hard and uncomfortable for that. I settled for my back.

Olivia rolled over. "You going to stop moving around anytime soon? It feels like an earthquake."

"Sorry," I whispered comically. I waited for a moment in the dark silence. "I feel like I'm at a sleepover and I'm worried that the boys are going to put my hand in warm water."

"That sounds like something you
actually
did; probably to Josh," Olivia replied in an equally quiet voice.

I laughed softly. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I did. More than once. He was always the first person to drift off."

The bedroom window was open, letting in the perfect, dry air from outside. The curtains fluttered softly and a beam of moonlight fell through the window and onto the bed. I couldn't sleep knowing that Olivia's naked body was only inches away from my own. I listened to her breathing.

After a few minutes, I was sure she was just as awake as I was.

"Wilder?" she said in a soft voice.

I exhaled slowly, hoping that my voice wouldn't crack with anticipation. There was something about her that made me feel like a bumbling adolescent. "Yeah, Liv?"

"What are you thinking about?" she asked me.

I barely suppressed a chuckle. "Honestly?"

"Honestly.”

"Your naked fucking body. And fucking your naked fucking body. And doing all kinds of dirty shit to your naked fucking body." I paused. She didn't reply or reach out to smack me. That was probably a good sign. "What are you thinking about?"

"Honestly?" she asked.

"Honestly."

She popped her head above the pillow wall. "I'm thinking about climbing on top of you right now." She threw back the covers and scooted over the pillows, reaching down to pull off my boxers before I could even react.

Well, before my
brain
could react. My dick was doing a fine job on its own of reacting to her naked, warm body bouncing over me. I pinched myself on the thigh to make sure I hadn't fallen asleep.

Ouch
. Not a dream.

She yanked my pants off and my dick popped out of them. She smiled when she saw it, then bent down, her hair cascading down in a sheet of perfect blonde strands and started kissing my abdomen. She traced her tongue down my skin.

My dick was pressing into her tits. I looked down and saw that she was purposely rubbing her nipple down my shaft while she made out with my tattoos. I felt like my balls were going to explode already.

I pushed her off me, breathing heavily. "Slow down, Liv," I said, gasping for air. 

She looked at me skeptically. "Roman Wilder can't last more than a minute?" she asked me. "That's not
at all
what I've read in the press." Then she bent down and put her full mouth over my dick, her wet tongue licking up and down my shaft. I moaned loudly. She looked up at me with mirth in her eyes and sucked me harder. I felt like I was going to explode already.

I fumbled my hands into the second drawer where Harrison’s contact had stored my clothes and somehow managed to grab a condom at the first grasp. It seemed like the sex gods were raining good fortune down upon me. I made a mental note to give Harrison a raise.

Olivia grabbed the condom and pulled her mouth away from me so I could put it on. The feeling of her lips sliding up my cock nearly did it. She managed to get the condom on in time for me to erupt. She kissed my thighs as my entire body shook.