Stepbrother Bestie (A Stepbrother Romance Novel) (46 page)

Once we ran, which was more of a light jog
for me, but a real workout for Ashley, we made our way toward the gym, where my
actual workout began.

I would lift weights and do pretty much
whatever I could to improve myself, both physically and mentally, while Ashley
kept tabs on my progress.

Finally, a few days before the
competition, on our way back from the gym, dead tired and ready to return home
just to fall into bed, I felt like I should say something to her. She had worked
so hard to get me into shape.

“Hey, Ashley, thanks for being there for
me.”

She smiled back at me. “It’s been fun and
you are far less moody when you’re working out…” She shrugged in a teasing way
and answered, “You talk less too, which is really nice.”

“Ha! Ha! Ha!” I barked before I added,
“I’m trying to be fucking nice to you.”

“Yeah, well, you suck at it,” she teased
back and I shoved her playfully.

She giggled and moved forward with all her
might, trying to plow into me, in order to move me the same amount that I had
moved her, or at all, but she just hit me and stopped.

I chuckled as I grasped her arm so that
she didn’t fall down. “Uh…I didn’t think I had to tell you this, but you
shouldn’t do that. I am a brick fucking wall. There is nothing that is going to
get past this shit,” I said in a cocky way as I smacked my perfectly formed abs
with my large hand.

I was proud of my body and throughout the
training, I had actually grown in my ability, more than I had in years, which I
was sure would give me even more of an advantage.

“No, you’ve been doing really well!”
Ashley exclaimed.

We hadn’t heard any more of that asshole
who had tried to take Ashley from me and I was glad, but the experience had
made her a lot more comfortable around me. In a strange way, I thought that
shit had brought us closer together. It was weird, but I wasn’t complaining.

I was beginning to feel closer to Ashley
then I had felt to anyone in a long time. Even though we had our arguments and
neither one of us was completely sure what we were to one another, I was still
enjoying that journey, wherever the hell it might lead.

The night where I had to beat the shit out
of the asshole had proved to me that I could be decent and that there were a
lot of men who were worse than I was. That, in a strange way, gave me hope that
I could end up not being such a dickhead.

Just
don’t fucking kill her and you should be good,
I
thought whenever I would contemplate where our relationship was going. This
thought haunted me, but there was no way in hell, even as close as Ashley and I
had gotten, that I would share something like that with her.

I hadn’t pressed to have sex with her,
because I knew that might only make her uncomfortable. However, for once, I
realized that just spending time with her was enough, at least for now.

Over the past two weeks, my mother and her
father had pretty much left us alone; once again extremely happy that they
didn’t have to entertain us in any way. They could go and fuck to their hearts’
content and they wouldn’t have to worry about a thing.

“Your carrying has improved a lot and if
you could just get your deadlifting flawless, your performance would truly be
unbeatable.”

“Shit, my performance is unbeatable now.
There is no way any of these dick-less pussies in this beach town know anything
about a strong man competition.” Even though I bragged, I knew that she was
right.

Another thing that I liked was that she
was taking the time to learn what it was like to be me. She didn’t stop at the
exterior and run away; she was really getting into what I was into and learning
more about the man behind the curse words and muscles than anyone had ever
either cared or had a chance to learn.

Even in the short time that we were
hanging out, I wasn’t even sure my own mother had looked past my act of
defiance, and although it was new to me, I was quickly learning that it meant a
great deal.

She laughed and answered, “All right.
That’s fine, but you aren’t competing to beat them, you are competing to beat
yourself and so you need to always be getting better. You can’t just be some
complacent lump on a log.”

“Excuse me?” I demanded. “Do I look
fucking complacent to you?”

“No, but you also had better never get
that way.” She smiled at me and I rolled my eyes.

“Complacent my ass…” I grumbled.

“Just remember, even if you beat the whole
world, internally, you will still have to strive to beat your own best.”

“You sound like a fucking sports shrink.
Don’t give me that pansy sports pep talk. You’re a trainer, not a cheerleader.”
I glanced over her body and allowed my eyes to rest on her breasts, before I
picked my head up and answered, “Even though you might look the part.”

“Eat your heart out,” she spat back,
glaring playfully at me.

“That’s not the only thing I’d like to eat
out…” I said under my breath, just loud enough for her to hear.

I watched with pleasure as her face grew
slightly horrified. This time, she really did throw herself into me enough so
that I stumbled a few inches to the side.

When I recovered, I laughed outright and
answered, “I’m sorry, was that not fucking romantic enough for you? It’s not
like we’re…”

She glared at me now and smacked my arm. I
stopped speaking, realizing that we were in the middle of a town where
virtually everyone knew who she was, if not who both of us were, and I would
really hate to get caught just by something that I said; especially if I wasn’t
even getting any at the present moment.

So, I just chuckled at her extreme
reaction and continued toward the beach house.

Chapter
37

Ashley

When we arrived back at the house, it
didn’t take me long to realize that, not only was I no longer the least bit
tired, but I was also feeling extremely horny.

The teasing, along with the week of being
so close to such a perfect, manly specimen without taking more than the
occasional kiss from him, when all I really wanted to do was rip the remainder
of his clothes off and have my way with him had really taken its toll.

Honestly, I had tried to be good. For two
weeks we had hung out constantly, from the moment we woke up until the moment
we went to bed and maintained what was basically a platonic relationship.

However, now, with the invitation that
presented itself by the fact that neither one of our parents were home and we
had the house to ourselves made me want to take advantage of him.

As much as I hated to admit it, Tyler was
right. His lovemaking was the absolute best and even though I tried my best to
stay away from it, I would think about the night we shared together constantly.
And now, that was legitimately the only thing that kept popping up inside my
mind.

Therefore, when we locked the doors and
plopped ourselves in front of the television, without either of us turning it
on, I looked over at him just to see if he was also staring at me.

He smiled at me and raised his eyebrows,
but made no other advancement.

“So….” I said as I scooted toward him,
knowing exactly what I was doing, but trying to make it seem as though I was
doing it subconsciously.

“So…” he answered carefully, but did not
make any attempt to move closer to me.

Was
he trying to be respectful?
I wondered, but did not dwell on it,
considering I really, really wanted him. I smiled in a way that I intended to
be suggestive, but I wasn’t sure if he got it, so I locked my eyes on his and
made sure that our gaze explained everything that I was feeling.

It didn’t take long after that, for his
eyes portrayed the question to the answer in my gaze.

It happened so quickly, I was never quite
sure who even made the first move. It just seemed like suddenly, the two of us
went from gazing to one another, sprawled out on opposite sides of the couch,
to becoming wrapped in one another’s arms, interlocking our lips and wandering
tongues with a passion that my body was aching to feel again.

I groaned behind Tyler’s hard-pressed,
evoking mouth as I felt my already heated body begin to sizzle to an even
higher temperature. Tyler pressed his hand firmly against my head and began
directing me into a deeper, more fulfilling kiss.

My hands moved over his large, roping
muscles, exploring every inch of him. I felt my hands ride easily over the
mountainous terrain of his arms, before sliding back up, only to tumble down
his washboard abs.

When
I reached
his basketball shorts, I
slid my hand inside of the drawstring and wrapped my palm around his throbbing
manhood.

We both knew that we didn’t have much
time; my father and his mother could be back any moment and with heightening
passion this intense, neither one of us wanted to risk having to stop before
our explosion of love had reached its climax.

As I felt his large, warm member, it was
now Tyler who groaned before he grasped my wrist and pushed my hand further
down, so that I had no other choice but to take him into my hand more fully.

Feeling him against me, almost completely
naked, made my own womanliness begin to heat up, tingle and moisten, but not
before Tyler snaked his way up my bare stomach with now both of his hands and
freed my breasts from the sports bra I was wearing.

With one quick motion, barely even taking
time to unlock our lips from one another, Tyler tore my bra off of my body and
moved his hands down so that they could relieve my lower body of my tight,
form-fitting yoga pants.

Once I was completely naked, I giggled
with excitement as I felt my senses heighten. I certainly didn’t want to get
caught, but the fact that there was a far higher chance of being caught only
added to the allure.

Instinctually, I covered my breasts,
taking my hand off of his enlarged maleness, feeling a bit modest for the
moment, while he discarded his shorts completely.

Yet, he did not allow me to be shy very
long, for as soon as he was able, he moved back toward me, ravenously thrust my
legs apart, and moved between them. He threw my hands out of the way so that he
could begin to massage my breasts, as well as the upper half of my body.

I groaned with pleasure as the sensation
coursed through me, but Tyler was quick to steal my voice with another long,
delicious, exploratory kiss.

With every moment that passed we both
became more savage. As he took in the taste of me with the sweet and sultry
invasion of his tongue, plunging deep into my throat, my hands scoured over his
heated, sweating body ravenously, trying to pull him closer to me from every
possible angle.

The feel of his bare skin slapping up
against my own as we moved caused the feeling of ecstasy that was gearing up
inside of me to excel at a blossoming, almost overwhelming rate.

At one time, his hand moved up and even
clasped my chin in his palm, turning my head so that he could ease himself
deeper into my mouth.

I writhed with anticipation, but for the
moment, he made me wait. I felt my body moan in protest, but he was consuming
me too greatly for the sound to break past him into my ears. It was then that I
realized he had taken full and complete control over me.

I supposed that I should have been scared
or possibly leery, but I wanted him so badly, that I didn’t care. I knew that
he wasn’t going to hurt me and therefore, I continued to ease myself closer to
him and enjoyed every moment of him doing the rest for me.

Then, as his hands slid over my breasts
and stopped to fondle my nipples, I felt a tingling sensation flow throughout
my entire body, centered throughout my bosom. This feeling caused the rest of
my senses to become all the more alert as I noticed an increase in moisture
lubricating the apex of my legs, awaiting his aroused virile flesh and my
pelvis thrusted towards him, jealous of the attention that my breasts were
receiving.

Suddenly, the memory of his fiery brand
was not enough to quench the thirst of my longing. I knew that I needed him
inside of me, before it was too late and we lost the opportunity. To speed up
the process, I threw my legs up and wrapped them eagerly around his middle,
pulling my own sizzling furnace up so that it rubbed against him as our loins
began to throb in love and longing as one beautiful intense entity of desire.

When I did this, he laughed and I felt the
vibration of his voice deep within my throat, before he pulled his head back
and repositioned himself so that he could easily claim me with a swift,
driving, deep thrust of his swollen staff.

I called out from the force of the passion
that consumed me, but had little time to recover before he began plunging his
way into a hasty, yet satisfying motion.

Our lovemaking was quick and hard, almost
to the point of being rough, but I loved every moment of it. In addition to the
fact that we both felt as though we were in a hurry, because we could easily be
discovered at any moment, there was also so much pent up sexual attraction and need
inside of us both that we simply could not control ourselves from allowing our
bodies and our instincts to take over.