Stepbrother Protects (His Twisted Game Book Six) (4 page)

I frowned.
 
“What’s yours?”

“The suite.”

“You mean for the night?”

“No, I mean, it’s mine.
 
I own it.”

“You
bought
this place?”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t know you could buy hotel
rooms.”

“You can buy anything if you have enough
money,” Cole said matter-of-factly.
 
He crossed the room and walked out onto the balcony, and after a second,
I followed him.

I stood next to him as he held onto the
shiny silver railing.
 
He stared
out across the city, his face serious.
 
I stared at his profile, at the strength of his jaw, the fullness of his
lips, the way his hair faded perfectly against the smooth skin of his neck.

I shivered at how absolutely gorgeous he
was – at how strong his forearms looked braced against the railing, how
sexy his broad shoulders were.
 

“You’re cold,” he said.

“No.
 
I’m fine.”

“Come here.”
 
He reached for me, pulling me into his arms.
 
I rested my head against his chest and
closed my eyes, letting myself imagine just for a moment that we were a
completely normal couple.
 
That he
was my rich, successful boyfriend who’d taken me to this hotel room as a gift,
not that he was my stepbrother and we’d been forced here because someone had
ransacked his apartment.

“Cole,” I whispered.

“Yes?”

“Who did that to your apartment?”

“I don’t know.”

“Best guess?”
 

“Someone who works for Jeffrey.
 
Looking for information so they can cut
a deal with the FBI and turn me in.”

“Would they have found anything?”

“No.”

I listened to the beating of his heart through
the thin fabric of his t-shirt.
 
I
could tell he was tense, and all I wanted was to make him feel better.
 
“I want to make you feel better,” I
whispered in his ear.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re tense.”
 
I put my hands on his shoulders. The muscles were tight and
knotted.
 
I kneaded at his skin,
trying to loosen him up.

“I’m not tense,” he protested, sounding
slightly annoyed that I was trying to imply he was upset.
 
But he
wa
s upset – at least, underneath
his strong façade, he had to be.
 
There was no way that after everything that had gone on tonight he could
have just been completely okay with everything.

“Okay.”
 
I pulled my hands off his shoulders and took a step
back.
 
But my touch must have
excited him, because he grabbed me immediately and pulled me back up against
him and pressed his mouth to mine.

His fingers tangled in my hair, his other
hand brushing against my face.
 
He
kissed me hard and deep, his tongue probing my mouth, his intent clear.
 

When we finally broke apart, his blue
eyes were blazing with lust and want.
 
I loved the way he was looking at me, loved the way he made me feel when
I knew he was about to get dominant with me, when I knew he was about to tell
me what to do to him.

The Cole that had been in bed with me
earlier, the one who’d been gentle and
tender
as he’d
made love to me soft and slow was gone.
 
My domineering stepbrother was back, the one who’d taken me in a closet
and fingered me, the one who’d made me strip for him in his office.

“Get in the hot tub,” he demanded.
 
“I want to see you wet.”

I swallowed.
 
“I don’t have a swimsuit.”

“You don’t need a swimsuit.”
 
His fingers moved around to my stomach,
his fingers dipping under the waistband of my jeans and skimming my skin.
 
“You’ll wear your bra and panties.”

His fingers undid the button on my pants
and slid the zipper down slowly.
 
He kissed me again, his hands moving to my back, holding me strong and
firm against his body.
  
Then
he slid his hands down into the back of my jeans, squeezing my butt as he
kissed me.
 
I was wearing thong,
and his hands groped my bare ass cheeks.

I kissed him back hungrily, trying to
grind my pelvis against his.
 
Even
though I’d already come twice tonight
 
-- three times, if you counted the orgasm I’d given myself while I’d
lain on the floor in his office -- my body was already responding.

I knew now why all those girls had become
so obsessed with him in high school, why they would cry in the hallways at
school when he inevitably left them.
 
He was intoxicating and addicting, and the way my body felt when I was
close to him was like an inferno, scorching and burning and ready to explode.

He knew exactly what to do with his
mouth, his hands, his fingers, his cock.
 
I was under his control, and I would do whatever he wanted.

“You’re horny, aren’t you, baby girl?” he
breathed into my ear.
 

“Yes.”

He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and
pulled it off me in one smooth movement, dropping it onto the balcony.
 
Then he got down on his knees, pulled
my jeans all the way down, and kissed my stomach, his tongue searing a hot
trail across my abdomen.
 
He kept
going, licking my pussy through my panties, his mouth hot through the thin
fabric of my thong.

I moaned and he grinned up at me, his
eyes devilish,
the
look on his face full of mischief
– he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he loved it.

He stood up and pulled his own shirt off,
his biceps flexing as he did it.
 
His chest was smooth and perfect, his stomach ripped and muscular.
 
I reached my hand out and ran my hand
down over his washboard abs, enjoying the feeling of his six-pack under my
fingertips.

“Get in the tub,” he growled.

I turned and walked to the tub slowly,
knowing he was watching me, knowing he was checking out my ass.
 
The water was warm, and the bubbles frothed
around me as I slipped into the water.

Colt took off his pants, leaving him in
just his boxers as he climbed into the hot tub and sat down across from
me.
  
The outline of his cock
was visible through his shorts, and I felt my body flood with desire and want,
imagining him inside my pussy.

“Hi,” he said. The steam swirled around
us, making his hair curl just a tiny bit around the bottom.

“Hi.”

“Why are you so far away?”

“Why are
you
so far away?” I shot back.

“Come here,” he commanded.

I moved over until I was sitting next to
him, but he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me on top of him so that I was
sitting on his lap sideways.
 
I
felt his hardness against the crack of my ass, and I wondered what it would be
like to have him inside of me there.
 
I was surprised to find it turned me on.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Cole
said.
 
His hands pushed my damp
hair away from my neck.

“Nothing.”
  
My face flamed.

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Yes.”
 
His hands tightened around my hair, twisting the strands
just a tiny bit, letting me know he was in control, and if he wanted me to tell
him something, I would.
 

“I was just thinking about how beautiful
it is out here.”

“Liar.”

“It’s true.”

“Tell me.”
 
He pulled my hair tighter, then lowered his head to my neck
and kissed it.

“Cole…”

“Tell me or I won’t touch you.
 
I won’t fuck the shit out of that tight
little pussy like I’m about to do.”

I whimpered, half from the pain of him
grabbing me the way he was, and half from the excruciating pleasure that was
radiating through my body.
 
I
couldn’t take the thought of him not fucking me, couldn’t take the thought of
him not putting his hands all over me.

“I was thinking of you fucking my ass,” I
said.

The side of his mouth twitched up, like
he was amused by this
.
 
“Oh, yeah?” he asked.
 
“You
were thinking of me sliding my hard dick into that cute ass?”

“Yes,” I said.
 
My face flamed.

He took my hand and placed it on his
dick.
 
“You think you could take
that?”

I wrapped my fingers around the thickness
of his shaft.
 
“I don’t know,” I
said.

“But you want to try, don’t you, baby
girl?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Say it.”

“I want to try.”

“You want to try what?”

“I want to try to take you in my ass.”

He trailed his hand down my back, under
my thong and over my ass.
 
His hand
spread my cheeks just a tiny bit, and his finger slid down.
 
Even though he was nowhere near my
hole, I gasped.

Cole laughed.
 
“You’re not ready for that,” he said, but he didn’t move his
hand away from my ass.
 
“But you
will be soon.”

He slid me closer to him, moving my legs
so that I was straddling him.
 
He
slipped my bras straps down over my shoulders, and lifted me a tiny bit out of
the water.
 
I shivered as the cool
night air hit my skin.

His hands found the cups of my bra, which
were wet and sticking to my skin, my nipples sticking out in two peaks.
 

“Fuck, you look good,” he said as he
loosened my tits from my bra.
 
I
moaned as he began sucking my nipples, moving back and forth between each one,
biting and licking them faster and faster until I felt dizzy.

Then he turned me over and pushed me up
against the back of the hot tub and kissed me hard.
 

He took my hand again and placed it on
his cock, guiding it up and down until I was stroking him under the water.
 
“Yeah,” he said.
 
“Just like that.
 
Stroke my dick, baby.”

I kept going, stroking him harder and
faster as he kissed me and played with my tits.
 
We made out for what seemed like forever, his dick so hard
in my hand I thought it was going to rocket it off of him.

“Pull my boxers off,” he commanded, and I
slid them off him, letting his huge rod spring free.

He made me stroke him for a while, and
then stood up in the hot tub.
 
I
was still sitting down and he rubbed the engorged head of his dick all over my
face, making my skin wet with his precum.

“You are so beautiful, Avery,” he said as
he kept rubbing me with his cock.
 
“Do you see how hard you make me?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Look at me.”

I looked at him, our eyes locking on each
other as he grabbed his shaft and stroked himself in front of me.
 
“Take my balls into your mouth.”

I opened my mouth and did as I was told,
taking his balls into my mouth and sucking on them hungrily.
 
They were swollen and filled with cum,
and I imagined him exploding all over my face, marking me.

He jerked himself off, his hand moving
fast over his
shaft
 
as
I licked his balls.
 
Every so often he would take his dick and slap it on my face.
 
The whole time, we looked at each
other, our connection deep and intense, the electricity crackling so brightly
you could almost see it pulsing rhythmically between us.

Finally, when my mouth was just staring
to get sore, Cole grabbed me and turned me over.

I was still in my bra and thong, but my
tits were out, and he pushed me up against the side of the hot tub until my
nipples were pushing into the cool surface of the wall of the tub.

He reached up and grabbed my hair again,
before his hand moved from my neck all the way down my back, his nails digging
into my skin as he moved downward.
 
When he got to the strap of my thong, he pulled my panties over to the
side, so that my pussy and ass were exposed to him.

 
I felt his dick push against the crack of my ass, and I
gasped, waiting for him to take what was his.