Stepbrother Untouchable (19 page)

CHAPTER THIRTY

Eileen's face breaks into a huge grin as I blush. His
teammates slap him on the back and needle him about his lack of previous
relationships, then begin to introduce themselves to me. I'm quickly offered a
beer and pulled into multiple conversations, but Nate is there every few
minutes with a hand on my back, making sure I'm OK.

As the night goes on, the porch fills up with more people,
and, particularly, more women. I'm happily overwhelmed by all these new faces,
but also glad to just lean on the railing for a minute to sip my beer.

“Brynn?” I hear a woman's voice call. I turn to see Cara
walking up onto the porch.

“Hey!” I say, and stand up to give her a hug.

“How was your summer?”

“Um…” I murmur, unable to find the words to describe the
last few months. I look over her shoulder and watch a girl I don't know place her
hand on Nate's chest. Before I can even frown, though, he steps back and smiles
politely, then makes his way over to me. “It was pretty crazy,” is all I can
come up with before Nate's arm snakes his way around my waist.

“I just saw my mom yawning, so I think she's about to go
back to her hotel,” he says. “Oh, hey Cara.”

“Nate…are you two…?” Cara asks, her eyes darting back and
forth between us.

“We are,” I confirm, as Nate grins down at me. It does feel
good to say it out loud.

“And you've already met his parents? Wow!”

“Yeah, we've met,” I reply a bit evasively, as Nate bites
his lip to keep from laughing. I elbow him in the ribs. “We better go say
goodbye to his mom.”

Sure enough, Eileen is shouldering her purse and looking
around as we walk over.

“I hope I didn't take up too much of your time with Nate
tonight,” I say as we walk up.

“Not at all. I wouldn't be here at all if it weren't for
you,” she says, wrapping me up in a big hug. “Will you join us for brunch
tomorrow before I head back home?” I glance at Nate, who's looking at me
encouragingly.

“I'd love to.”

“Great, I'll see you tomorrow then!” she says, giving Nate a
hug before walking down the steps.

“Is it weird that I want to be friends with your mom?” I ask
him as we watch her get into her car.

“Not weirder than sleeping with your stepbrother,” he
murmurs wickedly in my ear. “You think you've had enough of this party?”

I shiver at the implication of his words. “I think so.” He
nods over his shoulder toward the front door of the house and I follow him
inside. The living room has several people in it now, but he continues up the
steps and to his bedroom down the hall. “There isn't going to be another girl
under your covers, is there?” I ask him teasingly as he opens the door.

He turns to me with a grin. “Only you now, Brynn.” He wraps
his arms around my waist and pulls me across the threshold, shutting the door
behind me and then pressing me up against it. My body lights up with desire as
his mouth covers mine and he pulls my arms over my head, keeping them pinned to
the door with one hand over my wrists. I feel his other hand pulling up the hem
of my summer dress as his legs push between mine. “Alright if this one's a
little quick?” he asks, nibbling on my ear.

“I just want to feel you,” I breathe, arching my back and
pressing my breasts onto his chest. With a grunt, he pulls away, reaching into
his pocket. I pull my dress over my head as he yanks his zipper down and pushes
his boxers and khakis to his knees, rolling the condom over his length. I barely
manage to get my panties to the floor when he steps back into me, grabbing my
ass and hoisting me up.

I moan as I feel his tip press against my opening. I must
have tightened up a bit in the time we've spent apart because there's a shot of
pain as he slides me down his shaft. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck
and lock my ankles just above his ass as he leans me back against the door.

“Oh fuck,” he murmurs as he reaches his depth inside me. He
circles his hips, letting me feel him inside me at every angle before pulling
back out again. I marvel at his strength as he's able to hold me in place and
thrust in and out of me with almost no support from me. The pain is gone by
just his third thrust, and pleasure begins to course through my veins. My toes
curl and I run my hands through his hair, then lean forward and slide my tongue
inside his mouth.

To my surprise, he steps away from the door, wrapping one
arm around my back to keep me supported. He sinks down onto the edge of his bed
so that I'm sitting on top of him. I unlock my ankles and move my legs so that
I'm kneeling on the mattress. I rise up onto my knees as he leans back on his
hands, getting used to the feeling of riding him. I reach my arms back,
bringing my hands to the top of his thighs as I slide down him, feeling him
stretching me open.

He's hitting me in all the right places and I begin to move
faster and faster. I keep my eyes open, watching as his mouth drops open and
his jaw clenches. I love seeing that I'm pushing him right to the edge even as
an orgasm is quickly building inside of me. His hips begin to pick up off the
bed, slamming into me as I sink down. The extra power is just what I need, and
I feel myself explode on top of him just as he begins to cry out. I keep rising
up and down as I come, feeling how slick I am inside. He pulls me tight against
him, resting his head between my breasts, as we both take deep, gasping
breaths.

But he's not done yet. I feel his hands creep up to my bra
strap, unhooking it and sliding it down my arms. Even though I'm exhausted, I
lean back and lift up my arms so he can slide it all the way off. He tosses it
onto a nearby chair then sighs and runs his fingers down my neck, across my
clavicle, then down my shoulders.

“I missed you,” he murmurs kissing me softly in the middle
of my chest. I bend my head down and kiss his hairline, then reach down and tug
at his shirt. He obediently lifts his arms up so I can slide it off.

“Mm,” I mutter as I lean forward against him, relishing the
skin-to-skin contact. Suddenly I feel him lift me up and turn me around,
depositing me with my back on the bed. He reaches down to hold the condom on as
he pulls out of me, grabbing a tissue from his side table and finally kicking
his pants and underwear all the way off.

He slides back next to me on the bed as I glance around his
room. It's neat in here, as I'd expect, except for floor-to-ceiling shelves
next to his metal desk that are overflowing with textbooks.

“Had to have them put in,” he says, seeing me looking at
them. “But I'll give you the tour later.” I feel his hand slide over my hips,
pulling me toward him. That hand slowly inches down as his tongue slides
against mine, now working slowly, his urgency gone. He groans as he feels the
wetness between my legs and slides one finger inside me. His thumb just grazes
my clit and I gasp, pressing back against him. “Do I still get to order you
around in bed?”

“Yes, please,” I whimper, closing my eyes as he begins to
circle his thumb.

“Good,” he murmurs, and his fingers pull away, but are
immediately replaced by his mouth. I moan as he takes a long lick of me,
pulling my legs apart and repositioning his body between them. He holds my
knees out wide, opening me to him completely. His tongue moves down to my
opening, darting in and out of me—such a different sensation than his fingers
or his cock. As he moves up again to my clit, flicking his tongue mercilessly
back and forth across it, I feel another orgasm begin to pool deep in my belly.

“Wait, wait, come here,” I say, touching his hand on my
knee. “I want to taste you, too.” He looks up at me with a grin, and sits up. I
press my legs together and he works his way up my body on his knees. I pin my
arms to my sides as he comes up and kneels on either side of my shoulders. I
pick up my head and he takes his hard cock in his hand, placing it between my
lips. I can taste the latex of the condom we just used, mixed with both of our
own scents.

“Fuck, Brynn,” he growls as he slowly presses his hips
forward until his cock hits the back of my throat. He begins to move a little
faster, but he's careful not to overwhelm me, knowing that I'm completely
helpless under him. I keep my eyes on his face as sweat begins to break out on
his brow and his neck muscles tense. With a groan, he pulls out of my mouth.
“Turn over,” he orders me as he swings one leg over me so that I can follow his
command.

I obey, feeling my breasts squish against the plain blue
comforter. I hear the rip of another condom and a moment later he lies down on
top of me, sweeping my hair off the back of my neck as he does so. I feel his
breath on my ear as his cock pushes inside me. I'm so wet and he drives deep
inside—maybe it's the position, but I don't know if I've ever felt him so deep
before. He pulls out and moves back in slowly, eliciting a long cry from me. I
feel tears spring to my eyes at the intensity of the sensation.

“Squeeze your legs together,” he whispers. I inch them
together, feeling my muscles clench even more tightly around his dick. His legs
are on either side of me now, and I can feel that he has more traction as he
thrusts in harder now. His tongue finds my ear and my body begins to shake as
his tongue flicks inside me. I hear myself begin to moan as though it's coming
from someone else, though I also feel completely at one with my body and his.
“Yes, yes, fuck,” he grunts on top of me. “Come with me, come with me!”

I have no choice but to obey again, unraveling beneath him
as he releases himself inside me. After a few final strokes, I feel him let go
of his weight, relaxing on top of me. His nose nuzzles into the side of my
cheek, his lips just finding the edge of my mouth to give me a kiss.

“You know what the best part is?” he whispers.

“Mm?” I murmur back, my tired brain unable to follow his
train of thought.

“You can stay the night.”

EPILOGUE

“Man, I'm glad this place has central air,” I say, setting
down the last of the boxes in our new apartment. I'm sweating even with it on,
and use the bottom of my t-shirt to wipe my forehead.

“Yeah, I thought Boston was supposed to be cooler than
Virginia,” Nate says, shaking his head with a smile as he hoists a box onto the
counter as though it weighed nothing, though I know for a fact it has our heavy
dishes in it.

We flew up here for a weekend last month to find an
apartment, and were quite lucky that this Charlestown two-bedroom was just our
third stop. The realtor described the neighborhood as “up-and-coming,” and Nate
loved the cozy feel and exposed brick. Neither of us start our jobs in town for
another week, but I'm glad we came early. We have all the unpacking to do, we
still need a lot of furniture…

“Are you going to get tired of me?” Nate asks, walking over
and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Living together, you mean? Absolutely. Are you going to get
sick of me?”

“Absolutely,” he says, nodding seriously, then he grins. “I
love you.”

“I love you, too,” I reply as he leans in to kiss me. Once
such a big deal for him to say, Nate now tells me he loves me regularly. I
squirm happily as his tongue darts quickly against mine. A year later, and his
kisses still make me weak in the knees. “What's that box?” I ask as he releases
me and I glance over his shoulder.

“Which?” he asks, looking around.

“There,” I say, pointing to a medium-sized box sitting where
we plan to put the couch, when we get one.

“Dunno,” he says with a shrug. “Clothes?”

“Mm, no, I don't think so,” I reply, walking over to it and
picking it up. “It's really light.” I shake it and can just hear the crinkling
of paper. “That's weird.” I set it back down on the floor and kneel next to it,
scratching at the corner of the packing tape sealing it shut. I finally get
enough up to get my finger under it, and pull it across the boxes flaps. Nick
comes to stand near me as I pull it open. “I really don't remember packing this
one, but maybe I'm going crazy.”

It has been an eventful week. We graduated last weekend, and
played host to both of our moms, and then just a few days later we were driving
up to Boston. We both managed to secure jobs here, Nate with a historical
society, and me in the research side of a non-profit. I pull the brown packing
paper out of the box, piling it on the floor next to me.

“Oh dear, did I pack an empty box?” I ask, just as my
fingers close around a much smaller box at the bottom of the larger one. “What's…”
my eyes widen as I realize I'm holding a jewelry box. I glance up at Nate,
who's grinning at me. He kneels down onto the hardwood floor next to me. “Oh my
god,” I murmur, as he takes the small box out of my hands. Of course we've
discussed marriage, but I didn't think he would propose so soon.

“Brynn,” he whispers, “I've come alive since I met you. My
world before you came into it was cold and dark, and then you showed up and
brought light into it. Every day, I find a new reason to fall more in love with
you. I know we're still young, but I want so much to have the honor of calling
you my wife. Will you marry me?” he asks, opening the box. I stare at the
simple, beautiful diamond ring sitting in the middle of the red velvet box as
my eyes fill with tears.

“Yes, yes, of course I'll marry you,” I gasp, wrapping my
arms around his neck and covering him with kisses. He laughs joyously and lifts
me off the ground with his free arm.

“Here, try it on,” he finally says. “I measured your ring
finger while you were sleeping.”

“Sneaky!” I tease him as he slips the ring on my hand. “It's
a perfect fit,” I say, holding it toward the nearest window so the light
catches it.

“Should we call your mom?” he asks, wrapping his arms back
around my waist.

“Let's wait until tomorrow. For today, only you and I will
know.”

“Only you,” he echoes, pressing his forehead against mine.
“Only you.”

THE END

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