Stepbrother WHOA! (The Stepbrother Romance Series #5) (7 page)

I kept crying until I was too exhausted to cry
anymore and then just laid in bed, listening to my music. Cold numbness crept
through my veins and all I wanted to do was sleep, but I was too worked up
still to manage it. I wanted to be alone and I wanted to be able to stop
thinking about what an enormous
clusterfuck
the whole
situation was. I realized that it was entirely possible that Bob was vindictive
enough to cut Jaxon off, and to make Mom cut me off. It wouldn’t be impossible
to keep going to classes and finish our degrees—especially Jaxon, who was an
upperclassman. But it would make things harder.

I started imagining the worst possible scenarios:
Jaxon and me on the street, both of us struggling to make ends meet with the
kinds of jobs that college kids were able to get, losing the chance to compete
because working and studying full time made it impossible to practice. We’d be
able to get through it but I couldn’t help but think that Jaxon would hate me
for it in spite of the fact that he really would be better off without Bob. I
could have held back. I could have just told him he was miserable and spiteful.
Or I could have left when Jaxon had. Instead I had let myself get consumed with
anger and rage and gave Bob everything he had ever dealt to either Jaxon or me
and then some. I had been so happy to see the pure shock on his face that
someone was actually standing up to him. I had enjoyed thinking that maybe, for
one second, he might feel the same pain that Jaxon had felt every time he
humiliated him.

I realized as one album on my playlist transitioned
to another that I had been crying in my bed for the better part of an hour. I
shook my head at myself. All my muscles felt stiff, and I wanted a long, hot
shower, a snack, and to just curl up in bed and forget that the second part of
the day had happened at all. If I could just remember all of the good stuff and
nothing else—nothing from the point where Jaxon and I had been making out by
the stands—I could possibly be happy. I rubbed at my face; the salt from my
tears made my cheeks feel itchy and stiff, and I hated the fact that I’d been
crying so much. I was not a crying girl. I was an ass-kicking girl. I was the
girl who showed up at the frat party and drank everyone under the table, the
one who got sick air and sometimes landed wrong but always bounced back.

I was psyching myself up to get out of bed and take
the shower I wanted so badly when I heard a knock at my door. I groaned into my
pillow. On the long list of people who might be at my door, there was only one
name on the list I actually wanted to see. It could have been someone from Phi
Kappa, it could have been my mom, or Bob, or one of my roommates; I hated the
thought of being around any of them. I decided that I was going to pretend to
be asleep with my stereo on and just ignore whoever it was—it wasn’t likely to
be the one person I wanted it to be, anyway.

There was another knock and I almost stirred myself
to tell the person—whoever it was—to go the hell away. I didn’t want to talk, I
was exhausted and all I wanted to do was be alone to wallow in my misery and
get some sleep. “Mia? I know you’re in there you never leave your stereo on and
you can’t be asleep.” My heart started beating faster—I recognized the voice.
It was Jaxon.

“
Jax
?” I called out
through the door, turning over in my bed. It was too good to be true; but maybe
he was coming to break up with me. Maybe he had finally had the last straw and
was ready to end things. Maybe Bob had called and told him it was either break
things off or be disowned. I wouldn’t blame him if that was the case. Even if
Jaxon hated Bob, Bob was paying the bills. It would be hard not to give in.

“Mia, I got some great news!” I sat up in bed.
Jaxon’s voice sounded surprisingly cheerful. I climbed down off of my bed and
rushed to the door. I pulled the door open all at once, still shaking but full
of more hope than I would have thought possible.

“News? What? What happened, Jaxon?” Jaxon grinned at
me and closed the door behind him, closing the distance between us and wrapping
his arms around me. He kissed me hungrily, his hands wandering over my body,
caressing and teasing me for a long moment until I couldn’t think about
anything but how happy I was to be in his arms again.

“First things first, I’m really glad you got back
okay—how did you do that, anyway?” I laughed and told Jaxon about hitching a
ride with one of the other competitors. Jaxon grinned and lifted me up into the
bed, kissing me once more. He broke away and laughed, taking a deep breath and
shaking his head.

“God, Mia, I don’t know what you did, but it was
totally brilliant.”

“What do you mean?” I thought of the showdown
between Bob and me—it had been anything but brilliant, as far as I could see.
Jaxon laughed again.

“Dad called me a little while ago.” I cringed. That
had to have gone badly. “Seriously—it was great.”

“What did I do?” I asked as Jaxon kissed along my
neck.

“I have no idea. But Dad was like a totally
different person. He apologized for how terrible he’d been to me over the last
several years.”

“Oh god, really?” I was shocked. Bob had actually
apologized? I couldn’t help smiling.

“Yeah! It was weird. It was totally bizarre. He said
he realized that he’d been acting like an asshole, and that if he didn’t fix
things with me he had no hope of ever being happy with anyone.” Jaxon hesitated
a moment, shaking his head. “He also thanked me for not killing him.” I pressed
my lips together to keep from laughing again. Apparently my words had hit Bob
the right way. “The best part is that he said all he wanted was for me to be
happy.”

“Really?” I could tell that Jaxon was building up to
something. “That’s awesome.” Jaxon gave my hands a squeeze.

“He told me that if being with you was what made me
happy, I should keep seeing you. Also that you were way too good for me—and
that if I was capable of making you happy, I’d better keep it up.” Jaxon leaned
in and kissed me hungrily. His hands began to wander over my body slowly,
touching me everywhere, and I could tell that for him at least, the news had
been inspirational.

The fact that Bob was encouraging Jaxon to date
me—that somehow I had gotten through to him and he actually realized that what
I had said, in spite of how awfully I had said it, was at least a little
right—was amazing. In a million years I would never have expected that outcome.
I would have thought that he was going to be the same way forever—that Jaxon
and I would have to find a way to be together without having any contact with
our parents. But instead, we could really, truly be together.

“Well I guess you’re going to have to keep me happy
then,” I told Jaxon, grinning. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled
him up onto the bed with me.

“Oh I will keep you happy,” Jaxon said, kissing me
again. He cupped my breasts in his hands and gave them a squeeze, teasing my
nipples through the fabric of my clothes. I moaned against Jaxon’s lips,
pushing my hips down to meet his. He started to rock up against me, and I felt
his cock hardening in his pants, rubbing up against me. I was getting wetter and
wetter by the moment as Jaxon’s hands wandered over me slowly. He teased me all
over, nipping and nibbling along the column of my throat, then back up to my
lips.

Jaxon found the zipper on my hoodie and pulled it
down, quickly tugging the thick fabric down over my arms and tossing it aside.
He began to unbutton the shirt I was wearing underneath immediately, and I
reached out to tug the big, heavy sweater he was wearing for the weather up
along his back and over his head. Jaxon guided my shirt down over my shoulders
and away from my body; he buried his face against my breasts, nuzzling. “God,
Mia—you have no idea. I felt so bad when I ran away like that but I just
couldn’t take it.” Jaxon pulled the cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts,
and he found first one nipple and then the other with his lips, sucking and
licking. I moaned out, throwing my head back, threading my fingers in his hair
as he teased me with his mouth. Jolts of hot pleasure shot through me,
seemingly right to my pussy, making me hotter and wetter.

Jaxon’s clothes and mine fell away and we were
rubbing all against each other, touching and teasing each other. His mouth
wandered all over my body, and mine over his; I kissed, licked, nibbled
everywhere my mouth could reach as we tumbled over and over in bed, pressing
and rubbing against each other. Jaxon kissed me over and over as his hands
wandered over my body. I kneaded his back and shoulders, loving the feeling of
his skin against mine, the tightness of his muscles.

Jaxon slipped his hands down along my body, between
my legs, and I shivered as he touched along the slick folds of my pussy. I
pushed down to meet his touch; Jaxon teased me with a feather-light touch for a
long moment before he pressed into me, rubbing and stroking up and down slowly.
He barely missed my clit, dipping between my inner labia. He brought his
fingers up gradually, teasingly lingering just under my clit, moving up and
down, working me. I was twisting and writhing underneath him, pushing my hips
down to get better contact. I moaned, grabbing at Jaxon’s shoulders, his head.

Finally he began to stroke my clit, up and down, in
tight little circles that sent electric jolts of pleasure through my body.
“God, you’re so hot,” Jaxon murmured in my ear, rubbing his hard cock against
me. I felt myself soaking his fingers as I got more and more turned on. “I
never want to stop touching you.” Jaxon let two of his fingers move down to my
inner labia, rubbing and stroking slowly as his thumb worked my clit. He slid
his fingers inside of me slowly, sinking in past the initial resistance of my
body. His fingers moved deeper and deeper inside of me as his thumb rubbed my
clit constantly and I was more and more turned on, wetter and hotter.

My whole body tingled, and I felt myself burning up.
I twisted and writhed, my hips moving in time to Jaxon’s touch. I gasped as his
fingers pressed against something deep inside, along my inner walls. It felt so
good—and every time we’d ever had sex, I’d thought I’d never felt anything so
good. Every time Jaxon touched me, it was like it was happening for the first
time. Jaxon rubbed my clit harder, his fingers working away inside of me as I
moved underneath him. “God—god, Jaxon—so good,” I couldn’t think—I was so
turned on, my nerves crackling with electric sensation.

Jaxon brought me to the edge of orgasm over and over
again, teasing me until I was sure I couldn’t take any more. He kissed me
hungrily and then began to trail his lips down along my neck, to my
collarbones. He nibbled, licked, nipped at my sensitive skin until I was
moaning, arching into his mouth, down onto his hand. He moved down along my
body slowly, lingering at my breasts. I cried out as he sucked and licked my
nipples, each one in turn. I couldn’t hold back anymore; I almost shrieked as
the first wave shot through me, rocking every nerve in my body.

Jaxon kept working me even as wave after wave of
sensation washed through me, making me pitch and arch off of the bed. He didn’t
even slow down until the spasms of pleasure began to abate; he was kissing and
nibbling everywhere until I almost had to beg him to stop, my body too
sensitive. Jaxon held me tightly as I shivered in the aftermath, panting and
gasping for breath. “How’s that for keeping you happy?” he murmured, nuzzling into
my neck as he held me. I laughed, breathless and still so full of pleasure I
couldn’t quite bring myself to speak for a moment.

“Okay, yeah, if you’re going to do that every day,
I’m totally fine with staying with you.” Jaxon kissed me eagerly, caressing me
all over. I slowly caught my breath, shivering and trembling.

“I am going to make you happy all over the place.”
Jaxon rocked his hips against me steadily, and I could feel the heat and
hardness of his cock pressed against me.

“Well I should make you happy too,” I said. I
reached down, my hand still a little shaky. I wrapped my hand around his hot,
hard cock and began to stroke him slowly, working him. It was far from the
first time, but I felt like it was different somehow—like the freedom to
actually openly be with him made it both more comforting and both exciting at
the same time. Jaxon groaned as I worked him in my hand, rubbing the tip of his
cock with my thumb even as I moved my fingers up and down. I loved the way he
felt, loved the way his cock started to leak
precum
over my hand.

“Fuck,” Jaxon said in the middle of a moan. I
tumbled him down onto the bed, onto his back, and I began to kiss along his
neck and throat, past his collarbones, down his chest. I nipped and nibbled,
licked and sucked, while Jaxon moaned and writhed, his head tilting back as I
slowly worked my way along the length of his torso. I nuzzled against his hip,
nipping sharply at the skin just above the crease I loved so much there before
I brought my mouth down onto his cock.

I licked at the fluids that had begun to flow,
sucking him into my mouth. Jaxon’s eyes closed and he threaded his fingers in
my hair, tugging slightly, caressing my scalp as I took more and more of him
in. He tasted good—he felt amazing between my lips. Knowing that I could have
him more or less anytime I wanted, that I didn’t even have to worry about my
mom or his dad finding out made it a million times hotter. I felt Jaxon getting
more and more turned on, his body getting tenser, his cock beginning to twitch.
I knew that if I kept it up I could make him come, and I wanted to taste him,
wanted to give him exactly the level of pleasure he’d given me.