STEPBROTHERS (3 Book Stepbrother Romance Collection) (40 page)

I wobbled slightly, my knees buckling, and Vincent withdrew quickly. “I need to see you,” he explained as he spun me around. He sat on the stairs and encouraged me to straddle him, his hands holding me steady as they clung tightly to my waist.

Lowering myself onto him, I eased myself down slowly, the stout head of his cock slipping inside me again, and I bit my lip as I did. He filled me perfectly, more than I could ever have hoped.

Once he was fully inside, we began to move. He helped me piston up and down upon his shaft, letting my weight do the work on the downward stroke; my ass cheeks slapping noisily as they made contact with his muscled thighs, but I didn’t care—it felt too damn good to stop.

Our hands found each other, his fingers laced with mine, as we braced against each other for balance.

“Open your eyes,” he whispered. “Let me see you.”

The pressure inside me was immense, and I struggled to hear him, not to get lost in my own pleasurable world. But slowly I tilted my head down, and our wide, hungry eyes made contact. It was as if a thousand sparklers had been ignited, fizzling away inside me, tingles that were so brutal they made me feel as if I was going to come apart at the seams.

“I want to see you come. Come for me, Thea.”

The moan that escaped my lips was unlike any I’d uttered before. It was real. Full of pure unrestricted pleasure. I was right there with him, and he with me.

“Oh, god. Vincent…” I took my eyes off him for a second, watched as his cock slid into me again and a again, wanting it never to stop, knowing I’d never had sex as good as this before. It had all paled in comparison, and I was ready for the grand finale.

“Come for me,” he groaned, his cock pulsing erratically within me.

I met his eyes. The shudders announced the beginning of the end, and my legs suddenly tightened, thighs clenched around him.

“Fuck. Vincent. I’m coming, I’m coming,” I said almost surprised.

Everything melted away, all but his eyes and the sensation that I was wrapped in a cotton-like cloud; sparks of lightning hit me randomly as thunderous clouds swirled around our bodies.

Vincent bellowed a sweet groan as he watched me come undone, as if watching me was a greater pleasure than coming himself. The wonder he had in his eyes was something I’d never seen before.

His eyelids fluttered, and finally with another moan he unloaded his seed inside me. My pussy responded instinctively; my walls pulsed, whole-heartedly accepting his come.

Breathless and panting, I collapsed upon his sweaty chest. Our mingled scent was all around us, sweet and musky, and all I wanted to do experience all that we had done all over again. My tongue darted out and stole a lick of his damp pec muscle—salty and delicious, he tasted so good.

“I—” I began, trying to desperately put into words all that I’d, no we’d, experienced.

“Shh,” he whispered, still within me as he stroked my hair.

We left our dishevelled clothes discarded around the entrance and eventually found our way up the stairs and into my bedroom, giggling like idiots all the way up the steps. Vincent patted my bum appreciatively, grabbing me every chance he got as we fell onto the bed, ready for round two.

I
didn’t realise
how good sex could actually be. I was used to planting myself balls deep in a girl and blowing my load at the earliest opportunity, but fuck… with Thea, she opened my eyes, literally. There was a connection that made it all seem so incredibly out of this world. And it hadn’t just been a one-off either, as I’d feared. We were lying in her bed, ripping the covers off, and going at it again. The same rush and mind-fucking explosions happened over and over, without fail.

I couldn’t get enough of her… and not just when I had my cock in her. Thea lay in my arms, eyelids closed, a sweet, contented smile upon her dreamy lips. I could’ve stayed there all day, all week, forever perhaps, but I knew I was cutting it too close, skirting along the rim of danger. They’d be after me, and I would be a love-struck fool if I stayed and allowed myself to get caught.

Dehydrated, I eased my arm out from under Thea’s naked body, ready to search for some water. But her breasts tumbled into view. God, those tits—I could stare at, suck, and fondle those tits to my dying days, I thought.

I took a moment, admiring the view, and I tried to calm my awakening cock as I walked away to the kitchen.

Swallowing luscious amounts of water, I drained the glass and thought about my next move.
Our
next move? Would she come with me if I asked? I had to believe that she would, but could I take her away from her life and put her into untold danger?

“Vincent?” I heard her groggy voice calling my name, and the way she said it was full of panic.

I popped my head around the door to the bedroom. “Don’t worry, I’m still here.”

She smiled, visible relief on her face. Thea held out her arm. “Come back to bed,” she said sweetly, the promise of more incredible sex to come.

I slipped back under the sheets and took handfuls of her into my arms. “Did you think I was just going to leave you without saying goodbye?”

She shook her head. “You’re not going anywhere alone.”

I took that in for a moment, thinking. “You want to come with me?”

Thea nodded. “There’s nothing left for me here; you’re all I want and need.”

“Fuck, keep saying shit like that, and we won’t ever leave this bed, never mind the city!”

My hand slipped down and around her leg, exploring her inner thigh. My fingertips found her pussy, and she moaned. “How can you be so wet already?” I asked with amazement.

She leaned forward, allowing my finger to ease slowly into her pussy, breaching her entrance, and she whispered, “I’m always wet when I look at you.”

T
hea packed
her stuff surprisingly quickly—for a girl, I might add, throwing most of the items she needed haphazardly into the small bags I’d rescued from the dizzying heights above her wardrobe.

“Are you sure you want to come?” I said, slightly anxious, giving her the opportunity to back out. “I really have no plan how I’m going to survive out there… I don’t have much money.”

She shrugged and continued packing, scrunching up t-shirts and panties and squashing them into the case. She wouldn’t need those I thought, I’d make her go commando every single fucking day if she came with me.

“I have plenty of money,” she said.

Surprised, I raised my brows at her and she twitched one right back, tilting her head a little to the side, trying to wordlessly make me understand. Then it dawned on me. I hadn’t wanted to think of what she’d done to make money, but there it was, and I had to come to terms with it.

“It’s in the past,” she reassured me. “We never have to speak about it again, but it’ll help us get away, at least.”

I nodded, and tried ever so hard to stop imagining her naked body in the arms of countless other men; strangers… strangers who had their dicks in her.
Fuck,
don’t think about it.

“Want me to grab anything from the bathroom for you?” I asked, needing to calm down away from her watchful eyes.

“Nope, I think I have everything. Anything I don’t remember we can always buy.” She turned and placed her warm hands on my chest. Why was I so nervous and she so calm?

“It’s going to be OK,” she said reassuringly.

“I know. I just feel guilty dragging you along.”

“You’re not dragging me anywhere.”

She stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on my cheek, but seeing that even her soft lips weren’t enough to ease the frown lines that were present on my forehead, she asked, “Want to talk about the other elephant in the room?”

“Which one? There seem to be so many,” I replied and slung my arms low around her waist.

She took a breath as if steeling herself. “I’m not sure I thanked you properly for what you did for me. What you did to Donte.”

“You thanked me plenty last night,” I smiled, trying to lighten the mood. I didn’t want to think about it.

“Vincent. You killed a man, that means something.”

I let go of her, the feeling of claustrophobia enclosing on me, and paced across the small bedroom rug. “I know, but it wasn’t my intention. When I left him in the alley he was alive. Breathing, moving and complaining a helluva lot. He was alive, Thea.”

She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me, puzzled.

“In the alley?”

“Yeah, round the side of the hotel.”

She blinked. “Vincent, why did you come to his hotel room that night you found me?” she asked, her tone hesitant.

“To find you. I had a feeling you were going to meet him again. I turned back after beating the shit out of him. I was halfway home when I realised what I’d done could have an even greater effect on you. The last thing I wanted was for him to turn his rage onto you and hit you again.”

“So you weren’t coming back to get rid of his body?”

I stopped, my legs cemented to the floor as my mind found the end of a thread and started to pull. “No, I was coming to get you.”

She sprang from the bed and out of the room without a word. She was back a second later with something in her hand.

Thea thrust it at my chest, imploring me to look at it.

It was a day-old newspaper. A small headline on the third page read, “Man wanted in connection with hotel shooting.”

I looked from the story to her and back again, my mind whirling with possibilities.

“You didn’t shoot him, did you?”

I shook my head slowly and said quietly, “No.”

My fingers clenched into tight fists, my weapons; they hadn’t killed anyone.

“But I know who did,” I said, pulling all the threads together until a picture formed in my mind. The lies he’d told…

“Who?”

My head rocked from side to side. I should’ve seen it coming—the deceit, the empty safe, the missing gun. He’d always wanted what I had, and I’d done everything I could lately to rub it in his face… not meaning to, of course, but all the same I’d driven him to it.

“Who, Vincent?”

“Get in the car, we’re leaving.”

F
rustration ran through my veins
.

“Vincent, for hell’s sake, talk to me.”

I looked over to him from the passenger side of the car. His jaw pulsed, and I could tell he was in his very own hell right now. Betrayed by someone close to him.

Angrily he shifted gear, as if he were taking it out on the car, and our speed increased. I clung onto the seat belt that lay diagonally across my chest and grabbed the handle of the door as we went around a tight corner.

Eventually he managed to utter a few words, but he said them with such vehemence that I couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“Who?”

“It was Travis,” he said more clearly.

“Your cousin?” I gasped, trying to comprehend the implication. What would Travis want with Donte? “Are you sure? How does he fit into all of this? Did he know Donte?”

Vincent shook his head. I don’t think he heard me, distracted by his own rage. He took a left turn. I recognised the street immediately; we were heading towards the gym… probably the last place we should be going.

“Vincent, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

As if on cue sirens began to wail all around us. Over the headrest I could see an approaching police car getting closer. A second was in front and drove to block our only exit route.

“Fuck!” Vincent screamed and hit the steering wheel as he was forced to slam on the brakes or otherwise go careening into the police car.

Panic constricted my heart. The cops were out of their cars already, shouting commands at us to get out slowly.

Vincent saw the fear in my eyes and gave me one last kiss before we would be separated. “Do what they say. They shouldn’t harm you, they’re after me,” he said. “But if they do…” He left the sentence unfinished, his intentions abundantly clear that if they did hurt me he wouldn’t let them live, and I knew I had to control my panic to stop that from happening.

“But what about you?” I said, knowing this might be the very last time I could hold his hand, to touch him… to take in his heady, musky scent.

His words were confident, but his eyes were weary of the story he was trying to tell, as if he didn’t believe it himself. “I’ll be OK.”

I wrapped my arms around him, never wanting to let go, but rough hands pulled me from the vehicle, and I quickly lost sight of Vincent through a haze of tears; disoriented, I was bundled into the back of one of the police cars.

I
n the police
station I caught a momentary glimpse of Vincent, his leather jacket stripped from him as he was marched down an unknown corridor. I was about to call out when my father appeared, a disapproving frown fixed upon his face.

“Do you know how embarrassing this is for me?” he growled into my ear, out of earshot of the officers manning the front desk.

He grabbed my elbow and quickly escorted me from the building, letting me know there was no other choice but to do as he wished.

As the fresh night air hit me I regained control over my senses and limbs, and I yanked my arm free.

“What about Vincent?” I cried at my father.

“What about him?”

“Are you just going to leave him in there?” I said as we walked to my father’s waiting car.

“He’s none of my concern. He’s not my son.”

“But Daddy, he didn’t do what they are saying. You have to help him.”

“I have to do no such thing. I’ve already risked my reputation coming down here to get you. As a courtesy to me they phoned me to let me know you were in custody…” his sentence trailed off. “How could you be so stupid? I told you, Lacy and I both told you he was bad news. I warned him to stay away.”

I stopped and glared at him. “You did what?”

“I told him to stay away from you,” he confessed. “I was looking out for you. He’s not right for this family.”

“You don’t even know him,” I spat. Absolutely disgusted with my father, I could see I had made the right choice after all to leave and not look back, even though that plan had gotten a little messed up. “And you don’t know me, either.”

“I know what he’s capable of; he’s a piece of work. But you, my darling Dottie, you are too good to be around the likes of him, no matter if he is your stepbrother. Some family just can’t be trusted.”

He was wrong, so very wrong about one thing: I wasn’t good at all. If only he knew what his darling daughter really got up to in the dark hours of the night. And yet he was correct on one account. “You’re right, some family can’t be trusted!” I said and walked away from him.

“Dorothy! Dottie! Where are you going? Come back,” said my father.

“Away from you!”

T
he police wouldn’t let
me see Vincent, and every effort to persuade them that he hadn’t killed Donte fell upon deaf ears. Eventually, after hours of waiting on a cold bench, I gave up and called a taxi, a new plan forming in my mind.

I wasn’t useful to Vincent where I was, but I could be helpful in other ways. As I thought about his reaction, the pure relief on his face, when I’d shown him the newspaper, it was clear he hadn’t been the one to end Donte’s life.

Vincent hadn’t pulled the trigger. I was kicking myself for not thinking of it sooner, but at the time it had made sense. When Vincent appeared out of the lift bearing down on Donte’s penthouse apartment, I thought he was there to clean up, to get rid of the evidence. I’d assumed too much, never realising that once again he was there in an attempt to look after me, to keep me safe from harm.

And who in their right mind would stick around after murdering someone, casually going back to the scene of the crime?

God, I had been stupid… and it was because of me that he’d thought he’d killed him. I’d been the one to deliver the blow, to send his life spiralling out of control.

I waited shivering for the taxi, but the cold air was the clarity I needed. I knew exactly what I had to do to get Vincent cleared of all the charges; the true killer had to be found. It would be a risk… but it was one that I was willing to take for him. I would’ve done anything to have him free at that point, even confessing to the crime myself… but there was too much evidence stacked up against Vincent to make them think I was involved. No, I needed the killer to confess.

The taxi pulled up to the pavement, and I directed him back to my house. I needed to get changed; the jeans and t-shirt I’d been wearing when we’d planned to leave wouldn’t cut it for what I had in mind.

I cleaned up my face, quickly removing the black streaks of mascara that had stained my cheeks and re-did my makeup. It would have to be one mind-blowing performance, I thought, but I knew I could pull it off. I just needed to distract him. And I had the perfect dress for that.

The short electric blue number was subtle but had a way of leaving little to the imagination, with the darker panels around the torso that elongated and cinched in my frame, making it look like my hips were more voluptuous than they were. The neckline was deep but discreet, making men long to see more.

No man had ever resisted me in this dress, and tonight was going to be no exception.

Once I was satisfied, I took a last look in the full-length mirror.
You can do this.
I nodded to my reflection. I could do it, I thought, and made sure to grab my bag and phone before I left.

I hoped I’d find him in the first place I drove to, choosing to take my car instead of a taxi this time, in case I need to make a quick escape. But I didn’t want to think that far ahead—or how it could go wrong. Positive thinking. I had to think of Vincent…

For the second time that day I pulled onto the road that led to Vincent’s gym. It was late, but I prayed I’d catch him before he locked up. No doubt, he would be there pleased with the outcome, lording it up, delighted with the events he’d put in motion.

Thankfully I was right.

The shutters were down, but a glow around the edge of the door told me there was still life inside.

A buff member of the gym came out of the main entrance, full of smiles, endorphins running amok, and he gave me an eager side glance as I swivelled myself out of the car. Driving in heels and then climbing out of a car in a seriously short dress was no easy task, and I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. This wasn’t the man I was hoping to trap.

This was it. Game face time.

I pushed open the door and stepped over the threshold. The stink of sweat, old and new, raw masculinity at it’s strongest, hit me like a wave, almost knocking me over. But I was determined not to turn back now.

There was a low and slow whistle as a large man approached me, a work bag in one hand and a towel in the other. “You lost, love? Think you’re in the wrong place.”

I shook my head, but before I could open my mouth I was interrupted.

“Nah, she’s not lost. She’s come to see me, haven’t you, Dorothy?” Travis said from over by the squat rack. He elongated the syllables of my name, wrapping it around his tongue like he enjoyed it having it in his mouth.

But instead of showing my displeasure I turned on a bright smile, like I’d just flicked on a light switch. This was my bread and butter; this was what I’d done for the last few years of my life, telling myself I enjoyed it. But now, instead of doing it for money and the appeal of turning other men on, the stakes were much higher. The love of my life’s freedom was on the table. This would have to be the best performance I ever gave, I thought.

Travis completed his set, somewhat awkwardly with his wrist encased in a cast, all while staring at me intently, hungrily. He re-racked his bar. His jet-black hair was wet, and he was visibly pumped, muscles engorged, the intensity of his workout dripping off him.

I stood with my arms crossed, handbag in hand, pretending I was enjoying the show. Men like him want to be admired, they needed to be told how strong they are; they needed the validation.

“That looks heavy,” I said in fake awe as I nodded towards the weights.

“You betcha… but I’m sure you didn’t come here just to watch me work out. And you know I ain’t going to pay for your, how shall we say it, your pleasurable services.” Perhaps this wasn’t going to be as easy as I’d thought. “But it seems like you finally came to your senses then?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused, and he came closer. The heat from his body radiated off him.

“You’ve had enough of Vincent, and now you want to take me up on that offer, don’t you?”

I smiled at him encouragingly. “Maybe.” I nibbled on my bottom lip.

“Vincent’s been arrested, you know?”

I shrugged.

“You don’t care?” he asked surprised.

“A man like that is no good to me in jail,” I said and braved a step closer, letting him get the smell of me. “I need someone who can look after me. Who knows how to treat his woman right.”

He snorted, but I knew I had him. His eyes had barely left my body, and I could already see the bulge thicken in his silky workout shorts. “And you think I’m that guy?” he said with raised eyebrows, trying ever so desperately to play it cool.

“You know you are,” I said, my voice lowered huskily, and place my fingers on his arm. “We had a connection, you and I. I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I confessed.

“Is that so?” Travis reached out a hand and smoothed it over the curve of my waist, then down over my rump. I wanted to jump back and brush him off me, to get away from his sweaty limbs, but I knew I needed to see this out, and I did the opposite to what my heart was telling me to do.

“I regret not taking up that offer… should’ve let you take me right there and then on the kitchen table.”

He groaned at the thought, and I was thoroughly pleased with the reaction I was getting.

“If only I’d known then what I knew now.”

I pulled at his waistband, the promise of my fingers ever near to his hard cock keeping him rigid on the spot, not daring to move away from me for fear I’d drop my hand and not give him what he so desired.

“Huh?” he asked. His brain was probably on overdrive, distracted, and all it could summon was the one-syllable question.

“It was you after all that I have to thank properly, isn’t it?”

He frowned, still not understand where I was leading him.

“Donte,” I said and slipped a hand into his shorts. “You took care of him, didn’t you? My knight in shining armour.”

His mouth opened slightly like he was trying to decide if he should tell me. He seemed apprehensive, on the ropes, but not quite ready yet.

I leaned in closer, my body, my breasts pressing up against his hard, bare chest. Inches away from his ear, I whispered, “I’m not wearing any knickers.”

It took a second for him to register the words, but as soon as he did he groaned then grabbed me with both hands and propelled me backwards, fast.

The backs of my legs hit a low bench. Eager now he was exploring my body, roaming over my ass, gathering the fabric of my dress up into his greedy fingers. I gritted my teeth and let him continue, his skin touching and spreading my cheeks from behind.

I fondled the front of his shorts again, needing to stroke his ego. “I need a man; a real man. And you’ve already proven you can protect me.”

He nodded, fingers probing further. “Just thinking about what you did makes me hot, makes me want to touch myself.” My hands left his body and took handfuls of my breasts, squeezing them up so he could see.

He wetted his lips and reached an eager hand inside his shorts to readjust himself.

A sultry glance at him through kohled eyes told him I wanted him. “Tell me what you did to Donte. I want to hear everything.”

I revealed a nipple, now peeking out from the top of my neckline, to him and gave it another squeeze.

“Fuck, Dottie. Do that again, and I’ll tell you everything.”

My fingers pinched again, and his head bowed to claim it in his mouth. With his head bowed, his lips on me, I closed my eyes not wanting to see—not wanting to be here. Vincent’s face came into my mind, and my strength was renewed.

Eager for it to be over with, for him to finally spill the beans, I grabbed for his cock through his shorts and gave it a firm tug. “Tell me, and I’ll let you put it in me… any hole you want.”