Stepbrother's Gift (26 page)

I laughed. He turned to me with a smile. “How about you? Is anything bothering you?”

I thought about Nicole. I thought about Tessa. I thought about what our parents would think if they found out we slept together. I thought about my grades at school in New York. I thought about how I could keep James. But most of all, I thought about the baby that was, as we stood here messing around in his studio, growing inside of me.

Yeah, a whole hell of a lot was bothering me.

James spoke up before I had a chance to say anything. “I can tell you've got a lot on your mind. Play how it feels.”

I laughed, then tried to put my fingers on the same strings that he had. Then, I tried to play it as he had, with his fingers. Barely any sound came out, even through the amp. He laughed and grabbed a pick from a box. “Here, use this.”

I did a few strokes, pretty gentle at first. James shook his head. “Come on, Allie. Tell me how you really feel.”

I didn't need to be berated by him. I began playing it at random, moving my fingers on the fret and violently strumming. Soon, I was actually making different sounds. Even though they were just random, I seemed to feel better with every note I played. When I realized he was still looking at me, I stopped.

He did a slow clap. “That's the kind of raw emotion we need when we play.” He crossed the distance to me in a moment.

“Just when you play guitar, or everything?” I asked. “You seem to put all of yourself into everything you do.”

I stared into his eyes, losing myself to them for the moment. There was so much in those eyes that I loved, and yet so much that had me apprehensive. I knew so little about the man that was my brother. But, apparently he was falling hard for me.

“It's kind of just how I am,” he said quietly. “All or nothing.”

I moved forward and pressed my lips to him. I loved the way he tasted, the way he felt under my lips. His chin bore a light stubble that scratched me, but if anything, it only heightened my awareness of him. I wanted to touch every inch of him. To taste every inch of him.

His hand moved to my hair and he pulled hard, forcing me to fall further into him as he took control of the kiss. I snaked my own fingers up his chest, up his neck, to his hair and grabbed as well, pulling just as hard.

His free hand went up the back of my sweater, touching bare skin. His fingers splayed out as if he wanted to touch as much of my skin as possible. I loved the way his hand felt on my back, pushing me into him. As much as I tried to fight it, I loved having him in control in the bedroom.

“You drive me crazy,” he whispered, his words melting into my mouth. “I don't know how you do it, but you do.”

His tongue stroked mine, confident and sure. I moaned slightly, wanting to press my body into his, but there was a guitar in the way. I was surprised we had even been kissing this long with the beautiful instrument between us.

“Help me get this off,” I said, pulling the strap over my head, and fighting with my own limbs in my haste.

“Oh, I'll get you off,” he teased, gently taking the instrument from me. He managed to hold onto it like it wasn't an awkward shape or size. With practiced care, he set it down next to the amp and looked up at me. His eyes were dark and heated and his hair messy from my fingers. Just looking at him like that was foreplay for me.

Without the guitar in the way, he kissed me again. Slower this time, more controlled. I bit at his lower lip, but he easily took the lead of the kiss again, guiding me to where he wanted. I arched into him, my body easily contouring to his.

He reached down, lips still on mine, and undid the button to my jeans. The zipper was next and with a little help, I was soon shimmying out of my jeans. I arched my hips into him, feeling his erection press against my thin panties.

Together, we melted to the floor, still locked together in a slow and sensual kiss. As I slid downward, his hand caught my sweater and pulled up, leaving me with only my bra and panties. James licked his lips like I was the most delicious thing he had ever seen.

Lowering his head, he kissed the tops of my breasts. My head dropped back, loving the way his slight stubble tickled the sensitive skin. I wanted to be marked by his kisses. I put my hands in his hair, loving the silky feeling running through my fingers.

“Here,” he said after a moment, handing me the guitar. “I'm going to teach you how to play.”

“You're going to teach me how to play the guitar now?” I asked. He chuckled, putting me between his legs on the floor and positioning the guitar in my lap. “Now?” I asked again, wiggling my ass against the erection firmly pressed into my backside.

“Shush,” he said firmly, putting his hands over mine and placing them in the correct positions on the guitar. I let him do it, happy to be wrapped up in his arms and legs. I loved how he was warm and hard in all the right places.

“This is a C-Major chord,” he whispered in my ear, pressing my fingers down on the frets and strumming the strings with my hand. The sound came out clear and clean when he helped me. “This one is A-major...”

I strummed this time, shivering with delight. His whisper was hot on my neck and every inch of our skin was touching down the length of my spine. I could feel his excitement pressing hard, seeking entrance.

“Strum from the wrist, not the elbow,” he chastised gently, mimicking a wrist-only motion.

“Looks like something else to me,” I teased, making a circle with my fingers and stroking an imaginary erection using my wrist and not my elbow.

“Shh, we're learning guitar,” he replied, but he pressed his hard length into me at the same time. “Now, for a song. You strum and I'll work the frets.”

He moved his hands under mine so that he was now playing while my hands followed his. He played a simple melody, one I didn't recognize and was far to complex for me to play by myself, but it sounded sexy as hell.

As he worked the strings, I could help but to imagine him working my body the same way. It was difficult to wiggle and search for release as he worked his magic. I could understand why guitarists seemed to always get the girls. This trick would work every time on me.

“Did you write that?” I asked as his fingers slowed. I felt him nod and press a kiss to my bare shoulder. “It was beautiful.”

“I'm glad you liked it,” he said, planting another kiss.

“How do you do this all the time?” I asked, pulling my fingers from the guitar. The pads of my fingers were already turning red just from our short lesson. I wished I had used a guitar pick now.

“Practice,” he said softly, bringing the offended hand up to his mouth and kissing the abused pad of each finger. When he finished kissing, he put my finger in his mouth and sucked, letting his tongue show me the magic his mouth could work.

I turned, taking my hand from him and replacing it with my lips. He tasted sweet and perfect as he teased my lower lip with his tongue.

His hand glided away from the guitar, leaving me to hold it as he slid his hand underneath it and up against my stomach. Emotions rolled through me at the tender touch. Growing right below his unknowing fingers was our child. His child. I still wasn't sure how to tell him, but right now was definitely not the right time.

I carefully set the guitar to the side so I could kiss him better, twisting as I did so. His hand went to my neck and he let out a happy sigh.

“Lay back,” he commanded, his voice gentle but firm. It was easy to lay back as his strong arms guided me down to the floor. I lay on the floor wearing only my bra and soaked with lust panties. My breasts heaved in the bra cups as I lay panting, waiting for more.

James knelt beside me, tenting his pajama pants like a circus tent. I loved looking up and knowing that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He dropped his pants, kicking them to the side so he was naked in all his masculine glory. He was impressive and sexy as hell. If my panties hadn't already been soaked through with desire, just seeing him like that above me would have done it. There wasn't a straight woman in the world who wouldn't have responded the same.

He moved to my feet, gazing up at me with dark, lust-filled eyes. I bit my lip and he grinned his trademarked cocky half-grin. Leaning forward, he kissed the tops of my feet and began working his way up, alternating legs as he kissed. I arched my back, loving the sensation yet fighting to remain still enough for him to continue up my to my knees, up to my thighs...

My legs opened instinctively as he reached my hips. He kissed me through the fabric of my panties, smiling at what he found there. With his eyes glued to mine, he hooked his fingers around the sides of the scrap of fabric covering me and pulled. I lifted my hips and suddenly my panties were gone.

He kissed my belly, laving his tongue against my bellybutton. Butterflies danced through me. Did he know? No, that was silly. I was barely even sure. Still, his lips so close to the life we created sent electricity shooting through every nerve with delight.

His mouth continued his kisses up to my breasts, where he pushed the fabric down and latched onto one with his mouth. Teeth and tongue pulled and played with the pink flesh, teasing it into hardness as his hand searched south. His fingers spread the V at the top of my legs and I started to tremble. Nimble fingers began to strum me like a guitar.

His calloused fingers felt amazing against the swollen and sensitive flesh. The beginnings of a climax crawled up my spine, heavy throb by heavy throb of pleasure, as white hot flames of ecstasy started to ripple across my skin. His every touch released a molten heat that could only be quenched by him.

I barely noticed as he moved his body over mine, my mind so lost to the pleasure building to explosion. He placed the smooth head of his cock right at my entrance and pushed. His cock inside of me, strong and hard as steel but smooth as velvet drove me over the edge. My world dissolved into tiny pieces of light that flickered and shimmered in my mind as he slowly eased into my body against the contractions of my orgasm.

“Allie,” he whispered reverently. I clung to him, fingers digging into the tight muscles of his back. Any harder and I would draw blood, but I didn't care. I wanted every inch of him as deep inside of me as I could possibly manage.

He took me rough and hard as my body relaxed. He plowed into me, using my body for his pleasure. I loved it, and let him use me to his heart's content. For every stroke of pleasure I gave, I got one in return. Knowing that I was driving him crazy was more than enough to start me on a second climb to orgasm.

Hard and fast, his hips bucked and slammed into my body. I cried out his name, my voice harsh in my own ears with guttural pleasure. My breath came hard and fast. Without warning, he pinned me to him and rolled, putting me on top.

I grinned down at him, loving the way his eyes roved over my body and his pupils dilated at the sight. His hands went to my bra and deftly unfastened it before tossing it to the side. I vaguely heard it thunk against the guitar, but my mind was far from music.

His fingers kneaded into my flesh, grabbing and desperate for more. He pinched at the nipples, making them hard and sending tiny lightning bolts of pleasure shooting down my spine. I concentrated on using my leg muscles to bounce and ride him like a wild stallion.

I knew my dark hair was going wild as he bucked beneath me, thrusting upward and making me cry out with every stroke of pleasure. His eyes rolled back in his head and he relaxed back on the floor for a moment as he just enjoyed the sensation of my body pleasuring his. I loved being in control. My billionaire stepbrother was currently at my mercy.

“Allie...” A whisper of warning, of need about to be fulfilled.

“Yes,” I gasped, feeling him starting to swell. “Please...”

I redoubled my efforts and increased my speed. Every muscle I possessed tightened and clenched, urging him to come inside of me. His thrusts became irregular and more urgent as his hands tightened on my hips in a desperate attempt to control me and give him release.

His cock grew within me, almost to the point of pain. I was so close myself, that I just needed a little bit more and I would crash with him. Suddenly, he reached up to my neck and pulled me down closer to him. Black spots started to fill my vision as James roared out my name. My own voice cried out as I followed him into the abyss of pleasure we had created.

My pussy clenched down as I matched him, thrust for thrust. As I felt his seed shoot into me, I practically screamed. I felt my face flush as he continued to pump within me, shooting his load all over my womb. I writhed on top of him, my body frantically trying to suck every cell he had to give me deeper and deeper. Even though I knew in my heart that I was already pregnant, my body ached to create as much life as he could give me.

Slowly, I collapsed down, shaky and spent from the wild ride. James' chest heaved with effort and his muscles shone with sweat. I loved that I had done that to him. I had brought him to ecstasy. We laid like that for a while, breathing hard and writhing against each other a little bit. After a few minutes, I lifted my head and looked in his eyes.

“Wow,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said.

We had already said it all. Nothing else needed to be said.

I
washed up in the bathroom. As I felt his warmness seep through my entire body, I realized with a smile that even if I wasn't pregnant already, I would be soon enough if we kept at it. My hand went to my belly and I felt a tingle run through me, realizing that I definitely wanted it.

I took my time, and James was waiting for me when I came out. He was still naked, which was just fine by me.

“Do you need to use it?” I asked.

“I used the other bathroom,” he said. “Did you eat breakfast with Anne? I'm starving.”

I shook my head. “We just had tea. Did you want to go out and get something?”

He shrugged. “I can just order something and have it brought up here.”

“Room service? But you live in an apartment building,” I said.

He rolled his eyes. “Allie, I don't know if you knew this, but I'm really rich. This is a nice apartment building for rich people. We have what is called a
'concierge'
which will take care of all of it for us.”