Surge : A Stepbrother Romance (12 page)

Chapter 22 Samantha
– Family Brawl  

“
Can
we help you?”

        The look on Mick’s face is one of
astonishment. I know what he’s thinking, and part of me wants to let him suffer
a while before I tell him. Mick has been such an asshole to me lately it’s a
tempting thought.

        “Who the fuck is this guy?!”

        “Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you?”

        Before I can stop it, the boys erupt into a
shoving match. My brother shoves Mick back hard, knocking him to the floor. Mick
scampers up on his bum leg just in time to get punched right in the face.

        “Mick!” I lunge down to the ground and hold
onto him. Mick tries hard to shrug me off.

        “He’s my cousin. You guys just haven’t met
before. Mick, this is Greg.”

        Mick’s face reddens. “Oh, shit. Sorry. I
didn’t know who he was. I thought…”

        Greg shakes his head. “Nah, it’s my fault,
Mick. Come in, please.”

        I rush to the kitchen to get Mick some ice for
his nose as Greg stands watch, obviously feeling quite badly. Greg has been a
little overprotective of me since he heard about my latest run-in with John.

        “Greg, why don’t you head off to bed? I’m okay.”

        “No problem,” he says, giving Mick an
apologetic nod as he shuts the door and pads down the hall.

        I turn to my stepbrother. “Mick, what are you
doing here? I didn’t expect you to come.”

        “I know, Sam, but I had to see you. I had to
let you know how I feel. Sam, you are an amazing woman, and there is nothing
that I want more then to spend time with you and get to know you. The last few
months have been very hard on me, and I have done nothing to consider your
feelings. I think I love you, Sam. In fact, I’m sure of it.”

        My eyes water. “Oh, Mick…”

        I rush in for a kiss, and he is only too happy
to meet my lips. His breath falls heavy on my ears as the two of us get caught
up in the moment. He clutches and grabbed at every part of me, so feverish it
feels like he has more than just two hands. We’re not worried about Greg coming
back into the room. This is passion at its most raw.

        Flinging off my robe, I watch as Mick flings his
shirt off, exposing his masculine frame. He then picks me up and throws me onto
the kitchen table with a thump. Mick tugs and pulls at my panties, slowly and
methodically. Now positioned between my legs, he drags a chair up like he’s at
a buffet and dives headlong into my most private of areas.

Mick twirls his tongue,
teasing my clit with the tip. With his left hand, he pushes open my flower,
thrusting his tongue deeper inside me. He slowly manipulates my clit with his
fingers, alternating between using them and his tongue. Then he sucks on my
clit while shoving his fingers inside me. I cover my mouth to prevent myself
from moaning too loud, but the sensation is almost too much to bear.

        Mick slides his hands up my sides, slowly
working his way to my breasts. Every part of me aches for him. Every inch of me
tingles under his touch. He grabs my breasts ferociously and starts to squeeze
and pull. My body is on fire. I moan while shoving my hips up to his mouth. Then,
just like that, he’s gone.

        I open my eyes to see where he is. Mick is pulling
down his shorts, revealing his magnificent frame. His cock is ready and stands at
attention for me. I love the look of his cock. It always stands so hard and so
proud. Mick doesn’t have any hair on his cock at all, which makes it look even
better.

Mick slides the chair
away with his foot right before he enters me, and reaching behind him, I pull
him in closer to get every inch. Mick places his arms on either side of my body
and starts pumping into me even faster. He leans down and began to kiss me, as
I feel the fire burgeoning in my core. I am so close to climax, but I don’t
want the feeling to stop. Now I am past the point of no return. As he kisses me,
I come hard with his lips on mine.

        Mick continues to pump into me as I wrap my
arms around him. It feels so good to have him inside me. As I let go, the impulse
comes upon me to grab his nipples. His face immediately changes expressions as
he starts to shake violently, coming deep inside me. Mick collapses on top of
me, breathing heavily. I stroke his back for a minute until he stands up.

        “Stay with me tonight, Mick.”

        He smiles. “I would like nothing more.”

        I lead Mick by the hand to my room, and as we
lay down to sleep, I realize that tomorrow I’m having my first ultrasound. Mick
and I have not spoken about the prospect of a child between us, and I’m unsure
whether he’s happy, sad, or even interested at all. One thing’s for sure: I have
to tell him. I have to let him know and at least give him the opportunity to
come and see his baby.

        I fall asleep with some difficulty that night,
thinking very heavily about the conversation I will have to have with Mick in
the morning.

***

        “Sam. Sam, wake up.”

        “What is it, Mick?”

        “You said to me a while ago that you were
pregnant, didn’t you?”

        “Yes, I did, Mick.”

       
        I had no idea he had even thought or considered the words that were
spoken to him. Knowing it was on his mind made it all the more sweet. Was he
actually interested in being a part of this?

        “Well, what is happening with that?”
        My ultrasound was the next day, but I wasn’t sure I wanted him to come.
I needed to understand if he was committed to helping me or if he was just not
going to be there at all. Mick has changed a lot in the past few months, but
has he changed enough.  I resolved to give him as few details as possible, but
again my mouth betrayed me,

        “I have an ultrasound tomorrow, if you want to
come.”

        “I think I do. I want to be a part of all of
this.”

        “Oh! I love you, Mick.”

        He says something after that, but I cannot
remember what it is. I am half-asleep, and I barely even remember the
conversation, but I know I want him to be there—and I’m so happy that
he
wants to be there, too.

Chapter
23 Samantha - Rude Awakening

There’s a banging on the
door, which wakes us all up with a start. I groggily get up and shuffle to the
door with my brother right behind me. As I open it, I see a stranger on the
other side.

        “Where’s Mick?” he asks me.

        I blink at him. “Who the hell are you?”

        “I’m Jaime, his manager. I have spent a great
deal of time and money to find him. Now, where is he?”

        “I’m right here, Jaime. What do you want?”

        “You and I have a lot to discuss.”

        “It will have to wait. I’m retiring.”

        “Not according to my contract, you’re not.”

        Mick narrows his eyes. “What?”

        “You have a contractual obligation to pay me
out what you owe me, in terms of managerial fees. There is a clause in our
contract that should you retire, you will have to pay me the balance of the
endorsements for the remainder of the term. You should have talked to me, Mick.
We could have sorted this whole thing out.”

        Mick snorts. “Hey, Jaime. Sue me.”

        “Don’t you worry, I plan to.”

        “Get out, Jaime. We’re done here.”

        “You are gonna regret this. If you don’t show
up to next month’s competition, I will assume you retired from surfing. I made
you into what you are, and you owe me
everything!”

        Mick looks at Greg. “Greg, can you take out
this trash?”

        My brother smiles. “I thought you would never
ask.”

        With one arm, Greg lifts Jaime and throws him
out the door. I often forget how strong my cousin is. There’s no question,
though—he’s a large, mean man.

        As the door closes, I go over to Mick. “Are
you okay?”

        “Yeah, I’m fine, just in for a bunch of
trouble with that guy. If anyone’s a shark, it’s him. It seems the attack
continues.”

        “There has to be something in your contract
about an inability to compete due to injury.”

Mick shrugs. “I am sure
there is, but that is not important right now, we have a baby to see.”

        Greg looks confused, “What?!”

        Mick grins sheepishly at me. “Uh, sorry. I
guess you haven’t told him yet.”

        “No, not yet,” I sigh. “Hush-hush, here, Greg.
It’s too early to know anything yet, but we will let you know right after our
appointment this morning.”

        “Uh… okay.” He’s a strong guy, that is true,
but not the sharpest tool in the shed. I love him just the same.

        Mick and I get dressed and drive to the hospital for my appointment.
While we’re waiting in the lobby, Mick asks me a question.

        “Sam, will you teach me how to surf?”

        “What?! I thought you were the best surfer in
the world and didn’t need my help?”

        “Listen, this is not easy for me, and I have
given it a lot of thought. I need to go to that competition next month. Not for
the money, or the contractual obligation, or the pride. I need to go because I
need to prove to myself I can. Surfing makes me who I am. So, Sam, I ask you
again: can you teach me how to surf?”

        “Ms. Therian?” the nurse calls. That’s me. What
a time to interrupt a conversation.

        I look up at her. “Yes?”

        “We are ready for you now.”

        For now, Mick’s question is going unanswered,
but some things on a day like today take priority. He shoots me an excited
smile and follows me into the ultrasound room. I lie down and wait for the
nurse to come in. My thoughts are of the little bean growing inside of me. I have
only ever thought of how much I want a family and now it seems, in this messed
up way, I’m going to have one. It’s not a perfect scenario, but I believe it will
be soon enough.

        By the time the nurse comes in, my heart is
racing. I try to slow down my breathing, but I’m having a hard time controlling
myself. The nurse is a kind-looking woman and she shoots me an obligatory smile
as she sits down and prepares her tools.

        “First time, I take it?”

        “Yes.”

        “Well, just relax. Everything is going to be
fine.”

        Mick, who is at the end of the table, looks a little bored, but he leans
over from the end of the bed and strokes my leg. The nurse begins searching for
the baby with her ultrasound tool. She looks left and looks right, but nothing comes
up on the screen. She strains, but there’s nothing there.

        “What’s going on?”

        “Nothing to worry about, my dear. The baby is
just very small, at this point. I’m going to have to go inside.”

        She takes out another wand and explains to me
the procedure. As she inserts it, it’s more than a little uncomfortable. Still,
there is nothing there. A tear slips down my cheek. All at once, a flicker
appears on the screen. It’s small, but I see it. I can only assume it’s a
heartbeat.

        “Is that…”

        “Yes, that is your baby’s heartbeat.”

        “Oh, my God.”

        Looking over to Mick’s face, I can see he’s
crying, too. I want to hug him, but I’m a little bit occupied at the moment. Once
she removes the apparatus, Mick runs up to me and hugs me. We both sob in each other’s
arms. So much bad has happened to us both in the past few months. A little bit
of good news is exactly what we need. The nurse excuses herself, saying
something that neither of us are listening to. We hold each other for several,
moments just relishing the good news. Then Mick kisses me in a deeply moving
way.

        “Well, Sam, it looks as if you are going to
have to teach more than just me how to surf now. We have someone else to take
out to the water with us.”

        “I will teach you, Mick. I will teach you.”

Chapter
24 Samantha - Learning Ground

        We wake up the next day and immediately go down to San Onofre. If we are
going to get ready for this next competition, we need to work fast.

        “Okay, Mick, let’s start at the beginning. We
are going to have to change your stance, so let’s work on the beach first.”

        “Forget that, I’m not an idiot. Let’s get out
to the water.”

        “Mick, you said I could teach you. Now let me
teach you.”

        “Fine!” Mick sulks at me like an impetuous
child.

        I work with Mick on getting him to pop up onto the board, and it’s a
good thing, too. He’s very weak in that leg and unbalanced, so much so that he falls
over on several occasions. The frustration in his face is clear, but there are a
few times that he’s actually able to stand. Once he has a few stands under him,
I decide it’s best to hit the water to try and not get him overly frustrated. He
knows what he has to do—he just needs to retrain the muscles to do it.

        “Okay, Mick, let’s hit the water.”

        Mick is tentative. I think he understands that
this is going to be hard, and maybe even discouraging. As he hits the water,
it’s apparent that his ability to surf is all but gone. Mick tries to catch the
first few waves, but can’t steady himself and he falls off the board. We are only
three waves in and he’s ready to give up. Again.

        “Fuck! I can’t do this!”

        “Mick, you have to give it some time.”

        “I don’t have time, Sam! I only have a month
to be ready.”

        Mick storms out of the water. I follow closely
behind him, trying to think of what I can do to encourage him to keep trying. Mick
throws his board down and sits on the beach with his arms across his legs. At
least he didn’t leave the beach altogether. I guess that’s a win.

        “Mick?” I say in a singsong tone.

        “I know what you’re going to say,” he mutters.
“I’m just not sure I have it in me.”

        “Mick,” I sing again.

        Mick still has not looked up to notice that I have
taken my top off and I’m moving on to my bottoms. I’m getting a little angry
that he doesn’t even have the nerve to even raise his head.

        “Mick!” I snap.

        “What?!” He finally looks up. I have his
attention.

        “Good boys get rewards,” I coo.

        Mick smiles. He’s smiling not just because he likes
what he sees, but because he’s grateful to have me in his corner. Even without
him saying so, I can tell. As he springs to attention, I wave a finger at him.

        “If you want some of this, you will have to be
a good boy and let me teach you how to surf, no matter how foolish it may seem
to you. We are starting from square one, here. Are you able to listen like a
good boy?”

        Mick’s expression changes from a smile to a
frown, then back to a smile. He nods, picks up his board, and makes his way to
me. We kiss passionately as he gropes my body all over. I fight hard to push
away from him, both mentally and physically. I want him as much as he wants me,
but there’s work to do. I flash him a grin and put my wetsuit back on.

        He pouts. “Aww, that’s not fair.”

        “I promise you’ll get a reward, if you do as I
say.”

        Mick smiles and nods.

Today, I teach Mick how
to surf like it’s his first time on a board. It’s a hard, exhausting day, but
at the end of it, Mick can stand on the board and ride a wave all the way to
shore. I’m not sure if he’ll regain all of his skill—he has lost a lot of
strength. Today, though, is a good day, and a great starting point.

As we drive home, we hold
hands, stealing glances at each other all the way. I am truly in love with Mick.
He means everything to me.

        We don’t even make it through the door before
he grabs me and starts kissing me passionately.

        “Ahem!”

        It’s Greg. I had all but forgotten he’s still
here.

        I blush. “Oh, hi, Greg.”

        “Hi, Sam. I know I said I would stay the week,
but uh… something came up.”

        I smile at Greg, as does Mick. This is, in
some way, him giving approval of Mick. Of course, anyone is better than John,
but over the past few days, Greg and Mick have become pretty good friends.

        Greg smiles. “I’ll show myself out.”

        “Hey, Greg,” Mick calls after him in a playful
tone. “Next time, I won’t take it so easy on you.”

        “Treat her well, Mick,” Greg replies. “You
know what happens if you don’t.”

        Once Greg is gone, Mick envelops me in his
kiss. I return the favor, giving him all that I can. I push him back on the
couch and begin to strip for him. Slowly and seductively, I sway back and
forth. He watches me with the same evil grin he gave me on the first day we
met, when we learned our parents were getting married. His boyish smile has always
turned me on. When I’m completely naked, I pull him up to his feet, turn around,
and sit in the place he’s sitting. I look at him expectantly, smirking.

        Mick laughs. “What? You want me to strip, too?”

        “This is an equal opportunity relationship. Get
on with it.”

        Mick obliges me with one of the most uncoordinated
stripteases I have ever seen. Not that I’ve seen any, but I’m pretty sure they’re
not supposed to play out like this. We are now both completely naked. His body,
in all its magnificence, is laid bare in front of me. Mick pulls me to my feet
and spins me around. My back touches his rock-hard abs as he stands there,
stroking my body. A kiss on my neck comes next from him as he turns and sits down
on the couch, never separating from me. While on his lap, I can feel his cock
getting harder under my thighs. Spreading my legs. I reach down and begin to
rub it.

        Mick nibbles lightly on my back. Moving up
enough to maneuver his hard cock inside me, I slide onto it with ease. He feels
like a part of me, especially when we make love. I slowly bounce up and down on
his cock, wanting him, needing him. Leaning my head back so it rests on his
shoulder, I submit to Mick as he guides me with his hands, using them to rock
me up and down. My moans escape my lips at an uncontrollable volume. I can feel
every ripple, every vein, every skin cell of his cock, and each one of them is lighting
me on fire.

As I orgasm, Mick wraps his
muscular arms around me, squeezing tightly. I come hard at the same time as he does
with sweat beading along my body. Mick places gentle kisses along my spine, but
does not remove his cock. I lean back on him and we sit there, enjoying the
touch of each other’s skin.

        We make our way into the shower together. Mick
washes me, paying special attention to my breasts and pussy. He knows just the
right way to touch me. I return the favor and wash him all over his muscular
body. Sometimes when I touch him, I cannot believe I’m lucky enough to have
him. His body is just so perfect.

       
        Mick kisses my stomach, slowly lowering himself until he’s licking my pussy.
It’s sensitive from our lovemaking, but the sensation is still incredible. I am
on the verge of another orgasm when he moves up to kiss me. I am so
disappointed until he shoves his hard cock inside me again. He fucks me hard,
looking into my eyes, his gaze never wavering. I watch his mouth open in
ecstasy as his pace increases. I come hard on Mick’s cock, shaking as I do so. Mick
shoots another load deep inside me, filling me again with his seed.

He turns off the shower and
we exit, still panting. I dry him off completely as he does the same to me. I take
Mick to the kitchen—neither of us have eaten for quite some time. I know he’s
as hungry as I am. All we have in the fridge is old Chinese food. I pull it out
and bring it to the table, where he opens the conversation.

        “Well, I guess the romance is done now. Time
to eat.”

        I roll my eyes. “Ha, ha, you’re hilarious.”

        “I love you,” he says.

        I smile. “I love you too.”

        After we’re done eating, I start catching up
on all the things I’ve been neglecting lately—like opening up my mail. The
first letter is not good news. The bank is about to repossess my van and all of
my equipment. I haven’t really been paying attention to my business, what with
John and Mick drama. I am going to lose all that I have worked for.
Shit. Love
has betrayed me again. Even when it’s right, it is wrong.

Mick must see the worry
in my eyes, because he asks, “What’s wrong?”

        “I am about to lose my van and equipment. I
haven’t really been paying my bills.”

        “Why not?”

        “Why do you think, Mick?!”

        “Sam?”
        “What!?” I scream at him.

        “You and I are in this together, let’s work
through this together. After all, its only money.”

        Those were exactly the words I needed to hear.  I didn’t need to have
him pay for me, or tell me it would all be ok, I need a partner, now and
forever. My love for Mick was growing stronger every day.