Thick: A Stepbrother Romance (13 page)

“Brad….I’m not going to last,” I cried out.

“I’m not either, love. Put your face in my neck, bite me if you have to. Fuck…that’s hot just thinking about your teeth on me. But…we can’t let anyone hear us. Do you understand?” 

Doing as he said, I put my face into his neck. His hands slid around to my ass, jerking me toward him harder with each thrust. Two more strokes, and I felt my orgasm coming over me. My pussy clenched and unclenched around his thick length. The pleasure was too much to deal without screaming, so I bite the cords of his neck, he growled and thrust harder. His fingers digging into my backside, which I knew were going to leave bruises. But I couldn’t bring myself to care, he just felt so damn good inside me. I felt him swell inside me, forcing me into another smaller climax. He throwed his head back as his release overtook him, eyes closed and mouth open in pure ecstasy.

Laying against him, I let him wrap his arms around. The shakes overtaking my body from the euphoria high leaving my body. The smell of sex permeating through the air. I listened to the jackhammering sound of his heart, trying to steady my own breathing. His dick began softening inside me minutes later. I reluctantly got off him, grabbing my dress to slip back into it. I was zipping the back up when he came up behind me, meeting my eyes in the mirror he kissed my shoulder then took over the zipping.

I was about to give in to the pull of his lips, to surrender my body to him.  But just as I was about to a timid knock came from the door, a woman’s voice following. “Brad, is your sister ok?”

That’s when it all hit me. I just had the most explosive sex ever, with my soon-to-be Stepbrother. How could I let this happen? It wasn’t supposed to get this far with Brad. I instantly felt guilty for what we just did. It was something that couldn’t happen again. I couldn’t allow it to happen. It would never lead to anything. Never. So why was I putting myself through this. I would just have to deal with the hurt later, something that I was not looking forward to. Shrugging off his hands, I began putting my shoes on.

After I was dressed I opened the door, the act scaring the old lady. “Yes, I’m fine. I just saw a spider. He helped me, but thank you for asking,” I grumbled walking past her.

I was at the passenger side of Brad’s car before he caught up with me. I was sure that he was blindsided by my cold brush off. But hell, we almost got caught fucking in the boutique dressing room. The same boutique where I just got the last fitting for my Maid of Honor gown, a gown I would be wearing to our parents wedding in two days.

“Are you ok, Claire?” He asked, coming around to open my door.

“That can never happen again. Ever,” I forced out.

I expected him to go off at me right there, but he surprised me. He shut the door after I seated myself, walking around the car and getting in on his side. We set there in tension filled silence, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He rounded on me, shooting a seething look.

“Why? What is so wrong with us doing that? For us to be together,” he stated coolly.

“Did you not just hear that woman? I am about to be your sister, Brad. Seriously, you know how fucked up that is?”

“
Step
, Claire. You are about to be my
Stepsister
. We’re not bound by fucking blood. Mother fuck, I’ll never see you as my sister,” he seethed.

What he said was true, I knew this. But that still didn’t make it alright. It would absolutely crush my mother if she found out about what we just did. I was nauseous just thinking about it. Nothing good would come from anyone finding out about this.

“That’s just semantics, Brad.” 

He growled. “Dammit, Claire. You’re thinking about this too much. I always get what I want, you just need to accept the fact that
you are mine
. The sooner you do that, the sooner we can get to the fun stuff.”

“Not going to happen, stink ass,” I said dryly.

He took my chin between his pointer and thumb, forcing my eyes to his. “Believe what you want, Claire Bear, but I know the outcome of this. You. Are. Mine. I’ll have you, make no mistake of that. I. Always. Get. What. I. Want.”

“Just like you got Cherish Sharp,” I stated, defiance lacing my words.

His fingers dropped from my face as if he’d been burned, his face paling as the news sunk in. He hadn’t known that I knew about his former marriage. He thought this whole time that I was dumb to the fact he had let some other woman have his last name. That he let some other woman steal his heart. Bullshit. I was no dumb woman, he should have known. He wears that tan line around on his ring finger, who the hell wouldn’t know from that. I mean seriously.

“How did you know about that?” His voice echoed his horror.

I shrugged my shoulders. “May be because of the tan line you have on your ring finger.”

He looked down his eyes widening, it was as if he were noticing it for the first time. “That doesn’t explain shit. I could have just worn a promise ring or something.”

Laughter overtook my body until tears streamed down my face. “Yeah, and I’m the Pope. Just because I haven’t been here in ten years doesn’t mean I’m a complete imbecile.” I wiped my eyes, before continuing. “Plus, you are not the kind of man that wears a promise ring. Trust me, I remember your extracurricular activities, very well.”

Without denying what I was saying was true, he turned in his seat. Cranking the car, we made our way to the restaurant in complete tension filled silence. I knew he was upset with me, but so was I with him. He actually thought I would believe his lie about the promise ring. Yeah, no such luck. His dick got more turns than a condom machine at a seven eleven. It would be completely idiotic to make me believe any different.

“So, how was the fitting?” my mother oozed happiness, taking a drink of her white wine.

              Ever since we got to the restaurant Brad hasn’t looked at me, let alone breathed in my direction. To say it didn’t burn me up would be a lie. He was the one that walked into that conversation saying he wanted me, and that I was his. It seemed only fair that I call him out on his shit. On the other hand though, his complete lack of interest was pissing me off. There were a couple times I thought about junk punching him just so I could get his attention. But then I would have to explain myself so I refrained.

              I chuckled. “It went fine. In all honesty I was not… impressed. Yeah, that’s the word I’m looking for.”

              I was such a bitch, but damn, I wanted to get his attention. I glance at him from the corner of my eye, seeing that he was talking to Henry his face a blank mask. But his hand had fisted on the top of the table when I said that. Ha. I’ve got you now. Teach you to lie to me.

              “Not impressed? You didn’t like your dress, dear?” She frowned, leaning back in her seat.

              I smiled. I knew I had to word this just so, so I didn’t hurt her feelings. Taking a sip of my soda I sat there contemplating, then just came out with it. “No the dress was very lovely. I promise. Just being in the dressing room was a nuisance. Besides being in the dress, I was unimpressed with the rest of the visit there.” I assured her. 

              Her smile lit her face up. “I’m glad you like the dress Hun. I was worried you wouldn’t.”

              I waved her fear away. “It was gorgeous.”

              I was taking a drink from my goblet when I felt a hand on my thigh, gripping tightly. I smiled behind the rim of my glass. Score one for me. I appeared natural as if nothing were wrong, picking up my fork and knife, I proceeded to peel the Italian sausage on my plate. I laughed on the inside when the hand on my thigh removed itself of its own accord. That meant he remembered what I told him in the kitchen last night. Good boy. He needed to remember that I was not just another passing fancy for him, someone for him to mess around with. We were to be brother and sister in a few days, nothing between us could come to pass. But that didn’t mean that I deserved his lies. Lies, he thought he was getting away with.

              “So Henry, where are you taking my mother for your honeymoon,” I chanced a glance at Brad, finding him texting on his phone below the table.

              Henry’s eyes lit up. “As if I would tell you with your mother at the same table.”

              My mother grumbled on the other end of the table, I snickered. “Henry, darling. I’m going to find out sooner or later where we’re going. I’ll know how to pack if you just tell me,” she stated in a sugary tone.

              He chuckled. “Nice try, sweetheart.” He leaned over kissing her cheek. “But you’re still not getting it out of me.”

              She stuck her tongue out at him and I could resist laughing. My mother acted like a teenager when she was with Henry. It was a fulfilling sight to see. Her smile absolutely lit her face up when he was around. I was over the moon happy for the both of them. But I couldn’t help sitting here, envious of what they had. I wanted it. I wanted a man that would dote on me, make me feel like I was the only woman on the face of the earth that was made for him.

              I excused myself from the table, tears brimming my eyes. Being around them for any long period of time was too much. I would look at them and see all the things that I missed out on, that I was currently missing out on. It wasn’t fair to be that way, but I couldn’t help it. Just being here made the memories wash over me, caging me within its grip. I couldn’t allow it to take me fully. If I stood any chance of being the same after I left here; I needed to learn how to turn the other cheek. Not let their love get me down.

              I was washing my hands when the door to the restroom opened. I put a fake smile on my face before greeting them on my way out. However, when I heard the lock turn my heart was in my throat. I turned toward the intruder seeing none other than Brad, a scowl on his face. I rolled my eyes, throwing away the paper towel. I didn’t have time for any of this. I went to walk past him, but he grabbed my elbow forcing me to stop and look at him. When I did his eyes seemed to be blazing a bright blue with barely leashed fury.

              “What the fuck was that?” He growled, taking his hand from my elbow.

              I feigned innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

              “You know damn well what I am talking about, Claire. You damn near let it slip to our parents that we had sex,” he ranted, running his hands through his hair.

              “If you remember correctly, I said I was not impressed. So if you made the connection of that with us having sex, what’s that say about you?” I quirked my eyebrow, putting my hands on my hips.

              Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

              He was pacing the bathroom now, not registering what I said. But when he did his look was beyond comical. I couldn’t contain the laughter, I bent over pointing a finger at him. I had tears running down my face from laughing so hard. He looked like someone just stole his frigging cookie. His lips were in a pout only a petulant child would use and his arms were crossed over his chest.

              “You know, I don’t know if I like the new Claire or not. I liked you way better when you would trip over yourself to get my attention,” he snapped.

              “Well, we don’t always get what we want,” I shot back.

              He opened his mouth to say something but didn’t get it out before someone was at the door wanting in. My eyes snapped back to his in shock. What the fuck were we going to do? There was no way that I could get him out of here without anyone seeing. Hell, someone was at the door right now. He put a hand over his mouth, anger vanishing as he began laughing. I had to make a snap decision. Thank god he was right beside the first stall. I unlocked the door then bolted for him, pushing him in the stall with me. He fell over the toilet and I fell on top of him as I shut the door and locked it.

              We heard a group of girls enter the bathroom not even a second later, laughing and giggling. We were so fucked if they found us in here. More than fucked, we’d be frigging dead.
Coffins for two please.
My nerves were balled up tight in my stomach, I felt like I was going to be sick. I started fidgeting on Brad’s lap. If this whole situation wasn’t painful enough, Brad’s big friend chose that moment to start poking me on the ass.

              “Oh my God. Brad, you choose now to get hard. Seriously?” I whisper-yelled at him.

              “It’s not like I can control it,” he snapped, shifting on the toilet. “The mother fucker has a mind of its own.”

              “Holy fuck, that’s only making it worse. Tame the damn thing.”

              “There’s no taming this bad boy, sweetie. Trust me… No one, and I repeat no one, can tame a fucking king,” he chuckled.

              I scoffed. “You’re so full of yourself.”

              He leaned forward, breath caressing the side of my neck. “That’s not what you were screaming earlier today.

              I didn’t say another word. He knew he was right. I had came all over his fat cock earlier, so there was no denying it. I waited for the girls to make their exit from the bathroom before I extricated myself from him. I slide the lock, opening the door. He was about to follow me out when I heard my mother on the other side of the door.
Fucking great. Let’s have a fucking reunion in here while we’re at it.
I pushed him back into the stall, shutting the door.

              I ran over to the sink, pretending I was washing my hands just as my mother came through the door. I looked in the mirror and gave her a bright smile. So help me god if Brad came out of that stall I’d rip his dick off. She gave me a bright smile, and asked if I was ok. I nodded my head and put my hand on the small of her back to lead her from the bathroom. Just as we were sitting down, I saw Brad exit the hall from the restroom.

              His hooded eyes ate me up from all the way across the room. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good to have his eyes on me like that again. But I would be a damn fool if I took up what his sinful body had to offer. A smile started coming over me, until I saw a woman to the far left walk toward him. My smile stopped and turned into a scowl when I saw her touch his arm. The woman looked so fucking familiar, but I couldn’t place her. But I knew I’d seen her before.

              He stood there talking to her for a few minutes, a smile on his face, but a death glare in his eyes. Whoever that woman was, was definitely not a fan of Brad’s. His posture was rigid, but I could tell that he was only trying to be polite in the middle of a crowded restaurant. The woman’s smile fell at what he said, she looked toward me, then back to him when anger came over her. She snapped something at him and then walked away. He watched her go, then joined us back at the table.

              I wanted to ask him who that was, because the moment her hand touched him I wanted to rip it off. I’ve never felt so violent in all my life at someone. Not even Brad and he’d fucked me up the most of all. As we finished lunch, I hugged my mother before Brad and I left for our waxing appointment. Having not been waxed for quite some time, only sticking to shaving I was going to be walking bold legged for the rest of the night I was sure of it. I also knew Brad was going to make fun of me too.

              What I hadn’t expected when we got to the salon was Brad getting waxed as well. It was frigging hilarious hearing his squeals coming from the waxing room. At one point in time I could swear on my very life, he was crying and telling the man waxing his male area he would pay him anything to just stop. However, I heard more girly screams echoing throughout the salon. I sat there snickering to myself just as the door opened. Here came Brad, perma-scowl on his face, walking toward me holding his junk as if he were protecting it from something.

              “What in the world?” I giggled from behind my magazine.

              “I’m going to kill him. I swear, I will. Then I’ll piss on his fucking grave,” he growled sitting down awkwardly next to me.

            
 
I giggled at the pained gasp that came from his lips when he sat down fully. “Who?”

              “Dad,” he said, his face screwing up like the name left a bad taste in his mouth. “He told the wax technician when he made the appointments that if you had to go through the pain, so did I.”

              Well thank fuck Henry had a sense of humor. He’d just literally made my day.

              I tried to make light of the situation, but failed horribly when I started laughing. He gave me a stone cold killer glare, and then smacked my ass when I got up to go to the room. I was nervous going in there. Hearing all the screams and cries that came from Brad, I just felt that it was going to be worse for me. Instead of just getting one maybe two things waxed, I was practically getting my whole body done.

              The woman waiting for me scared the ever living shit out of me. She was a solid six foot tall with broad manly shoulders, sporting a mustache. She looked like one of those German women named Helga or some shit. I wanted the man Brad had, he’d been hot. This woman just gave me the heebie-jeebies. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but she just put off a vibe that screamed butch.

              Maybe Henry didn’t have a sense of humor, the asshole.

              An hour and a half later I was complete hairless from the shoulders down. I thought I’d been pretty hairless before, but damn that woman got everywhere; and I do mean, everywhere. She spent most of the time hovering around my pussy and taint. I’d never felt so uncomfortable in all my life. But damn did she take her job seriously. However, I felt like I’d won a small victory. I didn’t even make a peep when she was going to war on my body with the wax and strips. Now I had something to hold over Brad’s head. He’d been a trooper, I’d give him that. But he was the one that screamed like a little girl. Taunting him would be so sweet.

              When we started getting our hair transformed, I was exhausted. It being only four pm I thought I was going to fall asleep on my feet. Having no sleep the night before, then dealing with Brad all day was just getting to me. I caught myself dosing on and off in the chair as the man chopped away at my long once luminous hair. By the time he was done cutting, dyeing, styling my hair, and moving me to the station to get my nails done, I was so ready to get out of the salon.

              Since I kept up with my nails up regularly, it didn’t take long to get them done. However, for Brad it took them a tad longer. Of course he being all male the only thing he did with his nails was clip them. It was a sight watching the technician grind his cuticles. I’ve never heard a man in all my life squeal the way he did. I was sure that this would be the last time any of these people would see him in here.

              That thought alone is what kept me going. After we were finished he literally beat me to the door. I chuckled watching him wave at all the smitten woman in his haste to get the hell out of here. I wasn’t even fully out the door before he hoisted me over his shoulder, running the rest of the way to the car. It was absolutely hilarious that this big strong, virile, man was scared of a bunch of beauty technicians.