PLOWED: A Stepbrother Romance (Bonus Story: Gripped) Page 10

  “What are you doing here?” fired out of my mouth before I could stop it.

  He smiled and pushed his hands into his pants pockets. The glare from outside cast his face in a shadow and gave his features a mysterious tint.

  “Hm. I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

  Happy? I wasn’t sure that was the exact emotion I felt. My heart raced like a whipped horse, careening forward. If there was a word for excited, terrified, ecstatic and confused all rolled into one, then I was it.

  I held onto the doorknob tighter. “That still doesn’t answer my question.”

  “I came back for something.”

  My heart did a little leap then fell back to the ground, still racing.

  “What did you come back for?”

  “My blazer.”

  Silence.

  I stared at him, my confusion rapidly morphing into irrational anger.

  “Your blazer?” I parroted, incapable of hiding the irritation in my voice. “You came all the way back from god-knows-where for your blazer?”

  “Yes. It’s important. I wore it to my mother’s funeral.”

  His persistent smile was fuel to the fiery anger burning hot in my chest. I told myself to calm down, that he was probably lying, but my brain didn’t want to proceed with logical thinking. No, Reid wasn’t lying because if he were, that would mean he’d returned for something else. That would mean he returned for me.

  And that wasn’t possible. He was not the kind of guy to make a big jump like that. Months ago, it was clear he had feelings for me but instead of sticking around to see if things could work, he’d ran away like he was prone to do. Now he was back five months later and I had every belief he’d exorcised whatever feelings he’d had for me to make things easier on himself.

  I spun away from the door and marched through the hall, up the stairs. I heard him taking off his shoes before he closed the front door and followed at a much more leisurely pace. Shoving my bedroom door open, I headed straight for my closet where I’d hung up his blazer.

  Shamefully, I’d went to bed for many nights holding it in my hands, inhaling his scent on it. For the past five months I’d felt like I’d suffered two losses: losing my stepmother and losing Reid. It was ridiculous, but having that blazer—a physical reminder of both Reid and Vera since he’d worn it to her funeral—had helped me get over the double loss.

  But Reid was back. Risen from the dead, unearthing all the feelings I’d struggled to bury in the first place.

  I grabbed the hanger supporting the blazer and shoved it toward Reid.

  “Here.”

  He watched me but he wouldn’t take it.

  I scowled and shook the hanger. “Well? Take it.”

  He stepped closer, forcing my hand back.

  “I don’t want it.”

  “You’re joking, right?” I rolled my eyes. “Quit being so fickle and make up your mind about what you want.”

  He took the hanger from my hands and flung the blazer into a nearby armchair. Then he moved closer still, standing so close, I couldn't ignore his presence and the heat of his body. His divine smell, woodsy with that same soft hit of lavender, teased me and I inhaled deeply to get as much of him as I could.

  “I already did. It took me a while, but I did.”

  My breathing came deeper and faster. The rise of my breasts undid the quick towel tuck and I grew aware that that was the only thing covering me. I held the edge of my towel against my body. I didn’t miss the way Reid’s hungry gaze dipped to my chest for a moment before rising to my face again.

  “So you didn’t come for the blazer.”

  “No.”

  “Then you’re a liar.”

  “You like to call me names, don’t you?” He hooked a finger in the front of my towel and tugged on it, but I held it tighter. “I was a coward, now I’m a liar.”

  “If the shoe fits. I call it like I see it. Whatever other analogy that applies.”

  He tugged on my towel again. I continued to resist.

  “Are you happy to see me, Mac?”

  I wasn’t giving in that easily. “No.”

  “Then you’re a liar too.”

  “I guess it takes one to know one.”

  He laughed and my entire body came alive at the sound. Dear god, if I stuck around this man too long I’d need a new heart.

  “You know, I can’t believe it,” he said, his voice husky. He unhooked his finger from my towel and brought his hands around me instead, pulling me to him. This time I went without even the slightest bit of fight.

  “You can’t believe what?”

  He bent his head, his lips hovering over mine. My eyes drifted shut and I eagerly waited for the moment when he’d kiss me.

  “I can’t believe I was ever willing to let you go.”

  His mouth came down onto mine, pushing away the surprise his words wrought in me for another time. Right now, all I could focus on was his kiss. Slow and tender his mouth moved over mine until his tongue slipped out to caress the seam of my lips. I opened to him readily, between my legs tingling the moment his tongue touched mine.

  Our kiss remained sweet and exploratory for a short moment. Soon, as always, the desperation crept in. It always did because only Reid could make me feel like this just from a kiss. I burned as though fire had replaced my blood. Though all I wore was a towel, I wanted to be free from it. I wanted to feel Reid’s heated skin pressed against mine.

  “Oh god, Reid, I want you. I want you so much,” I said against his lips.

  “Oh yeah? I thought you said you didn’t miss me.” He moved his mouth along my jaw, kissing all the way to the sensitive spot just beneath my ear. I shivered, squeezing my legs together to quell the ache in my pussy.

  I gripped his shoulders. “Shut up and take off your clothes.”

  He moved his mouth back up to mine and kissed me hard.

  “Beneath your gorgeous exterior lies a bossy little brat.” Grabbing hold of the front of my towel, Reid yanked it down, exposing my naked body beneath. His hands came around me again, grabbing my bare ass in a firm, possessive hold with a low growl of approval. “And I can’t wait to set you straight.”

  I scoffed. “You’re all talk and no—”

  His mouth came back down onto mine, his tongue plunging past my lips. I gasped into his mouth, clinging to his shoulders as he walked us backward. The backs of my legs hit the side of the bed and then my body hit the rest of it, but Reid remained upright. He stared down at my splayed body like a ravenous man who’d struck luck and encountered a kingly feast. To tantalize him further, I raised my hands to my breasts and kneaded the soft flesh, moaning when I pinched my firm nipples.

  He pulled his sweater over his head. Flinging it away, he settled a knee onto the bed between my legs.

  “You’re asking for a hard fucking, sweetheart,” he growled, leaning down over me.

  “When did I ever say I wanted anything else?”

  I reached up and ran my hands over his defined chest and abdomen. I marvelled at the grooves in his thick, muscular arms and the way he groaned when I touched him. Holy shit. He was the sexiest guy I’d ever have the benefit of seeing half-naked. I couldn’t wait to unwrap the entire package completely.

  Settling onto his elbows, Reid pressed me into the bed with his body as he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and relished the feel of his hard length through his jeans. I needed it inside me. I couldn’t wait to have his thick, hard cock splitting me in two. But Reid had other ideas.

  His kiss progressed from my mouth, past my chin, to my chest. His hand palming and fondling one of my breasts, his hot, wet mouth enveloped the other greedily, pulling a cry from my lips. My hand flew to the back of his head, my fingers running through his hair as his tongue curled around my nipple. Closing my eyes on a moan, I arched my back so he could have as much of me, all of me as he liked.

  And he took it gladly, too. His mouth suckling me, his teeth marking me, his tongue soothing the
little shocks of sweet pleasure-pain whenever he bit me. He devoted his hungry attention to both of my breasts, fondling and squeezing one while he feasted on the other.

  Then he was moving lower still, his lips leaving a fiery trail wherever they touched my flesh.

  “Reid…oh…Reid,” I gasped. His head was between my legs now, his face level with my pussy. I hoped he could see how wet I was for him, how much my body demanded to be his.

  “Do you want me to eat you out, Mackenzie?”

  I squirmed, bending my legs at the knees so I could spread them wider. I was never usually this brazen, but Reid’s sexy voice and the things he made me feel robbed me of any inhibitions. I loved the way he said my name. Loved the way he’d politely asked his filthy question.

  “Yes.” I groaned when his finger travelled down my wet slit then entered my channel. My pussy squeezed around his finger greedily. “I want your mouth on me.” He smirked, clearly waiting for something else. I knew what he wanted. “Please. I want it…please.”

  “Good girl.”

  A second finger joined the first as his mouth came down onto my clit. I was so aroused, I felt like I was ready to come the instant his tongue found my nub. But I held on, squirming against his warm mouth as his fingers fucked me too. My fingers found his hair again, bunching the strands in my fist when he turned his wrist so the pads of his fingers rubbed my sweet spot.

  His tongue lapped at me slowly, incessantly, each sinuous curl moving me closer to climax. I moaned and whimpered his name, my body incapable of staying still beneath his expert hands and mouth.

  “Oh god…” My legs were the first to start trembling, and then the rest of my body followed suit as the familiar heat swept through me. I arched my back as intense pleasure grabbed me and held me prisoner. I came hard on Reid’s fingers and mouth yet he didn’t let up. His fingers still thrust into me, his tongue still lapped me, ensuring I enjoyed my fall for as long as possible.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, raising up to kiss me. I was panting, still recovering from what he’d done to me. “I could watch you come for hours.”

  “You could make me come for hours.”

  He grinned, rolling onto his back on the pillows and pulling me on top of him.

  “Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart.”

  I raised up and shimmied down his front, pressing a kiss to his hard stomach.

  I smiled up at him. “But what if I wished to suck your cock?”

  Pushing his hands behind the back of his, he looked down at me with half-lidded eyes and a satisfied smile on his sexy mouth.

  “Then don’t let me stand in the way of your dreams.”

  I threw him a wicked smile as I undid his belt then his jeans. I wrangled him free from his boxers, my eyes widening a bit at the close-up view of his cock. Damn. I’d had this huge thing inside me once and I was going to have it again. I wasn’t sure if I was more scared or excited at the prospect.

  I clamped my hand around him and stroked it. His groan pleased me so I gave him another stroke to hear him groan again. My fingers barely met around his girth, and the length of him made my mouth water. A bit of moisture formed on the rounded head, beckoning me forward to taste.

  “Fuck.” His fingers were in my hair the instant my mouth moved over the head of his cock. My pussy still tingled from his attentions, but another ache was forming as I slowly sucked Reid’s cock into my mouth. When I pulled up, his fingers clenched my hair.

  The salty taste of his precum flavoured my tongue. He was so big I could hardly get him all the way into my mouth, so I had to make up for it with my hands. Increasing my pace, I stroked his rigid shaft and worked my mouth up and down his length.

  “Holy fucking shit. Fuck…fuck…” His filthy groans egged me on, bolstered my confidence. Cupping his balls, I paid special attention to the head of his cock, lapping and sucking just the way he’d done to my clit.

  My juices smeared the insides of my thighs. and the longer I sucked on Reid’s cock, the stronger the ache between my legs grew. I didn’t know how much longer I could last without Reid inside me. And clearly Reid felt the same way because he raised himself up so he could haul me off his cock.

  “I have to fuck you now,” he said, his voice hard and raspy. “That mouth of yours was going to make me come.”

  He pushed me back onto the bed, then raised himself up so he could get out of the rest of his clothes. I had no time to appreciate his nakedness because he was on top of me immediately, wedging himself between my thighs. I flung my hands around his neck, and when his cock brushed up against my pussy lips I wiggled in desperation for it to be inside me.

  “I want you,” I moaned. “Please…Reid…I want you inside me.”

  “Mmm, I want that too,” he said, nuzzling my neck as he guided himself into me. We groaned together as he breached my slick channel inch by sweet inch. When he was all the way in, his mouth found mine, our tongues curling and twisting in a slow, sensual kiss.

  He slid out of me then rocked forward with a more forceful thrust that drew a gasp from me. He stretched me completely, and I felt every single twitch and glide of his cock as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

  Raising up onto his elbows, Reid fucked me in earnest. His cock retreating for the tiniest moment before it was filling me again. My legs locked around his hips, I begged him to go harder and faster, clinging onto his shoulders and moaning his name as he obliged. He pounded into me with enough force to push me back, my head slightly hanging off the side of the bed.

  We released all our pent up need and frustration in our fierce coupling. Murmuring my name and whispering in my ear how long he’d wanted to do the things he was doing to me now, his hands caressed my sides, my breasts, fondling and tasting my flesh. I raised my hips, grinding against him with each of his powerful thrusts.

  My heart thudded, my skin alive with some energy that Reid’s touch had awakened. The heat was coming toward me with enough speed and power to run me over, yet I stretched for it. When it finally hit, I cried Reid’s name over and over and shook in his arms.

  His long groan joined my cries as my pussy squeezed around him, pulling him to his own finish. His cock twitched inside me and the feel of his come intensified mine until all that was left was the pleasant tingles.

  Depleted, he slid out and slumped beside me. I missed him as soon as he left and I rolled over to face him. Curving an arm over my waist, he pulled me closer and nuzzled my neck, his hot breath fanning over my skin.

  “I love you.” He said it so quietly I almost didn’t hear it. My heart felt like it was ready to springboard out of my chest. I’d waited for years to hear Reid say those words, and now that he’d said them, it felt so unreal. But, yes, he’d said them. And knowing how tough it was for him to show emotion, he meant them too.

  “I love you too,” I said. Then I added in a softer voice. “For a shamefully long time, to be honest.”

  His smile was rueful. “I guess my mother was right.”

  “About what?”

  “She said I was blind. And stubborn.”

  I laughed. “She knew how I felt about you. She…uh…basically supported it. ‘Life’s no fun without a little bit of the forbidden,’ she said.”

  “I see.” He grinned and pressed me closer. “So you took her advice and decided to fuck your stepbrother?”

  I blushed. “You’re not my stepbrother. Not anymore.”

  “It wouldn’t have mattered to me if I still was, Mac,” he said, his eyes a captivating indigo. “For the past five months I tried to forget what we had but it was torture. I need you in my life. I won’t fight anymore. I won’t run anymore. So I’m giving in. Come to France with me.”

  I smiled, my heart beating fast with excitement and amazement. Of course I’d go. There was nowhere else more I wanted to be than with Reid.

  “Yes, I’ll come with you.”

  He gazed at me with a pleased and triumphant look on his face. Then he kissed
me with a new fierceness that left me breathless. Cupping my hands to his face, I pressed my body close to his and his arms gripped me possessively. I couldn’t wait to enjoy more kisses like this in the future we were about to share.

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  Preview: Greed

  I had no clue where Nick was going to take me, and it was a really long drive. As I stepped down, I saw it was a huge meadow of sorts. I would have bet all my money that there was no such place in the whole of New York City, but there I stood, right in front of a meadow, and it looked all kinds of beautiful.

  We moved inside the park, and I followed him. He had a smile on his lips, and when he stopped, I saw the most breathtaking scenery all around me. There were endless flowers, and Nick kissed me fervently on my lips. I knew this was one man who was romantic as hell.

  “Where are we, Nick? I have never been to this place before,” was all I could say as I found myself standing in the middle of the meadow. There was an infinite trail of lush green grass around me and I could hear the stream of water running somewhere nearby that made for a perfect symphony in the background.

  “You don’t need to know that. Just close your eyes and imagine that you are somewhere away from the bustling crowd and traffic of the New York City. We have traveled in time, and you are not yourself anymore. Let your spirit be wild and do whatever you want to do, Lacie. It is just this moment, nothing else exists anymore.”

  He was right. That place didn’t feel like New York City at all. It felt like we had traveled back in time, where no one except the two of us existed.

  Nick took a blanket and placed it carefully on the ground. He also had a picnic basket, which looked both adorable and charming.

  “What do you have here? I thought we already had brunch,” I said while I sat with him on the blanket. I opened the picnic basket and found a few munchies inside.