The Quarterback's Love Child (A Secret Baby Sports Romance Book 1) Page 11

  My body reacted and without conscious thought from that point onward. I lifted my knee high, then with all the power I could muster, bashed my foot as hard as I could on whatever was at the bottom of his leg.

  My attacker let out a grunt of pain, and released his grip.

  His instep, I found it! Yes! Take that you serial killer!

  I jumped away from him and turned my body to face him, and geared up for another strike. This time, I thought as I focused on the middle center of the shadowy figure, I wouldn't miss his balls!

  “Ay ya!” I screamed again as my kick-boxing training swung into action.

  But the man side-stepped me and backed further out of my reach.

  “Stop! For God's sake,” the man’s voice said, a mixture of mirth and panic in his voice. “Stop trying to kill me, Cherise. It's me. It's Giles!”

  I peered into the darkness, my heart still pumping and adrenaline still coursing through my system. My would-be attacker’s dark figure did look less threatening. His hands were up over his head in an “I surrender” kind of way. And his body lilted a bit to one side, as if it was still recovering from the damage I’d done to his foot.

  “Giles?” I asked, maintaining my attack stance. I had no intention of backing down until I knew for sure; it could be a trick.

  “Yes, Cherise, damn it,” Giles said, sounding petulant.

  I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.

  “Jesus, Giles, I thought you were a psycho killer,” I said as I lowered my hands and peered into the darkness, hoping to make out my stepbrother’s features. The voice sounded like him. “Why did you sneak up on me like that?”

  “I thought you were a burglar,” Giles said.

  “Well, I’m neither,” I said, suddenly tired of standing outside in the dark. “I knocked on the door, didn’t you hear me calling for Brandy? Wait a minute,” I said, as I suddenly realized something that should have occurred to me before. What the hell was Giles doing here?

  “Why are you here?” I asked him, as I turned to walk to the front door. I wanted to get inside. It had been a long trip and, with all the excitement of almost getting killed, I needed to sit down.

  “Uh, well, I guess we can talk about it inside,” Giles said, and ran ahead of me as I moved cautiously down the dark path by the side of the cabin. The porch light bounced off his broad shoulders, and his face looked serious in the light as he put his key in the lock.

  “Where’s Brandy?” I asked as I followed him into the cabin.

  “She’s not here,” he said cautiously.

  “Well, why not? When is she coming? And you didn’t answer my question, why are you here?”

  Giles turned toward me and stared at me with an intensity I’d never seen before. My breath caught in my throat as he took a step toward me, then stopped.

  “She’s not coming, Cherise.” He murmured and stepped closer, his voice strained with a deep undercurrent of longing. I licked my lips.

  “Oh?” I said, but there was a catch in my voice. “What do you mean?” I asked as a million possibilities ran through my mind, including the idea that my brother might be the serial killer, and Brandy was already dead. Not wanting to let on that I was hip to my crazy stepbrother’s deeds, I didn’t come right out and ask if she were dead. Instead, I stepped back ever so slowly and casually, turning away from him, going towards the door.

  “Cherise,” Giles said, his voice full of pleading and again that longing.

  I wondered if I could accept him for what he was? Serial Killer or not?

  “Cherise, I’m trying to talk to you,” Giles said, his voice almost desperate.

  “First tell me what you did with Brandy!” I demanded, no longer afraid, but just pissed. I’d put up with his jokes ever since he’d come to live with me, and this time he'd gone too far.

  Giles laughed as he saw the anger in my face.

  “What are you talking about?” He asked, honestly confused. “Do you think I did something to Brandy?”

  “You said, she wasn’t coming, as if she couldn’t, as if you’d done something to her,” I insisted, defending my right to be upset.

  “I said she wasn’t coming because that’s how we planned this. She and I planned this. This was a setup, Cherise, so you and I could have some time alone!” He blurted out the scheme, shock on his face that I could even imagine he might be some kind of killer. “Now, I’m not so sure that was a good idea if you think so little of me.”

  To my surprise, Giles was on the move, gathering up some things into a small duffle bag and grabbing some car keys.

  “Wait,” I said, rushing over to him. “I’m sorry,” I said grabbing onto his arm. “You set this whole thing up so you could be alone with me?” I asked.

  Giles turned around and stared at me, eyes narrowed as if he’d never seen that side of me before. As if he couldn’t believe I could betray him like that. His lips were thin tight lines, his muscled forearms stiff and unyielding. I’d hurt him.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, looking into his eyes. “Forgive me,” I tried to say, but my voice cracked, and tears began to well in my eyes. “I’m glad you’re here,” I said, stepping toward him, stroking the skin between his wrist and where he’d rolled up the sleeves of his mountain man shirt.

  “Cherise,” he said and pulled me into him, taking my mouth with his. Then he pushed me away, just far enough to hold me in front of him. His eyes bore into me, searching for something. He stroked my lower lip with his thumb. I let them part, eager to feel his finger on my teeth; my head fell back a bit, and I let out a groan.

  “I want you,” he paused as if confessing how he felt had not only surprised me, but him.

  “I just can’t live without you, Cherise.” His words came out in a rush as his mouth grazed my exposed neck, and he ghosted kisses up to my ear.

  Then he pulled away and held my shoulders again, looking me in the eyes.

  “I’ve told you how I feel. Now, I need to know if you feel the same way. Because if you don’t, tell me now, and I’ll leave. I’ll let Brandy know, and she’ll be here tomorrow night. No pressure, sis, your call.”

  I was ready to throw myself in his arms until I heard the word sis.

  That’s why this would never work. That’s why I had to give up forever on this stupid fantasy. He was my stepbrother, for Christ’s sake!

  “I do love you,” I admitted, but I couldn’t look him in the eye. It was wrong to love him. I was suddenly ashamed, now that my constant obsessive desire had moved from a fantasy to imminent reality.

  “Then what’s wrong?” Giles asked.

  “Everything!” I said, bursting into tears, and storming out of the living room into the bathroom. I closed the door and locked it.

  “Cherise,” Giles said, “What’s wrong? What did I say?” I could feel the pain in his voice as it came through the wall. “You don’t have to pretend you love me,” his voice cracked from the sadness in his words. “It’s OK, I’ll tell Brandy to come up. I’ll go. I’m sorry, Cherise, I made a mistake, a big mistake.”

  “No,” I said tentatively, as the sobbing stopped, “that’s not the reason.” But there was silence on the other side of the door.

  “Giles,” I called out. I left the bathroom and ran out into the main part of the cabin, just as I heard the sound of a car door slamming shut. “No!” I yelled and ran out into the night, toward the car.

  “Wait!” I screamed, running in front of the car. He slammed on the brakes, narrowly missing me, but the shock of it made me fall back onto my ass onto the rough dirt.

  “Cherise! Oh God, no, Cherise!” Giles moaned as he jumped out of the car and raced toward me. He was down by my side, pulling my shoulders up.

  I couldn’t face him just then, so I kept my eyes closed and lay limp in his arms.

  Then I remembered that I still owed him for that time he exposed my fanny to the world after our last surfing trip. I’d milk this a little longer.

  “Oh Go
d, Cherise, I’m so sorry, speak to me!”

  “Boo!” I said, opening my eyes with a twinkle and a big ‘gotcha, bro’ smile, then I sat back and enjoyed his reaction, lit by the headlights of his car. Shock, relief, surprise, then something else.

  “You little brat!” he said, then he got up, ordering me not to move a muscle.

  He went to his car, turned it off, and came back to me, scooping me into his arms as if I was as light as a feather.

  I didn’t struggle.

  I nestled into his strong, solid abs and buried my face in his chest.

  He loved me. I loved him. We’d sort out the rest another day.

  Chapter 9

  He carried me over the threshold, saying not a word, hushing me with his lips each time I tried to speak. He lay me gently down on top of the quilt covered bed and climbed over me. We were kissing again as we worked desperately at our clothes, stripping ourselves out of them, helping each other as we went. A moment later we lay in each other’s arms, completely naked. Wrapping his arms around me, he rolled me over so that I lay on top of him. I could feel the length of his cock pressing beneath me, and I reached for it. I marveled at how smooth and hot his shaft was, and my body yearned to have it inside me, but I wanted to know it another way first.

  I moved away from his kiss and turned my body so I could see his cock. He lay back, watching me, enjoying my reaction. My eyes widened at the size of his manhood. “Oh my God!” I said, then looked at him.

  “Gotcha!” he said, his eyes twinkling.

  “Damn right,” I said, smiling back, and then I went down on him. I started by licking up the drop of pre-cum that waited for me between his slit, and I gazed at him as my tongue licked the area clean. He moaned with pleasure, connecting his fingers behind his head and leaned back against them as if they were a pillow.

  With the slit done, I slid my tongue under the sensitive skin of his hood and Giles arched his hips in pleasure.

  “You like that?” I asked as I allowed the flat of my tongue to measure his length. I could feel a throbbing blood vessel pulsing as I went up and down his long pole. When I came to the top again, I took his head into my mouth, then slowly took him into my mouth as far as I could go. He moaned and pushed up into me more.

  “Deeper,” he pleaded, “Please.”

  I adjusted my position and opened my throat just in time for a mighty thrust. He was deep down my throat. The muscle pulsed and I grabbed at his cock, pulling it in deeper still.

  “Oh my God, Cherise, I’ve never felt anything…”

  My pussy clenched with need, jealous of my throat. I was so proud to give him a new experience, unlike any he'd felt before. He deserved it. He was the most important and beautiful soul that ever lived. I would give him all of me, for as long as I lived.

  He groaned again, and I took him in further than I thought possible, but then it was too much. The gag reflex kicked in, and I was forced to release him. Panting and gasping, for I had not realized that I'd been holding my breath, I threw myself back on the bed and tried desperately to recover myself. There were stars floating around my vision and my heart pounded from the exertion of my act.

  But Giles wasn't finished with me yet, nor I with him. I'd brought him to the edge, but then I'd pushed him away. He needed more from me. I needed more from him. A moment later he was on top of me, pushing into me. His cock was so big, he barely pushed past my pulsing walls, when I felt my pussy fight against the painful stretch. I gasped at the size of him, from the sensation of too much, as he stretched my tight entrance wide. He stopped the moment my body clenched up from the pain of him, mid-thrust holding himself back, not wanting to hurt me. That simple act only made me want him more. My pussy relaxed and his next thrust went a little farther. The pain changed to pleasure, and I wanted more. I wanted all of him.

  “Deeper,” I begged, looking at him with longing.

  “Not yet,” he said. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eye and a wicked little smile on his lips. And I knew I was in trouble. My joking stepbrother had returned.

  “No!” I protested as he pulled out of me. He continued to give me 'that look', the one that said I was about to get punked, the one that said, "Gotcha sis!" Nothing made him happier than getting away with another joke at my expense! But this was going too far. Of all the pranks, this was the most unforgivable ever. Talk about being a tease! My pussy was screaming for Giles’s cock. I wanted, no, I needed him inside me at that moment.

  “Will you please stop torturing me and fuck me already, please?!” I begged, spreading my legs wide, willing his cock back inside me.

  But he didn't do as I asked. He just continued looking at me like a cat eyeing an injured bird.

  “Oh, I intend to," he promised, "but first things first.”

  To my surprise and a delighted twitch of anticipation down below, he got between my legs. Taking hold of my legs by the ankles, he pushed my legs up, bending my knees. Then he spread my legs apart. My sex lay exposed, open, facing him. I could feel the cool air of the unheated cabin blowing against my hot and swollen center. He bent down, and I closed my eyes, groaning with unimaginable pleasure, as his hot tongue flicked across my clit for the very first time.

  I almost came right then and there; his tongue felt like a magic wand, doing magic inside my pussy, making me come so close to the edge.

  As he licked and sucked me, I began to think about who he was to me. It was what we were doing; he was my stepbrother, we were related, we were siblings to each other, we shared parents, we'd lived as brother and sister under the same roof. But instead of these thoughts making me want to pull away, to stop before we consummated our union, the thought that our love was taboo, forbidden, only made the act more exciting. It only made me feel more aroused, unbelievably so.

  I lifted my hips and grabbed my knees, pulling my legs closer to my chest, then spreading my knees apart as if I was doing the knee splits. I wanted to be open to him, to give him all of me. At last, there would be no holding back. Not tonight.

  I'd give myself to him completely this one time. No one would ever know. It was meant to be. Just this one time.

  As he continued to work his tongue and mouth on my pussy, my clit pulsed with building need. I pushed away all thoughts that this was the only night we'd ever have together. I knew in my heart that I would cut the cord, and leave first thing in the morning. I had to, for his sake, because I loved him and thus I could not allow him to ruin his life by exposing himself to the sordid consequences of our incestuous affair.

  As the orgasm built inside me, I told myself not to think about tomorrow, but to live in the now, the glorious now.

  His tongue flicked my clit like a virtuoso on the violin strings as his fingers slipped inside my aching sex, probing and fucking me. All conscious thoughts disappeared as every nerve ending in my body stood at attention.

  “Oh Giles,” I screamed, coming all over his face and hand. My body quivered with pleasure, and I almost didn’t realize what happened next. He was lifting me again in his arms, off of the bed. My legs wrapped automatically around his waist as he walked me to the edge of the room. I called out his name as the tip of his thick cock drove up and into me, my back pressed against the cabin wall. With my back secured, he lifted me by my waist as he pulled out, then lowering me back onto him, as he thrust back up inside me, and yet not all the way.

  “Fill me up!” I begged, and this time there was no holding back. He grunted, then moaned with pleasure as he finally allowed me to be his sheath. We pushed against each other until he filled me to the hilt. I was so full of him, and so stretched by him that it took my breath away. I wrapped my arms around his neck and twisted my fingers into his hair, as his cock moved inside of me, threatening to send me to Heaven too soon.

  “I need you,” Giles gasped, just before the pace of his thrust obliterated the possibilities of comprehensible speech.

  “Ah, ah, ah,” we both gasped in unison, as our sweating fucking bodies slid and sla
pped together.

  I opened my eyes to look at him, as another ball of heat formed inside my core. I could sense it getting ready to release. He was not looking my way, his eyelids were shuttered, his beautiful lips parted in an O and I saw him cum as his length found the back of me. I arched my back and screamed his name, then fell back against him as our bodies shuddered with the passing storm of our unified release.

  Still inside me, he carried me back to the bed, our eyes gazing at each other at close range.

  “I love you,” he said.

  “I love you,” I said.

  We lay on the bed, kissing each other tenderly for a while longer. Neither of us spoke. Eventually, we fell asleep, spooning. When I awoke a few hours later, I knew in my bones that it was over.

  I knew that Giles had gone.

  Chapter 10

  I was going to be the one to leave.

  He beat me to it.

  "I'll never forget last night," was all his note said.

  A jagged knife buried itself into my heart. And, despite the fact that I’d intended to do the same thing to him, it still hurt more than I could say.

  I cried for the next few hours, then finally got hold of myself.

  I called Brandy. ‘Giles didn’t make it,” I lied.

  I felt a deep shame about what I had done with my stepbrother. I couldn’t tell Brandy, even though she knew how I felt about him.

  And then life went on, with no communication whatsoever with my stepbrother. He’d gone AWOL, something about a job offer for the summer. It was as if our whole love affair had never happened. Only it had, and I’d never forget it, as long as I lived.

  A part of me wanted to think ill of my stepbrother for walking out on me the way he did. I wanted to imagine that the whole thing had been an elaborate prank, the ultimate joke, from an A-1 prankster. Seduce your stepsister and get into her pants. Ha, ha! But deep down in my heart, I knew that he loved me. I heard him say it. I'd seen his eyes as he said it. My core understood that he’d left me for my own good, that he’d walked away because he still loved me. But that didn’t make it any easier to bear.