Stepbrother No More Page 3

  My hips naturally rolled allowing him to enter me deeper. I wasn’t sure how much of him was in me but I sure felt a whole lot of hardness in me, feeling tight, reaching deep with in me and I sighed out into the room as his hot lips muffled my cry.

  This was hot!

  I ran my fingers through his hair as our hungry kisses couldn’t get enough of each other.

  I cried out as I clung to his shoulders, feeling every ounce of him in me and I never wanted to ever be without him ever again. I knew right then and there I’d never love another. It wasn’t just lust, it was love.

  He grabbed my waist and held me even deeper and I felt a place in me that tickled as I heard my voice reach moans unrecognizable like an animal in heat in the wild. “Oh my fucking god! Oh...my god!”

  “Yeah...” his voice was husky as he lifted me up and then took me deep again, this time I took over. I picked up my pace and rode him deeper and harder as I came from my sensitive clit rubbing against his abs.

  His kiss suffocated my cries as I held tightly onto his shoulders. I was coming. I saw fireworks! Heaven and earth have stood still as my heart rate escalated and I found myself collapsed, limp in his arms. Held secure and loved.

  His own moan signaling he’d come as I felt the evidence warmly fill me. It was everything I hoped and dreamt it would be.

  I was now a woman.

  It was the greatest birthday present ever.

  “Happy birthday to you.”

  “Happy birthday to me.” I said breathlessly.

  His soft kiss trailed my face as he lightly stroked my hair. “I love you Kelly.”

  “I love you, too.” I admitted. I really fucking did!

  “No, I mean, in a weird Woody Allen film-ish type of way. You know I wish we could be together.”

  “You do?”

  “Of course, I do. I mean this respectfully and please hear what I have to say, it has nothing to do with your mother. But, my dad is a cheating man. I’ve known this for ages. Trust me.”

  My eyes widened. I knew he cheated on his former wife with my mother, but the way my mother always had described it, they didn’t love each other any more. I never counted on him actually being like a chronic adulterer.

  “We can keep things secret. This can be our special room. And one day, we can be together. Like, for real.”

  “You think so?”

  “I know so.”

  “And you’re sure you know what you want? You’re only twenty.”

  “Love knows no age. All great loves know that. Besides, you’ve seen all the great films—all great loves know their love young.”

  “Let’s just hope no one dies.” I joked thinking about Romeo and Juliette.

  I remember going to sleep that night feeling absolutely blissful. The way he touched me, the way he knew just what to do to my body. And we were going to do it again. Be together again. That’s what he promised me. And he loved me! He told me he loved me! He felt the same way I felt about him!

  I didn’t sleep a lick that night as I re-lived every ounce, every moment we shared in that dimmed theater room that we vowed to be our secret place. I wanted my mom to be happy, sure. But if Mr. Grace truly was a cheating bastard, I wanted my mom to be saved of that.

  Our hookups continued hot and passionate, unlocking a love for writing romance that kept me up on the weekends and fueled my passion during the week to keep me through the intense prep school program.

  By the time I started my freshmen year at USC, Kyle was a senior after taking classes during the summers. We were off holding hands under the blanket of stars on Millionaire’s beach when I got the call.

  “Sweetie. I’m leaving Rick. He’s fucking his secretary.”

  I gasped and stole a sideways view at Rick. He was right.

  “But don’t you worry, honey. I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. I made sure to secure my future. Our future.”

  I didn’t want to make her feel bad or rub it in my mother’s face but I wanted her to know I was okay; I had found love, real love. And he wasn’t like his father. But there was no way I could tell her that, just yet.

  “I’m sorry, mom. I really really am. You deserve better.”

  “Well, I guess karma is a bitch. Don’t ever fuck a married man. It’s not like I ever really meant to. I mean, he told me that he and Eleanor weren’t even living in the same house. But still. Don’t do it.”

  “I won’t trust me.” I wanted to tell her that I knew he was a serial cheater but I didn’t want to do that.

  “What?” He mouthed towards me.

  I held up the phone so he could see who was calling me.

  MOM.

  He nodded. He knew. I reached for his shoulder to steady myself. He lovingly secured my hand and watched my every reaction.

  “Are you at the beach?”

  “Yes. I am.” A warm smile hung on my face. I wanted to tell her I was in love. That this whole relationship wasn’t ever in vain. I had found real love and we loved each other. Because of him, I found my passion. Because of our love, I already was seeing a screen play of mine filmed in a student production summer project. But only time would give me that blessing and opportunity to share with her.

  “Look, I know how much you liked Kyle and y’all loved watching movies together in that fabulous theater den.” She dramatically narrated before she sniffled, I knew her well. She did not want to cry. She wasn’t a very emotional woman; I knew she must be mourning her fabulous rich Beverly Hills mansion, and her black AMEX Mr. Rick Grace card more than the man himself. “God, that was a fucking fabulous home.”

  A hah. I knew it.

  “Don’t you worry about me, sweetie. We’ll be fine. But we are officially moving out okay?”

  “Okay, Mom.” Even if I did sleep there during the week, she’d never know it. The mansion was so freaking huge! But she didn’t know I spent my nights at Kyle’s flat near the campus. No one knew except my cat. I didn’t want to spread any insidious rumors that could follow Kyle’s promising career as a Hollywood Director and Producer.

  “And don’t you worry about me. I’m fine. I promise. I’m actually going out with my friends now.”

  “Well, you should.”

  “Okay, well, look. I am here for you if you need me. A shoulder to cry on. Oh, right. You said you were out with a friend at the beach. Who are you with?”

  “Oh, just a friend.”

  “Oh. Right. Okay, well I love you sweetie. I’m sorry. Okay, well, I’m going to go now. I love you.”

  I didn’t have to say a thing. He knew it. He could feel the weight lifted off my shoulders. I was instantly lighter, brighter. He lifted me up and swung me around. My legs wrapped around his waist, my arms draped around his shoulder. Happy tears poured down my face. “We’re free! We’re free!”

  He laid me gently on the sand and we crashed into each other body, soul, mind and spirit. Laughing, me crying a sigh of release and relief. Every night before I went to sleep since I was eighteen, I prayed that God would make a way. He had to. Kyle was my soul mate and there would never be another for me.

  “I told you it would one day happen.” He kissed me gently as he lifted me on top of him. Once teenagers, now adults. I was now twenty, he twenty-two and we still were in love as ever.

  We went public one year later after my mother already snagged another fiancé, a French fiancé and she jetted off to the land of romance, leaving the two of us just Kelly and Kyle. No one knew our history. It was always a secret. Well besides Mr. Grace and he died of a heart attack soon after. No one wanted to say it, but speculations were that he died while being intimate with “the younger woman” he had an affair with. And Claire the former bitch step sister, well, believe it not, she gave her heart and matrimony to Jesus and joined a convent in Spain. She probably was tired of the ways of cheating men and the lust of the land in the sparkling hills, in the city of Angels. But she confessed she was happy. And she was happy we were happy.

  Five years later, the
night before the Golden Globes where Kyle’s show was up for an award, he asked me to marry him at a private romantic dinner on the beach. I thought we were celebrating his nomination.

  “When I win tomorrow, I want to thank my fiancé for inspiring me in her beauty. Her inside beauty and her outward beauty.”

  I’ll never forget that out of body feeling of that moment when he won. Being in an award show I’d seen all my whole life, sitting there at a grand table with my lover and best friend, and now I was to be his. His name was finally called and I couldn’t stop the proud tears from falling.

  “I want to thank my soon to be wife. My God-sent blessing. My beautiful inspiration. Thank you for your love.”

  As I smiled as big as I could, I secretly thanked God. And then I thanked my mother.

  Thank you mom for marrying Rick.

  Thank you Kyle for your love.

  I love you always and forever.

  I’m so glad you were right.

  I’m so glad you were right.

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  Excerpt from Twister and Shout with My Step.

  As soon as I saw him, my entire being froze. I thought I had prepared myself, rehearsed over a thousand times in my mind to look calm, normal, composed, but damn! Seeing him in his own little world, no doubt humming a tune before turning his sexy gaze my way locking eye contact with me, well my knees went weak and I held onto the stairwell in absolute necessity. I could not fall tumbling down the stairs! Talk about a grand entrance! Every hair on my body froze in attention. It was the sensation of an ice bucket being poured over your body without warning.

  It was a sudden chill and I sucked in a cool breath of air before clenching my jaw and smiling his way.

  Jake stood out like that. He was handsome all right, but one forgets how handsome until standing face-to-face. Girls and women, young and old, couldn’t stop staring at his tall broad shoulders that glowed of confidence and with his good southern charm; he sure was a catch.

  It was impossible to miss the 6’3 pure steel cowboy.

  His arms were folded making his muscles protrude under his tight white t-shirt. I quickly scanned the room, clearing my throat, looking for Mom. Maybe she was in the restroom.

  “Hey you!” Jake side hugged me while running his hand over my hair, messing it up, like pure brotherly fashion.

  “Hey!” I leaned into him with a big goofy grin catching a whiff of the smell of fresh ivory soap. His favorite. It was mixed with a fresh cologne that made me want to take another whiff, but then I would look like a dog. That or obsessed. So I teased him.

  “Wow, you showered?”

  “Just for you.” He winked as he released our hug. Every bit of my being was aware of his absence. The warmth now growing instantly cold from the airport AC. Or was it something more?

  “I was a mess. Hauling all the hay earlier. Come on. I think you’re carousel three.”

  I had an immediate visual of him shirtless in his wranglers, jamming to his favorite country station.

  Hauling hay.

  Damn it.

  I had to shake my head freeing me up from the photo my roommates were going bonkers over. Some friend of his was over and snuck a peek IPhone photo of Jake in his tight jeans, boots, cowboy hat, sans shirt. He looked just like a model seen on the covers of books. He was that hot. There he was standing, raising his forearm over his forehead to wipe the sweat dripping down his face. His cowboy hat raised just slightly, giving a good tease of his long wavy locks. She posted #hotcowboy up on Instagram as a joke but the next thing everyone knew, it went sort of viral ending up on people’s Pinterest boards, and of course, his personal Instagram profile was tagged. After all my friends saw it, they went on and on about the photo. I’d seen it over a dozen times and had to bite my tongue.

  “Holy fuck, he’s hot?”

  “Man, I would let him do anything to me just to feel those muscles gliding over me.”

  “He’s a piece of art!”

  They would go on and on and on.

  “Okay, stop it! He’s my stepbrother!” I’d try to change the subject.

  “Yikes. How do you even think straight with that hottie roaming around?”

  “He’s a horse trainer so I don’t. And like I said, he’s my step brother!”

  “Wow, even sexier. He knows his way around a saddle. And hey, he’s not blood.” They’d joke and laugh about it saying the same thing every other day as they’d ask to Skype with my hot step brother. Jake made me the most popular girl it seemed in my last semester of school.

  Yeah, those were the comments from my schoolmates I tried to erase from my memory. Those ideas, “Hey, he’s not blood”, were what got into my veins, surging throughout my consciousness, tempting and luring me to consider the possibility.

  But it’s just a picture. It’s just a picture. Yet, why did a picture like that invoke such feelings inside of me? I had to shake it off and ignore the strange longing. I shook my head to free my strange thoughts.

  He grabbed my carry on bag and led me along in the way southern boys do. Taking control and protecting, leading and guiding.

  “So where’s Mom? Since I forgot to charge my phone last night, it’s been dead since this morning.”

  “Ah, figured. She’s been calling me all morning worried about you. They got held up an extra day since their flight was delayed on their romantic getaway.”

  “Those two lovebirds. Glad they’re still at it. I should call her once my phone charges.”

  We were now side by side and his aura was so strong, it was if we were walking arm in arm, but we weren’t. My body was just such on high alert next to him, I suddenly was without words. He was talking, but I wasn’t hearing him. All I could do was think about how I felt and the butterflies in my stomach that had returned until finally we made our way out of the airport and the gust of warm wind reminded me of my senses.

  “It’s damn hot!”

  “Yep. Well? All hail the conquering graduate from the swanky east coast preparatory school. Sorry you’re back at the farm for a bit, Yank.”

  I elbowed him teasingly and we were back in our familiar flow and my nervousness took a back seat for a bit as we transitioned back into our normal banter.

  But once in his truck, the nerves came visiting back like a fresh spring rain in April that promised May flowers. I sighed. Was this my fate for the next two weeks? Constant nervousness?

  Or would something else bloom? I nearly moaned out loud, annoyed at my inner banter so I rolled down windows and welcomed the scent of freshly mowed grass in the rolling plains. I couldn’t help but to close my eyes and inhale the sweet grass, mixed with the smell of livestock. It was a smell I never knew I would actually enjoy. I unbuckled my seat belt to feel even more free and at ease. We were almost home anyway, and I needed to really breath. It was all beginning to feel too restrictive, all this thinking, pondering, and feeling.

  And even in doing so, I could feel his eyes on me. That instinctive knowing.

  “Looks like you can’t take the Okie out of the Eastie.” He wore an easy grin.

  “Ah, you know this place grew on me. In fact, I did miss that smell, you know. And the quiet.”

  “Tell me about it. I don’t know how you get anything done up there with all them liberal high strung stressed out—”

  I stole a teasing glance his way and felt my self blushing at his dimples. His strong forearm so steady at the wheel. His other free arm secured out the window. We always had these debates; these little fun banters and it made me truly feel like home. “Yeah, well, I’m sure they feel the same about you rednecks in the south.”

  “Midwest.”

  I sighed a sigh of good cheer. It felt so nice to be back. And I couldn’t help but to feel happy to see him, in an easy way.

  His finger trailed along the flat screen of his Iphone changing his play
list as we took a wind down a familiar street that would yield ten miles of quiet views of more scenic vibrant land of summer green. The light breeze carried his fresh scent of his cologne and I inhaled deeply surveying it all. But suddenly, a pothole caused me to slide his way crashing into him, from the sharp turn, and from taking my seatbelt off.

  “Whoa!”

  My hands naturally fell across his strong biceps and the other across his strong quad to steady myself.

  Damn did he feel strong! It was as if I had touched a hot stove, I quickly removed my hands.

  “Opps! Sorry about that.”

  “It’s okay.” I could barely muster.

  The heat of his body against mine, the feel of his skin, it was all I could take before I quickly slid away back to my side of the truck, my arm back on the side of the door. My heart pounded from the sensation of being so close to him like that.

  I searched for a quick distraction and suddenly the dark rain clouds that congregated in the distance was just what I needed for a new conversation starter. I cleared my throat.

  “Would you look at that cloud formation? It’s...beautiful yet eerie.”

  The eclectic happy music made the view seem a picturesque scene, one that invoked a sense of awe, yet there was something more ominous and looming about it, something greater than any happy music could cover.