PLOWED: A Stepbrother Romance (Bonus Story: Gripped) Page 4

  I want to keep the boundaries of my relationship with Haylee within their hard limits, even if the edges are fuzzy as fuck. Sure, Haylee and I are siblings now, but…it’s just not the same. Cora is my blood sister and I’ve never once thought of her the way I think about Haylee. Constantly. And often in graphic, shocking ways.

  We arrive at the club and it’s packed to the ceiling. However, the VIP lounge affords a lot more space and privacy. Some of Miley’s friends are already in the lounge, and I don’t miss the way most of the men’s gazes rake over Haylee.

  Jealousy rises again. Intense and insane. I want to gouge out their eyes with my bare fingers, rip my blazer off and cover Haylee. Sling her over my shoulder, caveman-style, as I march her out of this place.

  “Are you with Miley?” asks one of the ladies in the group. There are black streaks in her long blonde hair, and when the rotating dance lights are cast our way, I notice her eyes are hazel. She looks as expensive as all the other ladies here in this group.

  My brow creases in confusion. “Yeah, I came with her…”

  “No, I mean are you fucking her? Are you, like, her new sex toy?”

  “Nope. Just her gardener.”

  Her interest in me dims for a moment. Then her gaze rakes over me. Whatever stupid rules she probably has about not fucking guys not stacked with cash flies out the window. Her lips curve into a seductive smile and she edges closer to me on the leathery seat, sliding a hand along my leg. I look away from her and catch Haylee watching me, a soft groove in the middle of her forehead.

  Huh. She looks kind of…jealous.

  When our gazes meet, she’s the first to look away. After downing her drink, Miley launches to her feet and screams, “Let’s dance!”

  She wraps her fingers around my wrist, her super-long fingernails scraping my flesh. For a slight woman, she’s freakishly strong. With one quick tug, she’s got me on my feet, dragging me away from her blunt friend, down the stairs to the dance floor below.

  On a raised platform are six showgirls. They dance and shake their glittery, feathered behinds to the heavy bass thumping around the room. A few people have a mini-freakout when they see Miley. The rest pretend they’re accustomed to a superstar dancing in their midst.

  I try to keep up with Miley’s wild movements, but as the lights in the club dim, she wanders away to dance with someone else. The room gets darker, the music louder, the mass of heated bodies swaying around me even thicker.

  The high-point of the alcohol buzz hits me. A sexy dark-haired girl with hot red lips and a dress to match dances in front of me. Just as I realize it’s Haylee, she turns and pushes her body back against me, gyrating her hips to the music so her ass rubs my front.

  “Fuck,” I groan. I caress her hips and waistline as we dance. My dick is painfully hard and I’m certain she can feel it with the way she’s grinding against me. I want to ask her why she’s doing this to me, especially after all her talk about inappropriateness. She's someone who likes to play with fire then blames the fire when she gets burned.

  I’m not doing this again. I wanted a simple life when I moved to L.A., but Haylee’s presence makes shit complicated, let alone her hot and cold behaviour. I’m tipsy, but I’m not stupid-drunk. If we carry on like this, I’ll have no choice but to give her what she’s asking for when she grinds on me like that.

  I put my hands on her shoulder and gently push her forward, away from me. She spins around and the momentary flash of light on her face shows her confusion and hurt. It’s on the tip of my tongue to apologize, but there’s no need for me to do that. I did the right thing. The appropriate thing.

  I gotta get out of here, I think. I’m already pushing my way through the crowd toward the exit. I’m still horny as fuck and since I won’t be getting any tonight, might as well catch a cab home and tug one out in the shower.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Haylee

  “Where are you going?”

  I didn’t mean to sound so hysterical. I think I’m still momentarily deaf from the loud music playing in the club. Outside, there’s hardly any sound save for the distant whir of a car’s engine. The night air ghosts over my skin, reminding me that eighty percent or so of me is exposed due to my short, skin-tight dress.

  Connor looks up from his mobile phone, mid-dial. His gaze roves over me for a second before he returns his attention to his phone, his forehead creased in a scowl.

  “Home.”

  “Why?”

  He turns a glare on me. It’s strange to be at the brunt of Connor’s anger. He’s usually smiling at me or teasing me. It’s weird. I’m often annoyed by his persistent good mood but now that he’s pissed off with me, I’m anxious to be back in his good graces.

  “So I can jerk off because my stepsister’s a fucking tease.”

  I fight the instant sexy imagery of Connor’s hand on his cock, working himself to climax. No, I can’t think about that. I shouldn’t.

  “It was just dancing,” I mumble.

  Up ahead, a cab comes into view. Without responding to me, Connor flags the cab down. As he bends to let the driver know where he intends to go, I scurry into the backseat.

  “What the hell are you doing?” he demands when he gets into the cab beside me.

  “I’m going home too.” I shrug. “These shoes are killing me.”

  He exhales, the sound of a highly frustrated man.

  “You’re a real pain in the ass.”

  “It takes one to know one, buddy,” I retort.

  The rest of the drive continues in silence. When we finally make it inside the cottage, I toe off my heels and sigh in relief. Connor stalks into the kitchen, shrugging off his blazer and slinging it over a kitchen chair. He pours some water from the tap, glaring at me over the lip of the glass as he drinks.

  “It was just dancing,” I repeat, folding my arms beneath my breasts. “I don’t get why you’re so upset about it.”

  He sets the empty glass down on the counter with a heavy thunk.

  “That was not just dancing, Haylee, and you know it.” He approaches me, his blue eyes still dark with anger. “Stop fucking around with me.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I know exactly what he’s talking about. I say one thing and do another. I tell him we can’t kiss or flirt, then I basically fuck him with our clothes on in the club.

  How can I explain myself? When I saw that woman touching him, I got jealous. I wanted his undivided attention. It’s so unflattering the more I think about it. Imagine how much worse it will sound if I say it out loud.

  “Oh yeah? Then let me show you.” There’s a determined glint in his eyes and just as I’m about to respond, he circles me, standing right behind me.

  “Connor—” I step forward, but he tugs me back so I’m pressed against his front like we were in the club.

  “See, I don’t think you understand what touching you does to me, Haylee.” His mouth is level with my ear so his tantalizing voice fills my head. “Sometimes, just looking at you makes me want you so bad I think I might go crazy.”

  Dear god. If there’s a record for the fastest time a woman can get wet, I think I’ve just broken it. I can’t move. I’m gripped by his words and his honesty. I don’t think I’ve ever inspired that kind of need in a man before and that power makes me heady.

  I gasp when his mouth descends on my neck. A light trail of kisses that make me close my eyes on a shiver.

  “You’re my stepbrother.” I don’t know why I say that. Maybe it’s some part of me that still wants to come back from whatever we’re about to do.

  “Yes,” growls Connor, pulling me harder against him so I can feel his rigid length. “But I’m still going to fuck you.”

  His lips find my neck again, his hot tongue caressing that sensitive point where my pulse is ticking faster than ever. Sliding his hands up my arms, he pushes the straps of my dress off my shoulders. I slip my hands free of the straps, moaning when Connor’s big hands push down th
e front of my dress to cup my bare breasts.

  “You have the most perfect tits,” he says softly, fondling my flesh. His cock twitches against my ass as if in agreement.

  “Oh god, Connor,” I whimper when his thumb and forefinger pinch my nipples. Each tweak sends a shot of heat straight to my pussy, making it clench in desperation.

  Enveloped by his arms, I am cloaked in his warmth and delicious scent. Despite all my high-and-mighty talks about us never happening, I want nothing more right now than for Connor to be inside me.

  I turn in his arms, fling my hands around his neck and reach up on my tiptoes to kiss him. It’s as if he’s been waiting for me to do just that. His lips are hungry and demanding as his mouth claims mine in a hard, hot kiss that makes my entire body melt.

  I can’t believe I’ve been denying us this all this time. I feel so stupid now, so remorseful that I’d not relented more often. The kiss from a few days ago is still burned in my mind but it is being overwritten by the heated kiss we’re sharing now.

  His hands are on my ass, mashing me to his front. Even though we’re as close as we possibly can be, I want to be closer still. I want to feel his skin against mine. I want his thick cock, buried deep inside me, stretching me while I cry his name.

  My fingers make quick work of the buttons on his shirt and he chuckles against my lips as I push him backward toward a chair.

  “Haylee, this is really inappropriate,” he teases.

  “Shut up.”

  He laughs and kisses me again. This is wrong. So very wrong, but we both want this. If there are any regrets, let them happen tomorrow or some other day. Tonight, Connor is all mine.

  I push him down onto the chair the instant I get him out of his pants and boxers. Holy fuck. I can’t look away from the massive appendage jutting out from between his legs. It’s a long, rigid, veined mass of flesh that makes my pussy wetter and tighter with anticipation the longer I look it. I want to touch it and taste it and ride it for as long as he’ll let me.

  Connor bends and retrieves a condom from his pants pocket. I pluck it from his fingers.

  “I’ll do it,” I say, moving to my knees between his legs. I’ll use any excuse to touch his cock. And I think he knows this judging from the look of satisfaction on his face. Or it could be he likes the sight of me on my knees before him.

  I circle his cock with my fingers, marvelling at the way his flesh is hot and twitches in my palm. It’s an effort to grip him, and when I give him a few exploratory pumps, Connor groans and winds his fingers into my hair.

  “I want to put it in my mouth,” I say, gazing up at him.

  “I’ll never say no to that,” he says, his voice gravelly. He guides my face closer with his hand at the back of my head. “Go ahead and suck it, baby.”

  I don’t hesitate. My mouth covers the sloped head of his length in seconds, sliding down the shaft until I can’t suck anymore. Connor grunts, tightening his grip in my hair as I slide back up with a vulgar, wet sound. When I glance at his face, his are eyes squeezed shut and his lips are partly open.

  Pleased with his reaction, I take him into my mouth again. I wrap my fingers around him as best as I can—which is saying something. Connor’s girth is equal parts exciting and terrifying. Working my wrist, I pump him, bobbing my head up and down his length. I make sure to swirl my tongue around the sensitive skin at the top of his cock.

  I’m not usually this ardent sucking a guy’s cock. And to be fair, I’ve only ever done it for one other man, so it’s not like I have a world of experience to pull from. But the more I work Connor with my hands, lips and tongue, the more he groans and twists his fingers in my hair, the greedier I get. I want more of him. More.

  My pussy throbs with heat and need. I’m so wet, I can feel my juices smeared on the insides of my thighs. This is enough. I can’t wait anymore. I slide my mouth off of Connor’s length and reach for the condom. As soon as I’ve finished rolling it on, he hauls me up from my knees onto his lap.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you,” he says just before he captures my lips in another sexy kiss. I can’t wait either. We’re at the point of no return and not once have I even considered turning back, anyway. His tongue slips into my mouth, curling with and tasting mine, every sweet slide sending a spark of heat throughout my body. His sheathed cock is still hot and hard and prominent between us, twitching impatiently.

  I whimper into Connor’s mouth when he works his hand down between my legs. I’m still wearing my dress and thong, but it’s too late to get out of them now. Connor’s thick fingers find my hot, wet centre, slipping past the flimsy lace of my thong and into my entrance. My pussy clenches around his fingers greedily, accepting him but wanting more.

  “You need to spread your legs a little wider if you want to take all of me,” he growls.

  “You’re so fucking full of yourself,” I reply even as I do as he says.

  “Don’t worry, baby. Soon, you’re gonna be full of me too.”

  Pulling aside my thong, he raises me up so that the head of his cock rubs against my entrance. Incapable of waiting any longer, I sink onto him. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders as each hard centimetre of his cock pushes into me. I pant with the effort of filling and stretching me. Part of me is a little unsure I’ll be able to manage. Connor groans, nuzzling my neck when I finally take his entire length inside me.

  “Fuck, you feel amazing on me, Haylee.”

  I nod in response as I slide my fingers into his hair and kiss him. He feels just as amazing inside me too. My body adjusted to the breach, I move on him slowly. Raising up just a little then sinking back down, gyrating my hips too. Every delicious slide of his cock eggs me on to ride him faster and harder. It’s not long before Connor’s hands are on my hips, bouncing me up and down his length.

  I’m in control riding Connor on the kitchen chair. But I need him driving into me harder. I’m on the edge and I want to fall off it screaming.

  And as if sensing this, Connor pushes to his feet, and lifts me onto the sturdy kitchen table, his cock still buried deep inside me. My legs slung over his powerful arms, he doesn’t wait. As soon as my back is flat on the table’s surface, he leans into me, plows me with brutal force. My breasts jiggle with the force of his thrusts and when he releases one of my legs to circle his thumb over my sensitive nub, it’s my undoing.

  “Connor…oh…god…Connor…” I cry as intense heat and shivering takes me over.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he growls. “So gorgeous when you’re coming on me.”

  My inner walls convulse around his cock, squeezing him rapidly. My entire body shakes as the waves of pleasure roll over me. And yet he doesn’t stop fucking me. Groaning my name, he continues to pound into me, each drive forward extending my release. I sink my fingernails into the tablecloth, twisting it so tightly that I’m sure I’ll rip it.

  I’m panting when I’ve come down off my high. Connor slows his pace then leans down to lick my breast. I jerk at the sudden sensation of his hot mouth on my flesh and he laughs softly at my reaction. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him into me as much as I can. God, it’s like his tongue knows exactly where to go. It curls around my nipple, lapping me into a whimpering mess, each caress making me squirm with increased need.

  “Harder…please,” I beg, squirming beneath him. He’s pushing into me so slowly I feel like I’m about to go insane.

  “I’m all yours, sweetheart.” He kisses me hard, then raises himself up. His gaze is half-lidded as he smooths his hands down my body. “I’ll give it to you harder. I hope you can handle it.”

  Connor is definitely a man of his word. Curving his hands up under my knees, he pushes my thighs back so I’m spread wide before him. I feel so vulgar like this, so exposed. But I love it. I revel in this moment that Connor’s cock owns me right now, ramming into me powerfully, each forceful thrust deep inside me pushing me to my next surrender.

  His thrusts become less even, more fervent. He’s thic
kening, hardening, and I know he’s about to come. But I get there first. My mouth opens on a long moan, my back arching as I’m held in the pleasurable grips of climax.

  “Oh…fuck…fuck.” He grunts and leans forward, still moving inside me as my inner walls pulse around him, pulling him over the edge with me. Finally he comes to a stop, sagging on top of me.

  We’re both breathing hard, and my heart feels like it’s trying to launch itself out of my chest. I wrap my arms around him, holding him against me, wishing that we could stay like this forever. I’m still coasting along on post-orgasm bliss, but deep inside me there’s this quiet feeling of anxiety as a new realization burns bright and clear.

  I’ve fallen in love with my stepbrother.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Connor

  I’m falling in love with Haylee.

  There. I said it. Now maybe I’ll get some peace. Maybe thoughts of Haylee will stop taking up all the space in my head.

  Or maybe not. Now that I’ve accepted I’m in love with her, thoughts of her leave a stronger impression on me. Her soft voice, her sweet smell, her sexy, curvy body held tight in my arms.

  I’ve never felt an intense attraction to anyone like I do with Haylee. Not even with my ex, Lisa.

  And I suppose that’s the dangerous part. The stronger the feelings, the greater the heartbreak. Haylee and I can’t be together. We’re stepsiblings. Furthermore, she’s been avoiding me since that night after the club a few days ago. What does that tell me? She regrets what we did.

  I’m pissed off by this because I don’t. I’ll never regret that intimate connection we shared. As a matter of fact, if given the chance to do it again, I would.

  This is bullshit, I think, as I tug the hose along, spraying water on the plants. I wanted a simple life after my ex. A year and a half in, I’m already head over heels for another woman likely to tell me the same things as my ex: she doesn’t feel the same way about me as I do about her.