RICH BOY BRIT (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (36 page)

“You sure?”

“Yes,” I said as another bout of nausea hit me. I had to stop eating food that made me sick.

I stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes, hoping to feel better and hoping that Tyler would be gone by the time I walked out. When I opened the bathroom door, I was surprised to see him leaning against the edge of the door, his hands on his hips.

“You’re not okay. You’ve been sick for almost a week now.”

“I’m okay,” I told him as I tried to push him aside and head to my room. But he followed me, and before I could open the door, he had opened it. Once I walked in, he locked the door and leaned against it.

“You need to tell me what is wrong. I want to help you feel better.”

“You don’t need to worry about anything. It’s probably just a stomach virus or something. Don’t worry about it,” I said, dismissing him. For a few moments, neither of us talked, then he broke the silence.

“Why did you go out with Jason today?”

“I didn’t know that was a crime.”

“Well, he’s a ladies man, someone I don’t want my sister dating.”

“Correction: stepsister. You’re in no position to tell me who to see. I don’t tell you who you see, Tyler. Besides….”

But he didn’t let me complete my next sentence. He took a few wide strides and was standing tall in front of me. He pulled me against him and planted his kiss on me. At first, I planned to resist, still smarting from seeing him with Stacey. But I let my body take control of my emotions, and for a few seconds, I forgot all about Stacey and Jason and kissed him back. He held me close to him, and we found ourselves against the wall of my bedroom.

“Tyler,” I murmured, but he was not in the mood to take things easy. I guess the thought of me with Jason must have made him mad.

“Baby girl,” he said as he took off my clothes faster than I can and dropped his sweat pants on the floor. “I’ve missed you,” he said to me as he held my bare skin to his, our skin touching and generating more warmth.

“I missed you too,” I said without thinking. I missed him a lot, actually.

His need for me was urgent, and before I knew what was happening, I was on all fours on the ground, my ass facing up and his cock rubbing my pussy, making me wetter by the minute. His other hand grabbed my breasts from underneath as one hand guided his cock into my pussy. Once he completely penetrated me, my entire body froze for a second at the sheer joy of getting his dick inside me. He noticed I had stopped, and he stopped too.

“No, no, please fuck me, Tyler.”

He didn’t need any more prompting; his cock went to work, digging, thrusting, and pounding my pussy until I was begging for mercy.

“Yes, please, some more,” I screamed as I took him deeper, my pussy tight around his cock and vibrating. He began to pump even faster, pushing so deep inside me I knew I’d come any second. I yelled as one thrust hit me so hard I swear he found the most sensitive spot in my body. We fucked like it was the last time we’d do it, pushing and pulling our bodies in unison.

“Fuck,” he yelled over and over again as he pounded me repeatedly.

“Yeah,” I yelled, and as he continued to fuck me, the warmth brewed until I felt myself explode in orgasm. He was not too far behind; he screamed my name so loudly that I thought the neighbors would hear us.

“Jenn!” he screamed one more time as his cum flowed freely into me, filling my up like it usually did.

TYLER

After we came, I collapsed on her as I always did, smelling her hair, which reminded me of jasmine. After a few minutes, we lay on the carpeted floor, trying to catch our breaths, my brain overthinking.

“So what are we going to do about us?” Jenn asked.

Her question surprised me, and even though I had been thinking so hard about what to do about us, I hadn’t made any final decisions. All I knew was that I didn’t want another man next to her, and I didn’t want to be without her. Complicated decisions.

“I don’t really know,” I said. Truly, I didn’t know. I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t know how to get it. I knew I wanted more from her, but I didn’t know how to let her know that or how it would work out.

“Well, I do,” she said, causing me to sit up to listen to her.

“Okay?”

“I like you,” she said, telling me something I already knew. “Do you like me?”

“Of course I like you, too,” I said, wishing there was a way I could untangle the real feeling I had for her and tell her that I liked her more than just the like she thought. I liked her, like…I loved her. The realization of how I felt for her shocked me.

“But we can’t keep fucking each other in secret,” she continued.

I nodded. I knew where this was heading. She was going to stop sleeping with me because she was with Jason, something I didn’t help by seeing Stacey. I couldn’t really blame her for wanting to move as far away from fucking her stepbrother as possible. And then, of course, she would like to have her own life, like move on with Jason or whoever she wanted. That was only reasonable. I had to agree with her, even if it would kill me.

“You’re right, we can’t,” I said, waiting for her to complete her train of thought.

I wouldn’t be able to survive watching her hang out with another man while I still wanted her so badly. This should have been the moment I stopped her speech and held her in my arms and confessed to her that I truly wanted more from her and that we could try to work things to our favor. Maybe she’d even admit to liking me, or possibly, liking me a little more than just as a stepsibling. I could work with any amount of love she had for me.

“And the thing is that if Mom and Dad find out what we’ve been doing, we would be in trouble forever. I don’t want to lose your mom’s trust, or my dad’s, either.

“No, we can’t let that happen.”

She was right about that. Since we were messing around with each other so much at home, we were bound to slip up one of these days and say or do something we shouldn’t.

“I think we need to think this thing through and do the right thing.”

I nodded. I knew what she was trying to say—we needed to stop fucking each other and go back to our old lifestyle. But that was impossible. I could never do that. It wasn’t what I wanted. All I wanted was to hold Jenn tight in my arms and tell her how much I wanted her to be with me, as my girlfriend. We could tell our parents we were dating. After all, we were both adults and not blood related. I didn’t see how that would hurt.

“And I’m sure you already know what the right thing is,” Jenn said, looking at me, her eyes full of excitement.

I was confused about why she would be excited about not having sex with me. I guess she was ready to move on with Jason or someone else and probably just wanted to finalize things with me before she did that. I tried unsuccessfully to sound cheerful. “I do, and if that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll do.”

“Great, so what I want us to do is…” she started.

I braced myself, but instead of speaking, she got up and ran to the bathroom. I could hear her throwing up in the bathroom. Maybe she needed to see a doctor to take care of the bug. I ran after her, all snippets of our conversation forgotten. Maybe another time, but right now, I needed to make sure she was okay.

JENN

I was in the bathroom, the third time in three consecutive days I had been sick, wondering what was wrong with me and annoyed by the timing of my nausea. I was just about to tell Tyler that I wanted him so badly and wanted to see if he was open to us making our relationship public. I kind of thought he would be open to that since Stacey was just a distraction he didn’t really care too much about. I knew Tyler would get over Stacey as quickly as he got into her. It had taken me all night to come up with the best way to tell him what we could do to make things easier.

Initially, I was going to tell him that maybe we should slow down on fucking so we wouldn’t get into trouble; then I realized it wasn’t what I really wanted. I needed him, and if I gave him up that easily, I wasn’t really fighting for what I wanted. So I decided to ask him if he wanted to be my official boyfriend. If he didn’t want to, I could laugh it off as a joke and go to plan B, which was discontinuing the fucking completely. But I was cooped up in the bathroom sick, and I didn’t know if I’d ever have the courage to finish my statement.

“Jenn, you okay?”

“Yes,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, and then I said a tad bit louder, “Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

“Sure,” I said as I rinsed my mouth one more time and left the bathroom. Like he had said, he was right outside, and when I stepped out, he offered me a mint.

“This should help calm your belly.” I nodded and gratefully took the mint. “So, do you think you should see a doctor? You could be sick.”

“I could be sick, except I’m not sure what I’ve eaten that could have made me this sick most of the week.”

“You ate me?” he said, trying to crack a joke, but his words caused an alarm to go off in my head.

“Shit!”

“Shit what?” he said.

“I did eat you,” I said.

“You mean my cock is making you sick?” he grinned.

“No, I mean your cock could have made me pregnant.”

“Damn!” he said, his eyes wide.

“Yes, hot damn,” I said.

“But your period? Don’t you know when you’re safe?” he asked.

“I do, but I haven’t done a good job of keeping track. It’s not like I was sexually active before you,” I said, annoyance creeping into my voice. I hadn’t even confirmed if I was pregnant or not and my hormones were going crazy.

“So, should we do some sort of pregnancy test?” he asked, looking at me, his deep brown eyes unable to hide the uncertainty in them.

I was going to start preaching about how we should have been more careful and how he should have been more careful since he was the older of us, but I decided against it. We were already panicking. No need to make things worse.

“Yes, that would be good,” I said, getting up and putting on my shoes. “Coming to the pharmacy with me?”

We quickly dressed and drove to the nearby pharmacy. I picked up three different pregnancy tests, each one designed to tell us the results of the test in a different way. I couldn’t look the cashier in the eye as she rang up the tests, especially since there were all sizes and shapes of condoms next to the pregnancy tests. The irony. Nonetheless, Tyler grabbed a pack of extra-large condoms, and I smiled inwardly when the cashier looked at us, eyebrows raised. I could tell she was wondering how big he could possibly be, or maybe she was wondering why we were buying three pregnancy tests and a pack of extra-large condoms at the same time. I looked at Tyler and winked at him. He smiled at me, and I knew we would figure things out, one way or the other.

When we returned home, I ran to the bathroom, eager to pee on the pregnancy sticks. One part of me wanted the results to be negative so I could move on with my life. A small part of me wondered what would happen if it were positive. Would Tyler and I have to set up a home together? Yet another part of me didn’t want to know yet what the results were. That part won; I decided against trying the tests immediately. I walked back into the living room where Tyler was impatiently waiting for me. He looked at me expectantly.

“I changed my mind about doing it now. I think I’ll wait until the morning. The first morning pee is more accurate,” I said, knowing that even though that was true, it was highly unlikely that all three tests would give me an inaccurate test. I was dreading knowing the truth, as I knew it would change a million things.

“Do you think you can wait that long?” he asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Why don’t we just get it done so we can get it over with?” he suggested.

He had a point. If I was pregnant, it would not change just because I waited overnight. “I really should,” I mumbled, looking at him and tearing open the test, my hands shaking.

“Can I watch you do it?” he asked, coming close to me and holding me in his arms. He wanted to support me.

“If you insist,” I said and kissed him on the lips. “I would appreciate it if you do.”

“You know, before you take the test, can we talk a little bit?” he said as he took the test away from me and put it on the table beside us. “Come sit with me.” We sat down on the sofa. “Earlier, you were about to tell me how we should do the right thing, but you stopped because you had to use the bathroom.”

“Yes,” I said. I had run out in the middle of a sentence to throw up.

“Can we finish that conversation so the results of the test don’t affect what we really think we should do?” he asked.

I nodded. It was his right to know how I felt about us, and I was glad he had brought it up. “Well, I wanted to let you know that I care so much more about you than as just a brother.”

He nodded and cut me off. “Me too, Jenn, me too. And I can imagine how hard this must be for you.”

“So, I wanted to ask you if we could stop fucking in secret and make our relationship open.”

“What do you mean?”

I realized that he might not have been expecting me to ask him indirectly to be my boyfriend and to let the whole world know. Maybe I was asking for too much. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. It’s just that I wish there was a way we could truly be together.”