Cocked: A Stepbrother Romance (41 page)

“I love this perfect fucking ass,” I said and slapped her skin.

She let out a moan. I slapped her ass again, leaving a red mark, and she began to buck her hips back up against my hard dick, riding my length. I knew she liked it when I was rough, but I didn’t realized just how much she wanted it.

“Fuck yes, take that dick.”

“Again,” she moaned.

I slapped her ass, loving the sound.

“Oh, fuck. Harder.”

I slapped her ass again, harder, then pushed her face down against the comforter and began to thrust into her rough. She’d had enough fun and I wanted that pussy; I wanted to make it mine. She moaned loudly as I pulled her hair, slamming my cock deep into her, beating her pussy up. I wanted her to remember my dick for the next few hours, and she didn’t seem to mind.

I grabbed her tits and squeezed her nipples, and she kept her ass up in the air for me as I moved into her. I rocked myself in and out of her sweet, wet pussy, moving faster and slower, making her moan as loudly as I could. I loved it, loved having control over her body.

She looked back at me as my pace increased, slamming in and out, thrusting my cock into her deeply. Her lips were slightly parted, and I could see her body beginning to tense. I reached around her hips and began to stroke her clit in time with my thrusts.

That was it. She began to come again from the pressure on her clit, and that pushed me over the edge. Her body writhing and her moaning drove me crazy. As her muscles tensed and her back arched, I could feel myself explode into her pussy.

The sweet nothing, the incredible blank pleasure of an orgasm flooded through my body, and there was only Bren and her perfect pussy wrapped around my dick, and her moans and her skin, and I kept thrusting, helping her come as hard as I could.

And finally, slowly, we both came down.

I slipped myself from her and collapsed onto the bed.

“Colin,” she said, breathless.

“Yeah, I know.”

She put her head on my chest.

We lay like that, breathing in deep, letting the post-fuck glow crawl all over our bodies. Usually, I’d be getting into the shower and trying to hustle whatever skanky bar whore I had brought home out of my place, but there was nothing else I wanted in the world than to stay in Bren’s bed and to feel her heat against mine.

“That was....” she started, and trailed off.

“Yeah, it was.”

“I can’t say a complete sentence.” She giggled.

I laughed. Her giggle was so fucking cute.

“You’ve got sex brain.”

“You fucked the stupid into me.”

I laughed. “I banged your brains out.”

“Ooh, good one.”

I could feel her smiling.

“You know—“ she started again then stopped.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s weird.”

I looked at her. “Weirder than ‘you fucked the stupid into me’?”

She laughed. “Okay, probably not.”

“So, go for it.”

“Well, it’s weird. You know that it was Davin’s fault that Dad is going to adopt you, right? In a way, it’s his fault that I just let my future stepbrother give me the best two orgasms of my life.”

I felt my whole body go still. “What?”

She looked up at me. “Yeah, Davin suggested that Dad adopt you.”

“How do you know that?”

“Dad told me.”

“When?”

“Not long ago.”

“No, I mean, when did Davin tell your dad to adopt me?”

She thought for a second. “Right around the time I was coming home.”

I felt like someone shot me in the chest. My muscles tensed as rage replaced whatever contentment and joy I had been experiencing.

Davin. That mother-fucking piece of human garbage shit. That cock-sucking swine, that piece of rodent waste.
He knew this would happen
, I thought.

There was no way Davin would suggest O’Brian adopt me unless it somehow benefitted him in the long run. There just was no way that he would do something that would help solidify my position. And he was the only one in the world that knew how I felt about Brenna. He knew that I had a thing for her and he probably guessed that I wasn’t over it.

And he wanted me to become her stepbrother.

This was his plan all along.

I looked down at Bren, horrified.

“What’s going on?”

“Davin wanted this.”

She sat up, looking at me like I was crazy. “What are you talking about?”

“That’s why he suggested the adoption. He knew this would happen.”

“How could he possibly know that?”

I clenched my jaw. I couldn’t tell her. “He just did. He’s a snake, Bren.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Davin would never, ever suggest O’Brian do something that would favor me over him. He just wouldn’t. So, why would he want O’Brian to adopt me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he’s not as bad as you think.”

Bren began to wrap the towel around her, and I knew I was losing her. But I was too angry to explain myself properly, too beyond-pissed to pull myself back in and try to salvage what was happening.

“It’s his plan, Bren. He’s a snake fuck.”

“I think I’m going to take a shower.”

“Bren, listen—“

“It’s okay. Really, it’s not a big deal. I’m just covered in sweat.”

I sighed. “Fine, okay. But I’m not making this up.”

She looked at me for a second, and nodded. “I believe you.”

The tense anger lessened slightly. I leaned forward and took her face in my hands and kissed her softly on the lips. She didn’t pull away.

“Thanks. I’m going to fix this.”

She nodded. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I trust you.”

“Okay. Go shower.”

She gave me another long look and nodded again. She stood, towel wrapped around her body, walked out of her room, and moved out into the hallway.

I watched her go. I had to get myself under control. Davin wasn’t the enemy; Fabrizio was the bigger threat. I had to deal with him first, and then I could figure out what to do about Davin and the adoption.

One fucking thing at a time.

I pulled the condom from my dick and wrapped it in some tissues.

I
looked up at the ceiling and could feel him sleeping restlessly next to me. It was already pretty early in the morning, and although I hadn’t slept much the night before, I felt wide awake. There was an ache between my legs were Colin had worked me the night before, relentlessly bringing me to orgasm and letting me dip back down to normal. I had never been with a man like that. People always talked about being insatiable, but Colin really was starving for me, and didn’t let up.

And I loved it. The ache in my pussy, everything.

I slowly climbed out of bed and wrapped a robe around my body. I tiptoed out into the hallway and down into the kitchen. The house was silent and empty, like I had expected it to be. I was nervous about Dad catching Colin and me, but I knew it wasn’t likely. He barely lived in his own house.

I regretted the shower after the first time. I didn’t know why I needed it. I probably just needed a few minutes away from him. It was just too intense, what had happened between us. And frankly, his anger had scared me a little bit. He nearly flipped out when I told him about Davin, and I didn’t exactly understand what was going on there. I decided it was better if I didn’t push.

I put on a pot of coffee and sighed. There was so much happening around me that it was hard to keep it all straight. I was being chased by my psycho ex-boyfriend who happened to be an Italian gangster, and I was fucking my soon-to-be adopted stepbrother. Added to that was all of the politics and normal dangers of being an Irish Mobster—all under my own dad’s roof. Who also happens to be the Mob’s boss.

As the coffee brewed, I walked to the front door and pulled it open. I didn’t see the newspaper on the ground, but something caught the corner of my eye. I looked up and saw a huge knife, like the sort of thing a commando from an action movie would use, stabbed into the center of a piece of paper. It was like something right out of a horrible dream.

With some effort, I pulled out the heavy knife and read the note.

No more playing around, Brenna. I’m coming to get you very soon. Tell your daddy I said hello. – Vince

My jaw dropped. I could barely breathe.

Sometime during the night, Vince had been outside of my house. He had been close enough to stab a piece of paper to the front door and we didn’t even know it. Suddenly, I realized how exposed I was standing on my own front stoop and ran inside, slamming the door shut behind me and locking it tight.

I read the note again, over and over, and knew it was from him. It wasn’t a prank or someone else. It was his handwriting. It was the way he would word it. I could practically hear him saying the sentences in his Long Island accent.

Quickly, I ran upstairs, fear lancing through me.

“Colin,” I called out, opening the bedroom door.

He stirred.

“Colin,” I said again. He looked up at me and smiled.

“Morning, Princess.”

“He left a note on the front door.” I was breathless and staring at him.

“What are you talking about?”

I held up the knife. “He stabbed a note to the front door.”

That got his attention. He sat up and took the knife from me, weighing it in his hand.

“What’s it say?”

I held the paper out to him and he took it. He read it over a few times and sighed. His hand was clenching the knife.

“That motherfucker,” he said.

“He was here, Colin. Right outside our door.”

“He can’t get in—“

“He was right there!” I felt frantic.

Colin dropped the knife onto the bed and stood up, wrapping his arms around me.

“It’s okay, I know. It’s okay.”

I wasn’t going to cry. I wouldn’t let myself cry. But I was angry, so fucking angry that my psycho ex had followed me, so angry that he wouldn’t leave me alone. And I was angry that I couldn’t take care of it myself. Worst of all, I felt better in Colin’s arms.

“I’m sorry, Bren. This is my fault.”

“How is this your fault? This is Vince.”

“No, I’ve been distracted. He should never had gotten anywhere near us.”

I moved away from him. “This isn’t your fault.”

“Nice of you to say.”

“Cut it out.”

“I should have been on the roof, or out watching the front door. Not in bed fucking you all night.”

Memories from the night before returned to me, flashes of pleasure, skin, and more.

“I’m not sorry about that.”

He grinned. “Yeah, neither am I.”

“What are we going to do?”

“First, we’ll check the security tapes.”

“Security tapes?”

He nodded and started walking into the hallway. I followed him, keenly aware that he was in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. He moved like a trained fighter, ready to duck and dodge at any second.

“This building is practically a fortress. There are cameras all over the place outside. Plus, blast-proof walls and windows, and a state-of-the-art alarm system.”

“I knew it was safe. But a fortress?”

“That’s why your dad wanted you here. They could plant a bomb on the front stoop and we’d still be fine. Except for maybe that little decorative glass window on the front door.”

I followed him to the end of the hall and he opened a door that had once been a closet when I was a kid. Instead of old blankets and towels, there was a bank of computer screens and a keyboard.

I stood outside of the door while Colin sat down at the keyboard and woke up the monitors. It was cramped inside and hot as hell from the equipment.

“This was a closet when I was a kid.”

He laughed. “Your dad made a lot of changes around here after you left.”

“I can see that.”

As the screens woke up, I saw that they were live images of the outside of the building. Colin scanned the screens and seemed to be content. He turned to a monitor to his right and began to type. I watched as another video popped up.

“Okay, this is last night’s camera feed.” He pointed at one of the monitors. “It’s that camera. If Vince came up to the front door, we’d see him on this.”

He began to fast forward through it. Cars zipped by on the screen and people walked down the sidewalk, but nobody came remotely close to the building. I leaned against the doorframe and watched.

Colin cursed. “There’s nothing on this tape.”

“What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “He doesn’t show up.”

I watched as he rewound it back even earlier and scrolled through it. In the beginning, when it was still light out, more people came by and way more cars zoomed past. But as the sun sank, the crowds thinned out. We watched as the minutes ticked by in seconds, and nothing unusual appeared on the screen.

“There’s no way,” Colin said.

“Are you sure he’d show up on this one?”

He nodded. “Absolutely. Let me try a different view.”

He typed some more and another video popped up. This was directly out of the front door.

“Okay, he couldn’t have hidden himself from this one. He has to show up here.”

We watched again as the night scrolled by. The quality of the camera in the front door wasn’t as good, but everything still came through clearly. It probably took a lot of storage space to keep every minute of every day as a video recording. It made sense that the quality was as low as possible to save on space.

Suddenly, around three in the morning, a black blob appeared on the screen and then disappeared. Colin stopped the tape.

“Got him.”

He rewound it again and played it at normal speed. I gasped as a figure suddenly appeared in the left part of the screen. He wore a black hooded sweatshirt and a black ski mask pulled over his face. We watched as he held something up against the door and jammed a knife into it. Then he turned and walked away, disappearing off frame.

“That was him,” Colin said.

“But he wore a mask. That could have been anyone.”

He shook his head. “It has to be him.”

He started typing again and pulled up another video. I stood there watching as he went through three more video feeds, but didn’t find any evidence of the man in the black ski mask.