HIM—A Stepbrother Romance: With BONUS NOVELLA: PERSONAL (5 page)

Chapter Eight

Bradley

I tried to play it off like it didn’t’ matter, like it didn’t mean anything that the very girl who haunted my dreams and always hung around the crevices of my heart, the very girl who disappeared from my life, wanted to join me in not just hot bubbling waters set in a romantic backdrop of winter wonderland, but in an activity that promises one to be almost naked.

I swallowed hard as my johnson tensed as if about to grow into a raging hard on. If I could just make it to those bubbling waters where steam and snowflakes could cover my intention.

Oh, the smile was as big as the Grand Canyon etched across my face. She couldn’t see it, though. So I sounded as flat as possible. “Sure, why not.”

The cold winter air slapped my senses into shape. The steam rose from the waters like a natural hot geyser. The contrasting temperatures made the transitioning into the water a slow one.

So I took even more time.

My ankle hurt like hell, but there was nothing that could shake off the smile from my face.

“Sir, uh, we have a few swimsuits from Clarissa if you wish, I could fetch one for her.” Eh, I didn’t care about Fox seeing my naked body. He’d seen so much in this home, nothing fazed him.

I nodded and kept my eyes closed.

“Excellent. Thank you.”

Clarissa, my bitchy ex girlfriend who could stand to eat a hundred cheeseburgers. She didn’t even hold a candle to Kate’s voluptuous body that every guy in the world would kill to have for one night.

My dick hardened thinking about how no doubt Kate’s double-d breasts would spill out of the top.
Oh this was perfect, indeed.

With my eyes shut, I couldn’t help but think back to the memory etched in my mind like a cow marker, blazed into the skin.

Her naked body.

Damn.

The door swung open and I turned around quicker than I meant to, like a dog hearing its owner’s whistle. It was Mr. Fox with a tray of our drinks and bucket of ice for my ankle.

I sipped the warm beverage as it brought heat to my weak limbs.

Finally, the moment I had been waiting for arrived. And there was no hiding my hard-on.

Normally, I would want whomever I was with to see it. It was a turn-on to them. But with her, it was different.

Kate

I undressed as my hands shook. My heart pounded in my ears and dashed down between my legs like a lightning bolt. Right now, tonight, hell,  this
morning
, Bradley wasn’t just my stepbrother.

Who was I kidding? He really wasn’t anymore.

He was my school girl crush, who was now naked in a hot tub in winter wonderland, with a backdrop of luxury that would  tempt and taunt any other girl like the most delicious sin.

The air was freezing and I shook as I draped the robe over a chair.

“Fu…fuck. Fuck. Fuck…that’s hot.” I could only get my ankles in the water. The frigid air nipped my skin and I was caught between a hot and very cold place.

Well, I needed to do something because everything hurt all at once.

I lowered myself into the waters unaware and uncaring of the moans and sighs the temperature brought naturally to my vocals.

I swear his eyes grew twice as big.

“So, you wanted to join me, huh?” He asked as he handed my drink towards me. It was just champagne, sans orange juice. “No juice?”

“Mr. Fox is trying to get you drunk, it seems.”

“Mr. Fox? Are you sure?”

“I may have tossed the OJ far, far away.”

“Hm…” OJ or no OJ, I needed the liquid courage to accomplish this task. There was one thing I couldn’t stop thinking about, his naked body so close to mine.

He sat a few inches from me. His back was to the ocean, my back to the property.

He reached for his phone and swiped at it. Suddenly the privacy shades descended and I felt a dangerous thrill surge through me.

“Now we’re alone.”

“Do…do they come out here unannounced?” I twirled a tendril of hair around my finger, nervous. But it made me look menacing, I knew. I regretted asking the question as soon as I asked.

“Why? You planning on going nude as well?” He winked.

“I…uh, was just…asking. Stupid, I know.”

He grabbed the Cristal out of the ice and topped my flute.

“You could probably leave it out of the ice and it would be just fine, with this crazy cold.” I laughed lightly.

He nodded, all the while his green eyes turned a liquid jade, and I swear he could have morphed into some shape-shifting creature with eyes like that.

Right. Well, now or never, before my desire and his good looks ravage me just like a wild animal.

“Um…Bradley…I…know a lot of time distanced us as a family. I used the incident as a catalyst and reason to stay away, you should know. I wasn’t comfortable with the Rainshaw lifestyle.” I found myself mumbling, nervous, not making any sort of sense.
Shit. I’m a fucking writer and I can’t even articulate right with a man like that sitting naked surrounded by all that steam, with small snowflakes teasing his strong muscles before dripping down his chiseled chest, mixing with his own glistening sweat that I bet tastes so salty and delicious. And down it all went below to the same bubbling waters we shared.

“Baby, I knew that.”

Baby.

That term of endearment heated my body like an icicle dropped into the middle of bubbling waters in Death Valley. I was silly putty.

NO, no, it’s the alcohol. Blame it on the alcohol!
my ego shouted at me like a small devil with a pitchfork on my right shoulder. But I knew it wasn’t telling the truth. There is no way ever undoing your childhood crush that you literally saw every night before you went to sleep because he smiled at you from your ceiling. There was no way you could shut out that obsession. Because it
was
an obsession! Just like any girls in the 70s would literally die to sleep with a Beatle, or any girl in the 60s with Elvis, Bradley was mine. And then he was really mine as family. Maybe he could
really
be mine tonight…

“Maybe it was a good thing you went away.” His statement shook me out of my thoughts.

I shook my head from my crazy rabbit trails in my head. My heart pounded in my ears as the heat and dizzying intoxication of the sexiness of him, the magic of the moment, the surreal-ness of the hour, left me feeling like I was on the craziest roller coaster ride at Six Flags. A good thing?

I could feel the perplexed emotion on my face as my chin tilted. His eyes lasered in on the movement as he clenched his jaw, as if he fought from doing something.

Doing something to me.

Please do it.

Alas, he slid closer to me and I held my breath. Please pin me against the side, make me a prisoner to your body. I’ll do anything. I want you. My insides screamed. Yet on the outside I knew it, I looked like a scared little kitten with doe eyes.

“Because of this.”

His strong hand reached for my dainty, fairy hand and placed it across
it.

Fucking
it
!

Oh.My.Freaking.God. It was huge. And he was hard. For me.

I felt him throbbing and stiff for me.

My breath quickened and my nipples hardened so tight I could swear the little tie on my back come loose a bit.

Chapter Nine

Bradley

I had to do it. It was just a tie and I just distracted her with my cock. It was delicious the way her innocent, weak hand wrapped around my shaft. The shock in her eyes, priceless. Just a small movement with my fingers to unravel her swimsuit strings, a bit. She’d never know. Her eyes sought the privacy shades and she began to pull her hand away, but my hand wrapped around hers once more, keeping her firm around me.

Kate

Feeling shy, I began to pull my hand away from him but he didn’t miss a beat. He kept my hand on him. I could feel him throbbing.

“This is what you do to me, did to me.”

Oh good Lord. Pools of heat shot down my body like electricity and I swear my nipples felt so hard they hurt. So hard that…oh my God.

My top fell off and floated in the water before diving down in the water to its own adventures.
Were my nipples that hard? Was I so in need of him my back arched and somehow…

The little triangles floated away before disappearing like a smiling and purring mischievous Cheshire cat. It flirted with the edge of the water before diving down past the bubbles to its own adventures like a little trickster fox. Shivers covered my upper body like a small little village of pleasure mountains. Brave snowflakes with the aid of the wind found their way under the covered terrace to kiss my searing skin, but there was one feeling that sent me over the edge.

His tender, wet lips across my shoulder.

They felt as soft as satin, but juicy and wet enough to reveal a slow, purposely teasing kiss, the trail of a tongue. Such trailing of small circles, made my pussy clench so hard, I swore I moaned in hot erotic pain. That slow circle teased me. He knew exactly what he was doing. Exactly. I held my breath as a flood of heat floated my way like a heat wave until his soft whisper registered in my eardrums. “There’s so many things I want to do to you right now.”

The confession of a lifetime. Words tried to form in my larynx. Words tried to form against my synapses. English? Spanish? Hell, just any sort of voice to signify
hell yes
, but nothing escaped because his teeth lightly bit my ear and I was seconds away from having to straddle him right there in the water.

Bradley

I had her in my hands. I could tell. Oh, I could tell I had her desire bubbling like these waters. Flashes of scenes so hot sizzled across the movie screen in my dirty mind, of all the wicked things I could to do to her. I could lick her dry until she quivered and begged me to stop.

I could do that right here in the bubbles, as the cold teases her and makes her feel everything.

Or I could take her back to my room, the very room where I fantasized about her a thousand times. I could tie her up and make her my prisoner.

I’m a man without very much patience. I’d waited this long for so many years for her to even speak to me. I wanted to be a gentleman, but I’m a man. In hot need for her fucking body and that sweet pussy she’d teased me with all these years.

That wicked video was imprinted in my memory like my very own name and social security number.

The way her blossoming breasts fell so naturally. The perfect shape and perfect size. All natural.

Her flat stomach and curvy hips. The way she sounded.

Damn.

I swear my cock just grew harder, about to explode at the thought that she was a mere second or so away from this; her naked breasts fell heavily as I teased her with the light trailing of my tongue across her shoulders.

Well, she hadn’t seen anything of what was possible. Of how I could tease and taunt her clit so slowly as her hips bucked, while she's all mine. I wanted to see her do that.

I wanted her to beg and scream my name to stop, that she couldn’t take any more gut-wrenching, body-filling pleasure.

But then I remembered something as I lightly raked my fingers through her hair and swept them over her shoulder to be bare, lightly teasing her once more with my lips and tasting the salt of her skin. Something very important I once learned of the female body—a woman is like a tea kettle that needs to be warmed up to boiling. Before they explode. Judging by her heightened breaths and soft moans, and the beads of sweat that dressed her shoulders, well, this was about to be a hell of a shrill.

Slow...And oh,
words
. Dirty words. Blush-worthy descriptive words. But most importantly, make things veeeeery slow.

Chapter Ten

Kate

“I love to sweat. It's so good for you. Ahhhh…” He moaned in utter relaxation.

Huh? What the fuck did he just say? Wait,
what?
My eyes snapped open like an unpleasant 5 AM wake-up call from a bucket of cold water splashing my face as he laid his head back.

You uh…were just like, kissing my shoulder. So lightly. And making me all hot and so wet as you bit my earlobe.

I immediately felt his dizzying absence as if a draft blew my way; the holy of holies had just left my side and I wanted more. I inhaled so slowly before exhaling, trying to take all of this in. After all, I’d just literally felt his cock like seconds ago. Or was it a minute or two? Time was standing still.

Feeling exposed and hazy all of the sudden, I lowered myself slowly just a bit in the waters to hide my hard nipples. More like sank like a deflated balloon. I let my own head fall lightly against the edge as my eyes took a small peek his way. His eyes were closed.

“You taste
so
salty. You know what else I want to taste? That's driving me fucking mad right now?”

Oh shit.

He finally opened his eyes and turned his shoulders a bit more toward me. I felt like an unknown weight tied to my body suddenly was freed and I was floating into the skies to meet the home of the snow.

My insides flinched as I thought about how it would feel to be taken by one of the most beautiful men in the world.

I bit my lip, letting the flesh slide between my teeth.

His eyes studied my entire being as if I were a fascinating subject. Or a science experiment. I couldn’t tell. I mean, one thing was for certain, I certainly was not a Victoria’s Secret model like his ex girlfriend, or any of other Hollywood starlets he dated.

It didn’t matter. This was just going to be like a hook-up, right? My last moment of glory before he and I went our separate ways as the estate was finalized and my mother moved on with her life? Right?

He went to get library books. For me. A gesture that’s cost him a swollen ankle. Surely that means something. Something…

Nervous but curious of what would happen next, I grabbed my flute and drank it quickly before setting it back down, emptying it. It was so surreal. Everything. And I didn’t know what to do or how to behave. Seduction wasn’t my thing. I felt like prey, a little rabbit in the hands of a skilled hunter. I didn’t mind to be skinned alive by him. All these built-up feelings and denial came flooding in like floodgates of Niagara Falls.

The distance and time away was like an ironclad chastity belt over my feelings: safe, secure, and not one ounce of a chance of being in harm’s way.

He held the key now and all possibility of safety went out the window.

He didn’t miss a beat. As I mentioned, science experiment. And like that, he slid a bit across the marble underwater bench to reach for more champagne, a gesture that caused his face to contort a bit from the obvious pain he was in from his-- oh shit, I totally forgot-- his ankle!

He could be missing a freaking leg and I wouldn’t have noticed. All I could think about was him being so hard. For
me
. I bit my lip again and quickly stammered in concern, “You, um, you should really ice that ankle. Isn’t, like, heat the worst for it?”

“I’ll ice it in a bit.” He was smirking, damn it, as he suddenly stood up on one leg giving me a full good look at it, as if he knew exaaaaaaaactly what he was going. Oh, he freaking knew. Holy mother, Moses, Josephine, and Jesus on a twelve layered wedding cake, I…uh…all of the blood from my heart rushed to particular two places, my face surely beet red, and down below, just straight to my lady center like a one way ticket from New York to Paris but on the express jet plane at rocket speed.

All the rumors of the celebrities and models, they notoriously talked about his member. Especially the drunken playmate on that stupid Howard Stern show. I know, I know…I wasn’t supposed to “know” any of this. But occasionally, I just knew and heard from friends in school who obviously didn’t know we were related. We don’t have the last name and, like I said, I acted like a way normal person unrelated to billions of dollars by marriage.

But now? Acting normal after I saw
it
in person? Holy hell no.

But they were definitely right. It was definitely long, and definitely thick. Of course it was. He was perfect. A Greek freaking god. Of course he acted the way he did in life with a cock like that.

I sat frozen like I swear a blow fish acts in the ocean when a giant great white shark passes by; it freezes and acts like it’s just a background in the murky waters. Yeah right.

Could I act like what I just saw didn’t faze me? Could I act unfazed? So I did my best. But not for long!!

Ugh!

Oh my god! I just saw Bradly Rainshaw’s HU-MONGOUS penis! I wanted to scream and tell all of my best friends from Texas.

He refilled my flute and set the Cristal back on the tray all the while with a goofy grin. But cocky, definitely cocky like the badass he was as if he was thinking, “Oh yeah, you know you want it.”

Oh, I do! I do!

Well, if he was going to play that game…I sat up
just
a bit straighter so that my nipples were
just
parallel to the water.

“Thank you.” I made sure to say it in a deeper voice, a more seductive one, like Scarlett Johansson, and I gave him a daring smile as if I didn’t notice “it” at all. But oh, he noticed my sitting up straight alright, as his dark eyelashes glanced down, and his chin did a slight nod. I could tell by the way he chewed the side of his cheek, that something was happening.

My heart beat like it had just personally drank an entire espresso store. That’s right, an entire store devoted entirely to espresso, and if it beat any faster, I just might die right now, I was just sure of it.

Pounding heartbeats traveled throughout my entire body, pounding in my ears like the loudest drums, and floated down below pulsating a need in my core so deep, that the ache was torture.

Oh Jesus, take the wheel and drive very fast. Real fast. As in, beam-me-up-Scotty fast, because I’m drowning quick in need and may just disappear or blow up. Whichever happens first.

Dear God, I wanted him so fucking bad. That gorgeous, erect, hard cock of his I wanted to suck so hard until he begged me to stop, that or fill me so deep that that dull ache would finally go away. I wanted to suck on his earlobe and whisper dirty things for once! And as he found his own release within me, I wanted to dig my fingernails into his strong back muscles and just lose control for once in my very so calculated and what has now become a very boring life!

But ‘boring’ has flown out the window faster than a crazed bird. This. He and me. Out in this nor’ easter, yeah, this has become something very interesting. But how interesting would it get? I sat up straighter, my nipples hardening so hard, it stung and if he didn’t kiss me in one more second, I was going to have to straddle him right now and put an end to my misery.

“Let's cut the bullshit, I know you want it.” God did answer my prayer fast. Shit. I held my breath to make sure I had just heard what I heard.

“I can tell by the heaves of your breath, your flushed cheeks. I know a woman’s arousal.”

“I'm just, umm... hot, because I’m in tub hot. I mean, hot tub. And it’s…co….cold outside. I’m freezing from the snow.”

His pouty lips curled into a sexy smile as if he knew I’d given the unspoken green light.

Stupid thing to say. Why did I just say that you got me all flabbergasted, and I didn't know what to expect about what would happen next! He was
Bradley
!

“You know, you're really cute when you try to hide your feelings. It's like you're itching for me to touch you again.”

There goes that bolt of electricity surging through me again, with poison as great as that of a cobra snake. My senses were gone. My reasoning, done. I was officially under his spell. Signed, sealed, delivered, raging hormones, I’m all yours. But I can’t let him know that! I can’t…

“I'm not hiding anything. I'm not! You are rather presumptuous, you know.”

A grasp on my heel. A firm grasp that hooked my heel like a hook secures a fish. Oh holy moly. It wasn't some ‘come here baby let me stroke your calf.’ Oh, hell no, it was ‘things are about to go down, and I'm in control. Hang on for the ride, baby.’ My pussy jumped up and down and did a toe touch, backflip, pike, double flip before landing a perfect Olympic gold medal award winning ten, I swear.

“I am a man who knows what he wants.” My firm grasp against the hot tub’s edge kept me from going under the water. And just like that, warm water flowed up to my already very heated kitty cat as he hopped his way in between my legs before grabbing my other heel, spreading me wide.

I gulped. I pounded.

I anticipated with every aware cell in my body on high alert. Oh dear God, this was hot. So hot.

In one swift movement, he had my body floating in the water, his hands cupped, my ass and his hard Johnson so close to me, just inches away, until it touched me. It was a small bump against my inner thigh, and I swear, the poke from him below was on purpose, to tease and torture the hell out of me.

Mr. Iron Man could easily bench press with one hand. He had such strong muscles, such control, such passion, such initiative, and I had never been in the hands of such a man. I already quivered.

“I call bullshit. I know you want it.”

“I was bluffing.” I bit my lower lip. Of course I want you to do anything you want to my body. I couldn't take this teasing any longer, I didn't want to lose this opportunity.

My pussy clenched and needed release like.
Now
. It was too much. I throbbed like a rumbling earthquake. I just needed to be touched down there by him now. Now!

“Say it.” His eyes were dark, the seafoam green eyes deepened into darkened pools of testy waters.

His thumb trailed up my inner thigh and rested right on top of my sex, covered by the thin swimsuit fabric. It was enough to have me crying out.

There was no more pretending or playing. There was no more hate, no more avoidance, just built-up passion that was ready to explode like a volcano.

Speak, for crying out loud,
my heart cried out!

I nodded, it was all I could do. His tantalizing touch rendered me frozen. As I finally caught my breath, he slowly swiped over the fabric once more. Finally, a moan escaped my tight lips. I was panting, in damn hot need.

“I want you to want me.” His grip tightened around my leg, and all I could think about was being so close to him, so vulnerable, open. I wanted him to fuck me right now. He was so close to me. This Greek god was before me, naked, and the only thing separating us was this water.

“I do. I do.”

He rested his palm at the lowest part of my abdomen, and with mischievous eyes, he slowly turned his hand sideways where his thumb could peek just below the fabric.

“Please.” I was panting.

The touch was mind-blowing, crazily mind-blowing, and I wanted him to rip the fabric off of me. He slowly dipped his thumb into the hood of my clit while his other fingers worked to untie the swimsuit. And just like that, I was a free woman. Completely naked before him. He slowly trailed his finger into my folds, just the slightest touch causing my entire body to clench up from pleasure. Every part of me begged for him to touch harder, to touch more. He licked his lips as if to hint.

“I want you to say to me that you want my mouth on your clit.”

“I don't talk like, I don't, I'm not....” I was breathing hard and could barely speak as he rubbed me faster. Oh dear God, I could come already.

“Don't you want to feel me licking you, making you see stars?”

I nodded and couldn’t take the torture any longer. His touch sent me over the edge.

“Didn't say it.” He shook his head and lightly laughed. He stopped all touching and I wanted to cry. “Let that prude mouth of yours beg for my tongue to lick generously across your clit.”

I've never said out loud dirty things like this in my life. But I wanted it like hell.
I want that. I want it!

“Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I cried out as his thumb teased me once more. I was swelling in sweltering need by the pounding second, growing so tender to the touch.

The sensations caused my head to thrash to the left and right. A scream wanted to escape my clinched jaw. Sure, no one could see us behind the privacy shades, but the noise…well, that was another story. And if he really was going to do what he was teasing about doing, well, I may not be able to be quiet.

Hell no.

His touch deepened, as if he knew exactly where to touch me. The touch left me wanting, begging for him to finish as the feelings were escalating, a climax around the corner. So soon, but it was him! And he was so hot.

“I can promise you may have a hard time containing your sweet voice, just as you are now. I'm a man who knows what to do. Exactly what to do, down there. With my tongue.”