Thief: A Bad Boy Romance (35 page)

The shirt hits the floor, followed quickly by kicking off my shoes and letting my suit pants drop. Maddie’s eyes go wide as she narrows in on the thick bulge tenting the front of my black boxer briefs. Her legs open wider as her hand slips down over her torso again, teasing over her hips and dipping low across the edge of her bikini line, just shy of her pussy.

I hook my thumb into the waist of my briefs and yank them down, grinning at the way her jaw drops a little and the way her eyes open just a bit wider as my cock springs out, thick and rock-hard.

“You want to watch me too, huh?” She swallows heavily and nods. I let my briefs fall down my legs and step out of them as I slowly bring my hand down and wrap it around my shaft.

“Takes two to tango, princess,” I say darkly, my eyes dropping to where her hand is just shy of touching herself. She nods, and slowly, her hand moves across her skin, over her mound, and I groan, letting my hand stroke up and down my shaft as her finger slips wetly between her lips.

Madison moans as her trembling fingers slide  over her slit, parting her lips as she teases her opening with a single finger. I growl as I watch her, this fucking goddess spread out on the bed in front of me wearing heels, stockings, and pearls with her hand stroking her pussy.

It’s like every possible erotic daydream come to life as one perfect reality.

I start to stroke my cock more purposefully as I watch her, reaching down with my other hand to cup my balls as Maddie starts to stroke a finger in and out of herself. She’s writhing on the bed, moaning as she gets more into it.

“So this is how you ‘take care of things’ yourself, huh?”

“M-hmm,” she moans, her eyes locked on my throbbing dick in my hand.

“And what
exactly
were you thinking about when you did.”

She bites her lip and grins at me, “That’s staying a secret.”

“Little tough to play the ‘secret’ card while you’re playing with that sweet pussy right in front of me in the Lincoln Bedroom, darlin,” I grunt out, stroking faster as I watch her fingers slide in and out wetly as she grinds the heel of her hand into her clit. “Besides, I already
know
you were thinking about me.”

“I was not,” she whispers, her voice shaking and her breath coming ragged.

“You were thinking about that night; that
first
night.”

“
Yes
,” she whispers out haltingly, her voice high and her eyes fluttering shut.

I feel my whole body start to go rigid as I watch this fucking
angel
of a girl start to go to pieces beneath me. She’s the single sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed, and  every muscle in my body starts to clench and tighten as my hand pumps my cock faster and faster. I know I won’t be able to control myself much longer, standing there with my cock in my hand stroking it to my
stepsister
, while she lays out naked beneath me playing with her tight, wet,
perfect
pussy.

I see her toes start to curl, her chest rising and falling rapidly with halting breaths. er face flushes red as her panting and whimpers start to reach crescendo. She’s about to come, and there’s nothing in the fucking world I want to see more.

“Play with that pussy for me, Maddie,” I growl out, feeling my own orgasm start to build like tidal wave deep in my core. “Finger that tight little pussy while you dream about me burying every thick inch of my fat cock inside of you.” Her eyes fly open right before it happens, and as they lock onto mine, I just say three words that push her over the edge.

“Come for me.”

It’s a
demand
I growl out, and suddenly her whole body seizes up and erupts as she cries out her orgasm.

It’s the moan that does it for me. It’s that
moan
that I’ve been dying to hear that tugs at something primal inside of me, and it’s more than I can take.

With a roar, I feel the orgasm tear through me as my cock lurches in my hand. I groan as I pump rope after thick rope of cum across her, and she’s cries out, her body shuddering in another climax as it lands hot and thick across her stomach, her hand, and her tits.

The knocking on her door has us both whirling towards the living room through the open double doors of her bedroom.

“Madison?”

Jesus fucking Christ, it’s Emma.

“Madison, is your phone off?”

Maddie’s face is white as clears her throat. “Um, what is it?”

“It’s dinner time!” Emma calls through the locked door.

I grin and Maddie rolls her eyes. “I’m not hungry, thanks!” She calls back.

“Oh, well, I mean it’s time for
the
dinner? The dinner your mother scheduled last week for the whole family before her press conference tonight?”

I frown,
the whole family?
There’s two of them.

Maddie frowns at me and shrugs, but then Emma calls again. “She just sent me up to make sure you’re coming. She and Alec and Dexter are already sat and waiting.”

Oh FUCK. That
dinner. The one even
I
was reminded about only about four hundred times. The dinner my dad was adamant I attend, because he and Eleanor apparently have some sort of news for us.

Because that’s what I need in my life at this point: more surprise news from those two.

So yeah, family fucking dinner. The one Maddie and I are apparently late for because we’ve just been masturbating for each other in her room.

No big deal.

She swears under her breath as she jumps out of bed and looks at me with wide eyes. “
What do we do!
” she hisses, her face white.

“I vote for
not
walking out as-is, for starters,” I grin, nodding down at my still-hard cock and the cum glistening across her skin.

“Oh, you
think?
” She glares at me and springs from the bed, and I frown at the sudden change from vivacious, wild Maddie back to the nervous, bristling version of her that she hides behind.

“Look, relax; I’ll just take the secret passage from your living room.”

She freezes before she whirls on me. “
Secret passage?
”

I grin. “Did I not mention that?”

“Are you
serious
?”

I shrug. “It’s the the Lincoln Bedroom suite at the White House, doll.
Presidents
have slept here; of
course
there’s a secret way in and out.”

She shakes her head at me. “And you’ve never thought to
mention
this to me?” she hisses under her breath.

“Hey, I like coming in the front door,” I grin with a knowing wink. “But if you prefer, I’ll take the backdoor next time.”

She wrinkles her brow. “You’re a disgusting pig.”

“Says the girl with my cum all over her tits.”

She goes bright crimson and starts to open her mouth to say something, when Emma’s timid knocks come again.”

“Madison, I hate to rush, but it
is
somewhat urgent.”

“Okay!” She calls out. “I’m just going to shower real quick!”

“Oh, well…” Emma trails off as she clears her throat. “They’re all actually waiting already, Madison. Dinner started thirty minutes ago. It’s casual of course, so just throw something on, okay?”

Well so much for that idea.

Maddie glares at me as she reaches for a towel off the back of her bathroom door and starts to clean herself off. She looks up to see me looking at her with more interest, not to mention a cock that’s far harder than might be warranted given the situation.

“
Fine,
take your stupid secret passage, and
get out
!”

“I’ll be out in a minute, Emma!” she yells as she dashes into her walk-in closet.

I roll my eyes at the way she’s frantically tossing clothes around as I casually tug my pants back on and reach for my shirt. This might be new for
her
, but this ain’t
exactly
my first time making myself presentable for something like dinner with the Major after leaving a girl’s bedroom.

“So, see you at family dinner then?”

I dodge a hurled Louboutin heel from the closet, which I assume is going to be my only answer as I head for the bookshelf in her living area, and the shadowed exit behind it.

Y
ou know
that dream everyone’s had where you go to work without shoes on, or school naked? The ones where everyone’s pointing and laughing at you, and there’s nothing you can do as the shame and the fear and the feelings of being cornered just wash over you?

Well, walking into the White House dining room to have dinner with your entire family when you can
feel
your
stepbrother’s cum
drying on your skin under your clothes?

Basically the same feeling; the same feeling but not a dream at
all
.

Each step feels like an anvil hitting the marble floor, each beat of my heart like a symphonic bass drum booming across the ornate and historic room. It’s like every eye in the room is burning a hole right through me to the dirty, filthy little secret burning like a hot coal in the pit of my stomach. And every eye there has this sharp, accusatory pierce to it, as if they
all know
what just happened.

Which, of course, is ridiculous. I know the reason for my mother’s frosty look as I timidly walk into the room isn’t because she has any remote indication of what just transpired in my room with Hunter, it’s because I’m thirty-seven minutes late to a dinner she went out of her way to let me know was important.

“Sorry I’m late,” I mumble out, feeling my face burn as she gives me one of those token ‘arched brow, long sigh’ looks of hers. It’s the same look she made headlines for when she gave it to that obnoxious guy on that news show that asked her during the primaries if she felt like being a “woman who couldn’t hold onto her own husband” made her a strong enough candidate.

Yeah, that guy pretty much handed her the election with that one. She sent him flowers when she won.

But it’s a look that’s somehow both witheringly sharp and disappointed at the same time.

“I— I lost track of time,” I say, wincing at how lame it sounds.

“It’s fine, Madison, just have a seat please.”

Hunter, who’s somehow managed to both beat me here and end up looking like he had a personal stylist make him look great on the way down from my room, smirks at me as I walk red-faced to my seat across from him.

“Nice to have you, Maddie,” he says with a big grin and a knowing wink.

His father turns and scowls at him. “Watch it, Hunter.”

“Dude you got here like five seconds ago,” Dexter says, twirling his fork in his hand.

I shrug apologetically at Alec when he turns and smiles at me. “Sorry, really,” I say.

“It’s quite alright, Madison,” He says with a genuine smile. “This place confuses
me
with all the scheduling and the time tables!” He winks conspiratorially at me, and I instantly feel a little sigh of relief roll through me as I take my seat.

Of course, it’s a temporary relief. Because I’m still sitting at the dinner table trying to smile at the whole family with Hunter’s fucking
cum
still sticking to my skin under my hastily thrown-on dress. I’m also
praying
that I don’t look as sex-tousled as I feel with my hair up in a quick ponytail and the feeling of heat still radiating through my face and pooling between my legs.

God, I can’t believe we just did that
.

I can’t
believe
that I freaking
let
us do that! But there’s a worse part than the fact that I’m sitting here, at dinner, with my whole family, with my stepbrother’s cum still on my skin.

The worst part is that in
spite
of all that, in spite of the shame and the embarrassment, and the nagging feel of how wrong this all was, I can’t deny that I’m still
glowing
about what just transpired upstairs.

Yeah, I might be sitting here  with Hunter’s cum still warm against my skin, but I
love
that it’s there. And I’m
achingly
wet, even as the food begins to come out of the kitchen as the memory of what we did still glows hot in my mind.

God, what sort of pervert does that make me?

“So, why the big show about all of us eating together?” Dex says, ever to-the-point as he shoves lasagna into his mouth.

His father glances at my mom, who looks like she’s about to say something before Alec puts a hand over hers on the table and turns to smile broadly at the rest of us. “We— we have an announcement.”

Jesus, another one?

“Didn’t we do this already?” Hunter says, smiling away in his seat with that charming, blue-eyed soldier boy look he turns on for the world. It’s his good-boy-next-door look, the one that looks wholesome, and charming, and cultured.

It’s the look that covers up the devious, raw, unbridled animal inside; the Hunter
I
know.

Alec shoots him a look that says he sees right through that Hollywood smile of his, but my mother just laughs, as if Hunter’s just made the
cutest
little joke.

“Well, Hunter,” she says, chuckling and putting her fork down. “It
is
about the engagement, actually.”

“We’ve decided we’re going to tell everyone,” Alec says, squeezing my mother’s hand.

I frown. “Right, yeah we’ve been over this.” There’s a little nagging feeling in the back of my head, but I ignore it as narrow my eyes at my mom. “You’re telling everyone later this summer, when—”

“We’re going to tell them now, actually,” she says evenly.

My jaw drops, and I see Hunter jerk his head around as that little smirk on his face drops.

“
Seriously?
” Dexter says, dropping his fork.

“Yes, Dexter,” Alec says, turning to grin at my mom as he squeezes her hand. “We’re quite serious.”

My mom smiles at the three of us. “We’ve done some quiet polling, and the PR team says it shows a
lot
of positive response.” She turns her gaze to me, and her looks softens. “And I can’t wait anymore, honey,” she says quietly. “I’m tired of the secrets.”

Ugh, tell me about it. I just masturbated for my stepbrother while he came on me.

Yeah, let’s
talk
about secrets, shall we?

I swallow as I shake my head, trying to process this all. “Wait, so, what does ‘now’ mean?”

“It means tonight, actually,” mom says, taking a deep breath.

“Wait,
what
?”

“At the press conference, honey,” she says with an excited grin on her face. “That’s why we wanted all three of you here for dinner, so we could tell you before we told the press.”

I let the fork drop from my hand. “You’re kidding me.”

“I’m not, honey,” she says quietly. “And we want you guys there when we tell the world about our new family.”

I feel the floor start to spin a little under my feet as I slowly turn and let my eyes focus across the table at Hunter. Hunter who looks about as surprised as me, but somehow manages to arch a salacious eyebrow at me as he lets the corners of his lips curl up in a wicked,
knowing
grin.

“When we tell the world.”

The
whole world
is going to know now. The entire world is going to watch on television tonight, or read in tomorrow’s paper that my mother and Hunter’s father are going to get married.

Wonderful, now the whole world is going know that Hunter Ryan is my fucking
stepbrother.