Forbidden: A Stepbrother Secret Baby Romance (2 page)

Why is it always the stubborn women who get to me? I throw my arm out, again at the last possible moment, wrenching the doors apart and stepping out into the hallway. "Hey!" I say to her.

She stops walking and turns around. "Yeah?" she asks, a little forceful attitude to her words.

She's pissed I made her work for it. I like it. "You coming upstairs to fuck me or what?"

She looks mildly embarrassed but recovers well. She marches back toward me, her tits bouncing up and down in her too-small dress. She pushes her body up against mine on her way back into the elevator, looking up at my face challengingly. "Well, if you want it that badly, I guess I can."

Who the fuck does this girl think she is?

CHAPTER THREE

TESSA

Despite all of my bold talk, I'm a little nervous as the elevator doors open directly onto the top floor penthouse. The wall of windows showing the glinting city lights beneath me gives me vertigo.

Or maybe it's the four martinis sitting in my stomach.

The truth is that I've only ever been with Paul. We met in college. I lost my virginity to him. I'd found myself wondering quite a bit lately what it would be like to be with other men, daydreaming about it. But I'd never followed through, not even once on our many, many breakups.

Man Beast pushes past me with his liquor bottle and marches into the living room. "Sit on the sofa," he barks at me as an order.

I feel a rush of pleasure at being told what to do by him. "Are you some kind of software developer or something?" I ask, stalling.

He shakes his head. "No questions, no names, no phone numbers," he replies tersely, setting the bottle of Jack on a wooden table behind the sofa and leaning up against it, staring at me.

"Take off your dress, leave the shoes on," he says.

I shake my head in confusion. "What?"

He pushes off the table and walks closer to me. I can smell his musk, his cologne and the whiskey on his breath. A shiver of pleasure goes through my body.

"I said get undressed. You ever been properly fucked before? It doesn't look like you have." I gape at him as he runs his hands up and down my arms. His palms are calloused. I didn't expect that. Once again I wonder what it is he does to make a living. Goosebumps erupt across my skin and I tilt my head back, closing my eyes with pleasure at his touch. He leans down close to my ear and breathes into it. "I said take off your dress."

I shiver and reach back to untie the top of my halter dress. The knot comes apart so easily I have a wild vision of the fabric being charmed by Man Beast's body. My top falls down, revealing my red lacy bra. Man Beast steps back to watch me. I wiggle my body and slip out of the dress, stepping gingerly out of the pile of fabric on the floor. I suddenly feel self-conscious, with my doughy rolls of fat around my thighs and midsection.

I slowly raise my eyes to look up at him. The look on his face lights me on fire. He steps forward and roughly grabs my hair with both of his hands, pulling my mouth up to his. His lips are soft and hot and his tongue swiftly parts my own lips. I inhale as his hands run down my back and to my ass. He gathers me into his large hands, taking one away and bringing it back down on my lace-panty-covered ass with a loud smack. It stings, but the feeling of it makes me wet.

He's kissing me so roughly and passionately I think about what Jillian said to me. He wants to eat you. Suddenly I remember that I was supposed to text her. I pull away from Man Beast. "Sorry," I whisper. "I need to text my friend." I look down and realize that there's a bulge in his pants that wasn't there before. He walks away from me, shaking his head, his fists clenched by his side. He's angry. I reach down and pull my phone out of the folds of red fabric there, picking it up and hastily unlocking the screen. "Upstairs. Penthouse. Confirmed. Hang there, I'll be down in an hour, okay?" I pause and look at Man Beast's back. He's taking another swig from the bottle of whiskey. His muscles are rippling as he sets the bottle down. His shoulders are twice as wide as mine. "I'm done..." I say uncertainly.

Man Beast says nothing as he walks out of the room toward a door in the wall. I hesitate, unsure if I should follow. Curiosity gets the best of me and I wander after him. I realize it's a staircase. I hear Man Beast's heavy footsteps above me and I walk up the spiral staircase.

It's dark, only dimly lit by a few LED strips attached to the underside of every third step. The stairs are clear lucite and look like they are suspended in mid-air. I walk carefully, trying not to fall. I get to the top and see a door there illuminated by more LED strips around the frame. It's cracked open and I push it.

I gasp.

I'm in a glass box. It's sixteen feet by sixteen feet, with a bed in the dead center of the room. Man Beast is standing behind the bed, shirtless and facing the breathtaking scene in front of us. This bedroom is perched on the top of the hotel, above all of the other buildings. It's like someone set a glass box on top of a skyscraper. Fog is rolling into the city, obscuring the distant view of the lights of the Golden Gate Bridge. I feel like I'm in a dream. I stumble over to the bed, which is covered in a white fur blanket. I run my hands over it. It's soft and luxurious.

Man Beast turns around to face me and I feel like my panties are going to melt off my body.

He has an eight-pack, with geometric and animal shapes painted all over his gleaming skin. There's a light trail of hair that starts at his navel and disappears into his tight jeans. I realize after a moment that my mouth is hanging open.

Within a second, he's next to me, lifting up my body and throwing me onto the bed. He spreads my legs. His jawline brushes mine as he leads his lips to the top of my cleavage, opening his mouth and slipping his hot tongue out and tracing it across my curves. He takes his rough fingers and shoves them into my bra cups, actually tearing the lace off of them and revealing my puffy nipples.

He lightly traces his tongue over them as they awaken underneath his touch. I moan. His hands are on my wrists, holding me to the bed firmly while his mouth trails down to my mound. He kisses my panty line and then looks up at me. "I asked you a question before that you never answered," he says in a gruff, raspy voice. "Have you ever been properly fucked?"

My voice squeaks as I answer. "No, I haven't,” I gasp.

He takes his teeth and moves my underwear down my thighs. "Would you like to be?"

His hot breath is over my clit and I feel like I might come just from the close proximity of his mouth. Paul is eager to ask for head but almost never returns the favor. "Yes,” I whisper.

"Yes, what?" His blue eyes flash up at me.

"Yes, please," I moan back at him, my back arching in a desperate attempt to get his mouth on me and over me and inside of me. His tongue...I moan again. "Please, please, please."

Man Beast actually smiles, moving his rough hands down my arms and to my breasts, cupping them and squeezing them hard as his tongue teases my lower lips. The feeling is so incredible I already feel like I'm going to explode. It's like I'm vibrating down into my toes. My feet start to curl. Man Beast takes his right hand rips my underwear off of my thighs, throwing the panties onto the floor. I look up at the swirling fog through the glass.

This is so surreal.

His hands leave my breasts to find my inner thighs. He pushes them apart and back, pinning my knees behind my head. It hurts. It also feels like an aching part of my soul is about to be filled. He turns his attention back to my breasts, taking my nipples and tugging on them.

It's like there's an electric current connecting my pussy to my tits. I feel wetter than I ever have in my life, trapped in this bed with this strange beast of a man. His tongue goes directly to the little nub of my clit, pushing down on it hard and sending more waves of pleasure through me. I want to come so badly I feel like crying. I reach my arms out to his skin to trace the designs over his back. He has muscles in places I didn't even know muscles existed.

He starts flicking his tongue back and forth across my mound, finding my clit on every third lick. Then he does something that makes me scream. He flattens his tongue and rubs it down the length of my sex, sticking his tongue inside of me and flicking it back and forth. I feel waves crash over me. My vision is covered in a flash of white light, and my abdomen arches up so high I feel like the back of my head is touching my ass. I'm shaking. It lasts a lifetime, and when I come down, Man Beast is looking at me.

I try to breathe. He gently pulls my legs down and starts rubbing them. I didn't realize they were numb. Under his strong hands, they start to wake up slowly. After a few minutes, I sit up. "You never asked why I followed you up here," I say quietly. The fog outside is so thick now it's like the walls of the glass box have been painted with a heavy layer of grey paint.

Man Beast looks up from massaging me. "I know why you followed me. I asked for a thank you and you're here to give it to me." He pulls my hands roughly over to his waistband. I start unbuckling his black leather belt, my fingers caressing the cold, slick steel of the buckle. My hands fumble as I reach the button, clumsily pulling it through the ragged, stitched hole and releasing the zipper.

I reach up to his athletic-cut boxer-briefs and pull hard to get the fabric over the bulge that is growing with every touch. His cock is so large for a second I wonder if I'm going to be able to get it all into my mouth. I lean forward, lightly licking the tip of it. Man Beast has his hands on my shoulders and I feel a rush of pleasure as I realize that he's digging his fingers harder into my flesh as if he is trying to control himself.

Suddenly I remember another thing Jillian said. "Condom?" I ask him, moving away from him. He sighs and reaches down into his jeans, procuring one and unwrapping it. He hands it to me and I gently glide it over his cock.

I can't believe I was nearly that reckless. What is wrong with me? But my body is urging me on. I take as much of him as I can into my wet mouth, slowly licking around the outside and letting the tip of him press into the inside of my cheek. I want to taste his saltiness. My hands run up to his chest. Finally, I get to feel the steely muscle of his chest. It's so hard under my hands it feels like sun-warmed granite.

He starts thrusting his hips back and forth, and I take my small hand and wrap it around his circumference, pulling up and down in motion with my mouth.

He pushes me back onto the bed and flips me over, pulling my knees to the edge of the bed. I'm on all fours he spreads my legs and shoves his face back between my legs. The change in direction is exhilarating. He moves his tongue up and down and left and right and licks the rim of my opening so hard I nearly come again. I realize I'm panting. Then I feel a hard, warm tip against me through the thin latex. He enters me so slowly I think I'm going to burst.

He's so enormous there's a possibility that I actually will. Once fills me up with his girth, his hands find my hanging breasts again, and he rubs and pulls on them in rhythmic motion, timing it with his thrusts. I can hardly breathe, and after only a half-minute, my face is in one of the pillows and I am screaming at the top of my lungs into the fabric. I feel Man Beast shudder behind me and I know that we've finished at the same time.

I can barely move. He pulls out and disappears from the room. I feel like I could fall asleep in this unreal cocoon for weeks. When Man Beast appears again, naked and mostly flaccid, he has the bottle of whiskey and my iPhone. He tosses the latter onto the bed and some of the former into his mouth. "Text your friend. You're not leaving until tomorrow."

I try to hold back a smile but fail miserably. Dammit. I don't want him to know how much I'm enjoying this. I tap out an error-riddled message to Jillian saying that she can leave when she needs to. I'm safe. I'm fine. I even use our safe word that we came up with: Concord. Like the plane.

Jillian texts back only in picture characters: a kiss face, an eggplant, and a creature that looks like a beaver. A second message comes in: a winky face. I try to hold back a schoolgirl giggle as I read it. I roll over and Man Beast is sitting on the bed, one knee pulled up to his chest and one leg draped over onto the floor. He hands me the bottle of whiskey and I take a full gulp of it, coughing through the fiery burn of the liquid.

The sight of him in the ghostly glow of the fog-dimmed city lights takes my breath away. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.

And for tonight, he's all mine.

CHAPTER FOUR

JAX

I wake up moaning, the image of me holding a curvy woman like a wheelbarrow, her legs wrapped backwards around my head while I bury my face in her pussy burned into my brain. Wet dreams are the best part of being a guy.

I roll over, blinking and realizing that it is uncharacteristically sunny in this room. Then I realize there is something warm next to me. A woman.

Shit.

She’s the woman I was just dreaming about.

The sunlight pierces my eyes and bores a hold through my skull. I squint and flail my arm around to the other side of the bed. The clock there reads 10 AM. I hoist my legs over the bed and stand up, my foot hitting something cold and hard. I look down. It's a completely empty bottle of Jack.

Did I drink the whole thing? I look back at the woman, her luscious curves peeking out from the white, tangled sheets. The fur blanket is in a pile on the floor, and the lamp next to the bed is in shatters on the hardwood. I'll need to tell the maid service not to come up here today. If I replace the lamp before they see it, it'll be cheaper.

I look back at the bottle. I'm guessing the goddess in my bed drank some too. My brain creaks awake. It's daylight. And she's still here. I feel panic in my stomach. They usually leave by now. Well.

I usually leave by now; in my wake is always a brief note, a room service breakfast tray and strict instructions to dial the concierge and ask for the cab. I gotta get out of here. Now. Before she wakes up and things become more complicated. I stumble down the stairs. I make it into the downstairs bathroom. The sight of the toilet reminds me that I could throw up. The thought makes me want to.