Hooked: A Stepbrother Romance (18 page)

Finally, she was mine.

Beneath me, around me. Her legs wrapped across my ass, her wetness surrounding me and inviting me with its snug warmth. No matter how many games I’d won or how many millions I’d made,
this
was easily the most satisfying moment of my entire life.

She looked amazing, and felt even better than that.

“Emilia,” I said, my eyes rolling back as I buried my face into the nook of her shoulder, nibbling her earlobe. I pulled back just long enough to grab her shirt, yanking it off in one motion and throwing it behind me. I stared at her chest, entranced by her curves. I’d been able to make them out beneath her clothes many times, but it was nothing compared to this. I could see every detail.

Her pale, purple areolas surrounding two perfect erect nipples.

Her creamy skin.

On the underside of her right breast, a small freckle. I’d had no idea it was there, and the intimacy of discovering it sent a powerful pulse through my cock that
almost
made me lose control.

“Fuck,” I said, rushing forward and taking one of the nipples into my mouth. I teased it with my teeth a little, alternating pleasure and pain as I licked, sucked, and nibbled. She felt as hard as I was, and she moaned in protest as I withdrew and moved to the other side.

She was pleading for me to stop, and I could tell from her tone that she was on the edge. I’d been close to a climax from the moment she touched me, and now she was ready as well.

As much as I wanted this to last forever, I wanted to feel her body spasming around me as she came. I’d been waiting for ten years, and every second of maintaining composure was a struggle.

I wanted us to come, tonight and every other night for the rest of our lives.

Sliding my hand between our bodies, I found her clit once again. Swollen and slippery, it was exposed to me and my probing fingers.

“Simon, please…” she moaned into my chest, her hands mauling my back as I stroked her with my thumb. I moved in rhythm with the hard thrusting of my hips, careful not to apply too much pressure as I danced my way around her sensitive flesh.

It didn’t take long. After just a few thrusts, I felt her tensing beneath me. Emilia arched her back, letting out a primal, throaty moan that was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. She flexed her neck, plunging her eyes into mine before squeezing them shut, running her nails down my chest as sexual ecstasy overtook her body.

I didn’t dare move an inch as wave after wave of release crashed over her, spasms massaging my cock as I admired her beauty. When she finally came to her senses and flashed me the delicious, naughty smile of a satiated woman, it took all my strength to not plow her like a maniac right then and there.

I was glad I waited, because she had other ideas in mind. Locking her eyes onto mine, she sent me a mischievous look. Then, with deliberate, perverse sexual decisiveness, she began to gyrate her hips as well as she could from beneath me, working herself up and down my cock in small, excruciating movements. She put her whole body into it, her legs still wrapped tightly around me as she supported herself on her trembling wrists.

I remained still as long as I could, closing my eyes to avoid falling over the edge just from the wanton look in the eyes of the woman I’d lusted after for years. My resolve was short-lived, and with a low growl I bent forward while she slid beneath me. I covered her mouth with mine, tasting once more the sweet strawberry margarita on her breath. Opening my eyes and locking them onto hers, I pushed myself deep inside with one long, hard thrust.

I groaned, my teeth brushing against hers as the strongest climax of my life took me with the force of a landslide. A tornado of desire and pleasure and fulfillment blew through my body as I exploded inside her, claiming her utterly.

Mine
.

Another empty, lonely night.

Wondering what she’s up to.

Wondering if she’s turning out okay.

In spite of what I did.

“Sorry” is never going to be enough.

I could feel Simon’s heart beating against my chest, a sheen of perspiration over his flushed skin. My own heartbeat fell into sync with his, my hand running along his back. I remembered the feeling of my fingernails digging straight into the hard ridges of his shoulder blades while he worked himself into me, making me feel more feminine than any man before had ever accomplished.

I wanted to feast on his body more, ravenous to continue this all night. My body wasn’t up for the task however, an intense feeling of tiredness washing across me. I looked into his eyes and saw fatigue there, too.

“Let’s go to bed,” we both said at the same time.

Nodding, he picked me up and, before I could protest, carried me into my bedroom. Pulling the sheets back with one hand while I perched in his other arm, he gently placed me over the mattress and tucked me in.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” I asked, suddenly alarmed.

“Of course not,” he whispered, discarding the condom before climbing into the other side.

I scooted up towards him and he wrapped his arms around me, playing the big spoon. His masculine presence was warm and loving, and I snuggled happily beneath his large body. My bed actually felt comfortable for once, something that I hadn’t experienced in many years.

Not that I expected to sleep. Nights were always hard for me, plagued by old demons and perpetual new worries. Since I’d just blissfully given way to temptation and slept with one of those old demons, I doubted very much that I would get any rest at all tonight.

He wasn’t the same man, I knew. He was caring, patient, and dignified. He had come here to make things right, and succeeded beyond all expectations. At the same time, he
was
the same man, physically at least. Even though he had changed, the fact remained that he had once deliberately destroyed my reputation, an act that had made my life hell until I’d been able to move away for college.

So, yeah. Maybe sleeping with him hadn’t been my smartest move, all things considered.

Even though it had felt amazing.

Even though his arms around me right now felt amazing, too.

His heart was beating against my back, his mouth trailing gentle kisses behind my shoulders.

I shivered, fulfilled despite my misgivings.

Closing my eyes, I waited for the inevitable worries to begin.

And for once, they never did.

Dumb.

Flat-chested.

Cocksucker.

I want everyone to hate me.

I want
her
to hate me.

After tonight, she will.

I woke up in the darkness of a strange room, my heart beating away in my chest. It didn’t take me long to recover my senses, the familiar scent of Emilia’s skin rushing into my nostrils and bringing with it a flood of images and memories.

Emilia’s legs spread beneath me.

The sensual arch of her neck as she came all around me with a thunderous moan.

Her curly hair fanning out around her flushed face.

The way that the warm summer night did nothing to stop us from cuddling together in her bed, falling asleep together in exhausted bliss.

I extended my arm, grazing her smooth skin with my fingers. She shifted slowly, mumbling something I couldn’t understand. It took all my control to refrain from reaching out to her, from pulling her waist towards me and snuggling her against my hips. I wanted to wake her with a sensual bite, to invade her mouth with my tongue once more, to caress her breasts and explore her secrets just as I had done a few hours ago.

Even as my cock stirred beneath the sheets, I knew that it wasn’t going to happen. Tonight had been too good to be true, and I could feel it slipping away with the coming dawn. No matter how hard I tried, the odds were stacked against me.

She was attracted to me, yes, and I’d known for some time that sex was at least in theory possible. But
just
having sex with Emilia was never going to be enough. It was like being on a lifeboat and slaking my thirst by drinking seawater, a temporary reprieve that only intensified the longing and devoured me from the inside out.

I wanted more, needed more. I wanted to hold her against me, to hear her laugh, to
make
her laugh. To hug her in public, to come home to the same house and eat the same meals and sleep in the same bed. We had given in to physical temptation, but it didn’t mean she loved me. She never could; we would always be struggling against our past together.