Mine - A Stepbrother Romance (13 page)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

ARIZONA

It’d been several days since the revelation of Ewan’s bad behavior, and I still felt incredibly guilty for the way I’d treated Mason. He’d made me feel a lot better when he said he understood why I chose to believe my friend over him in the first place, because I didn’t know him from a bar of soap and I honestly hadn’t even considered the fact that Ewan might’ve had a reason to lie to me. But still…holy cow, I’d been a bitch.

I’d spoken to Tina about it right away, and she’d given me some more tidbits of information. Ewan had also lied when he’d told me he had an aunt here in Newport, and he’d never even asked Tina to accompany him. He’d made it all up just so he could come and visit me alone without making it look like I was the only reason he came.

“I still can’t believe he lied about all of that,” Tina said, shaking her head. We were on Skype with webcam chat discussing Ewan again, and I sighed.

“I know. Have you spoken to him about it?”

“Yeah, at work last night. He tried to turn it all around on you and make it look like you were a massive bitch, but I told him to piss off. I don’t care if he’s apparently liked you all this time, that’s no excuse to lie like that and make you feel like shit.”

“And you never knew he was interested?”

She shook her head again. “No. No one did. It’s so weird…we’ve known him for so long, and he never said anything about being interested in you.”

“Yeah, it is weird. Can I ask you something sort of in relation to all that?”

“Of course.”

“You know how when Mason kicked Ewan out of the diner that day, Ewan said all that stuff about me having changed? Do you think it’s true?” I asked.

I nervously chewed on my lip as I awaited her response.

“Of course not!” she replied. “He’s just pissed that you rejected him. Sure, you have a rich father now and live in a big mansion, but that doesn’t mean your whole personality has changed. The Arizona that I always knew insisted on working hard to make a living, and from what I can see, you’re still doing that. Do you know how many people would’ve just never worked again and taken a free ride from Roy if they were in your situation?”

“I guess.”

“So no, you’re still the same old Arizona, only you have a new house and a new family now. Everything else is still the same. You’re still a hard worker, you’re still sweet and kind, and you’re still my favorite person. And still a virgin, I might add.”

She was right. Ewan had just been angry that I’d rejected him, and he had taken his anger out on me by making horrible comments guaranteed to make me feel like crap. As for the virgin thing…well, that still hadn’t changed, but I was starting to think that I wanted it to.

“Anyway, how’s things with Mason now?” she asked.

“Um…good. We’ve been hanging out a lot. No more pranks, although we still tease each other a lot. But that’s just fun.”

“And are you considering anything?” she said, playful smile on her lips. “I mean, he obviously still likes you.”

I shrugged. “Maybe. He’s been really great, and yeah, he’s made it pretty clear that he’s into me. You know, he told me he hasn’t even been with another girl since he met me.”

“Really? Wow. So you’re thinking of maybe taking things to another level?”

“I’m starting to feel like I might be ready, yeah,” I admitted. “I always said I wanted to wait around for the right guy, and well, he is pretty perfect.”

“He’s also your stepbrother,” she said in a warning tone. “I know you guys aren’t related or anything, but you know what people are like. If something happened between you two and everyone found out, it might cause some drama. I’m not saying don’t do it, I’m just saying be careful.”

“Yeah. That’s true.”

“Then again, you shouldn’t listen to me,” she said. “I feel like all I’ve done is give you a buttload of bad advice. Like when you first met Mason, I was encouraging you to go for it, and then after what Ewan told us, I was dead against it. And now I’m back on Team Mason. So my only advice now is to just ignore what everyone else says and listen to yourself. Go with your instincts. They’ll always tell you what’s right. I know that sounds totally corny, but you know what I mean.”

I creased my forehead in thought as I considered her words. She was absolutely right. I needed to listen to my heart and go from there, and if my heart was telling me that Mason was the right guy for me to lose my virginity to, then that’s what I wanted to do, regardless of whether or not we had to keep it a secret from our parents for a while.

“If I do decide to…you know…with Mason at some stage soon, do you have any advice?”

She laughed. “Arizona, as I live and breathe…are you asking me for sex advice?”

I blushed. “Well, it’s not like I have any idea what to do. I don’t want him to think I’m some pathetic starfish who just lies there.”

“Okay, well to begin with, don’t listen to any of the ridiculous tips you read in magazines. Men are pretty simple, honestly. Just participate. Find your rhythm. Take the lead once in a while.”

“Take the lead?”

“Yeah. I mean, initiate things or get on top. Believe me, guys think it’s hot as hell when it’s the girl who starts things off. Just don’t do it while you’re drunk like you tried to the other night!”

Well, that was some food for thought…

By the time we’d finished chatting, I was certain that the idea that had been rumbling around in my head for the last few days was a good one. I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore. I was sick of it, and I’d waited long enough. I wanted to finally experience being with a man and sharing that kind of intimacy, and Mason was the perfect candidate now that all our drama had been sorted.

He was hot as hell, smart, and kind. The night that he’d taken care of me after I visited Tom in prison had really proved that. He’d done it despite our differences, and he’d honestly made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. Contrary to my initial impressions of him, he wasn’t just a dick with a silver spoon hanging out of his mouth.

I knew he was my stepbrother and some people might have a problem with that, but for some reason that only served to make the fantasy even hotter. Since I’d discovered Ewan’s lies about him and we’d ended our cold war, we’d been hanging out and doing a lot of things together, and it left me completely and utterly frustrated to spend so much time with him without experiencing so much as another kiss. I knew he was just trying to respect me and take things slowly, but I went to bed each night with every part of me tingling, especially the area between my thighs.

So that was it. I’d made up my mind.

I was going to seduce Mason, and I wasn’t going to regret it for a second.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

MASON

Sweet Jesus. Arizona was sexy as hell, but never before had she looked
this
overtly sexy. I’d taken her out to dinner for the third time this week, and she was all dressed up in a tight white bandage dress that displayed every inch of her curves along with tall stilettos that could only be referred to as ‘fuck-me heels’. Her eyes were framed with lashings of mascara, and her lips were stained a deep pink. Again, sweet Jesus. I could barely keep my eyes off her, although to be fair, I also couldn’t keep my eyes off her when she was in sweats with no makeup on. She didn’t even need any of that crap to look amazing.

She was just fucking magic. Her eyes, her lips, her tits, her waist…all of it. And yet she was somehow still so innocent. I desperately wanted to tear her clothes off and fuck her brains out, but at the same time I felt bad for even thinking about it. Usually chicks threw themselves at me so I knew just how badly they wanted me to fuck them. There was never any question about it.

But Arizona. Christ, she was an enigma. Still a virgin at nineteen, and I had no idea what it would take for her to change her mind on that. Don’t get me wrong, I totally respected her decision and would never try to force her into changing her mind…but damn, it’d be nice if she did. I’d spent so many nights jerking off, imagining it was her hand wrapped around my cock, slowly stroking up and down, and I was starting to go a little crazy.

“What do you think of the salmon?” I asked, pointing at her dinner plate with my fork.

“Oh…um…it’s good,” she replied, fidgeting with her napkin.

She seemed kinda nervous tonight, and I wondered why. Since we’d resolved our issues and started hanging out, things had been cool between us. Cool in a good way. We’d talked, laughed, shared and mocked each other endlessly about stupid stuff, just like real siblings. Only I didn’t want to be her brother. Hell no. I wanted to be her friend, her lover, her confidante.

Shit. I wanted to be her
boyfriend
. None of my friends were in steady relationships, and they basically viewed men who did want girlfriends as total pussies. I admit I used to be like that myself, riding on an endless carousel of women, never even considering the possibility of taking it any further than a one night stand or a friends-with-benefits scenario.

But things were different now. I could imagine myself waking up next to Arizona every morning and never getting tired of seeing those wide hazel eyes or that messy black hair of hers. She wasn’t like all the other girls I knew with their too-skinny aerobicized bodies, collagen-injected lips and overly-painted faces. She was real, and to me, that was perfection. All those other girls might look okay during a drunken night out, but in the cold light of day they were a lot less fuckable and definitely not relationship material.

“So Roy and Layla are away for the weekend,” Arizona said, carefully studying my face for a reaction.

“Yeah, I know,” I replied. “What about it? Are you annoyed you weren’t invited?”

She laughed. “No, not at all. I’m just glad we have the house to ourselves for the next few days.”

Was she saying what I thought she was saying? Surely not.

“Go on,” I said, lifting my fork to my mouth and chewing slowly, pretending to play it cool.

She leaned forward and lightly stroked her hand over my arm, and I felt a bolt of electricity jolt straight down my spine. My cock stood to attention in my pants, and I looked down at her hand and then back up at her.

“I think we should get out of here,” she said. “This restaurant seems a little crowded.”

Okay, she was definitely insinuating something sexual. She’d never had a problem with noisy restaurants before, and the hand on my arm was the clincher. She wanted it. She wanted
me.
I wasn’t about to say no. If that’s what she wanted, then that’s what she’d get. I paid the check and drove us home as fast as possible without breaking the speed limit, and a thick silent tension filled the air. I don’t think either of us knew what to say in those moments.

Before we got out of the car I turned to her.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, you know. This should be your decision and yours alone,” I said.

“I know,” she replied. “It
is
my decision.”

This was so much hotter than I’d ever imagined this kind of scenario might play out. She was making the first move on me, which wasn’t something I’d expected from a girl like her at all, at least when she was stone-cold sober unlike the other night. I still couldn’t even believe it was happening. I was used to chicks hitting on me, true, but this was different. For once in my life, I didn’t feel like the sleazy, arrogant man-whore everyone else assumed I was. Right here, with her looking at me like that, I felt complete instead.

She grinned and stepped out of the car, and I followed her upstairs before leading her into my bedroom. She’d never actually been inside it before, and she gazed around at all my stuff, chewing on her lower lip as she did so. As much as she was trying to seem confident, she was still nervous, and I needed to try and chase that fear away.

“So…I guess I’ve been a bit of a bad influence on you, huh?” I teased, slow grin spreading over my face.

“I can be bad too,” she said, although I could still see the hesitation in her eyes. They mirrored everything I was feeling. Fear. Anticipation. Lust.

“Oh really?” I asked, arching a brow. I wanted to tease her the same way she’d been teasing me, but at the same time it was getting hard to ignore my rapidly-stiffening cock.

She bit her lower lip. “Uh-huh.”

This was it. Show time. I took a step towards her and slid an arm around her waist. “In that case… why don’t you show me?”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

ARIZONA

There was no going back now. I’d set something in motion that couldn’t be stopped, and deep down I knew I didn’t even want it to stop. This was my moment. This was my night.

Mason searched for confirmation in my eyes, and I knew it was there. It had been burning brightly inside me since the moment we met, as much as I’d tried to shove it aside, and I knew tonight I was more ready than ever…ready to become his and his alone.

I tilted my head up to kiss him, and he lowered his mouth to mine in response. Our lips grazed together softly at first, but we were both impatient from all the weeks of sexual tension building up between the two of us. He pulled me in closer, our bodies meshing together perfectly in a tight embrace, and I moaned softly into his mouth as his tongue explored mine in a kiss so hot it could’ve set the ocean on fire. I could feel his hardness digging up against my thigh, and it sent wild shivers down my spine as I pictured it finally thrusting inside me.

It was time to put my money where my mouth was. I broke away from our embrace and slid out of my dress, and he groaned under his breath as I stood before him in only my bra and panties. I was nervous, but the look on his face made it all worth it. I hurriedly began to strip him of his shirt and jeans, leaving him in only his boxers, and he sat down on the end of the bed and pulled me onto his lap.

I straddled him and lowered my lips to his again, and his big hands roamed over my soft skin, caressing every curve before sliding under my bra and pinching my nipples. I gasped at the strange sensation of pleasure mixed with pain, and he grinned and used his free hand to steady me on top of him.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice gravelly with emotion.

“I’m sure,” I replied, not taking my eyes off him for a second. Mind, body and soul – I was giving myself over to him.

The way my body was responding to his mere presence was undeniable, and in one quick movement he threw me onto the bed, eliciting a surprised gasp from my mouth. His hands went to my shoulders and coasted down over my figure.

“I want you so much,” he said, his voice now a throaty growl. “I always have.”

He kissed the tip of my nose, and any remaining inhibitions melted like snow in the sun. His warm breath caressed the smooth skin of my neck, and he gently nipped at my earlobe. His lips sent a bolt of electricity shooting up my spine, and I closed my eyes, parting my lips in a soundless gasp.

“I’m yours,” I finally replied breathlessly as I stared into his impossibly-perfect face, almost unable to believe that someone so sexy could want me so badly.

With that, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me again with an animal-like urgency, and I moaned into his mouth as I parted my lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss and explore my mouth with his hot tongue.

Powerful shivers of arousal rocked my core as the heat from his mouth began to trickle into mine, and my body flooded with a pulsing warmth that only added to the burning desire I already felt deep in my belly. The kiss seemed to last forever, and my mind clouded with needful lust as my tongue glided past his lips to entwine with his. I broke away and looked down a moment later as he slid out of his shorts, and my hand almost flew to my mouth in shock as I saw the enormous cock between his legs. Jeez, no wonder he was so popular with the girls. But could I handle it?

He grinned at my reaction as he slid a condom over himself. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.”

An increasingly unbearable ache in my core spurred me into action, and I reached around and unhooked my bra at the back, letting my full breasts spill free into his waiting hands. My stiff nipples cried out for attention as my chest rose and fell in long, heavy breaths, and Mason twisted and rolled them in his fingers, sending another jarring jolt of electricity through my belly.

A moment later, his hands skimmed the surface of the rest of my body, and he worshipped my curves, deep groans escaping his mouth as he did so. His caresses drove away any insecurities that remained in my mind, and desire blazed in his eyes as he looked into mine and spoke again; just one word that sent a new wave of heat flooding to my core.

“Perfect.”

With that, he pulled my panties down and slid them over my ankles, and I lay before him, completely naked now. I quivered with anticipation, almost unable to wait a second longer to feel him, and then I gasped again as he moved his body further down between my thighs, lapping at my delicate skin and inhaling deeply.

Moaning, I raised my head and watched him over the curves of my breasts and belly. He moved his mouth over my folds, tasting my slick desire and running his tongue up and down in long, fluid motions, and he groaned with delight as I reached down and stroked his hair in encouragement. His tongue soon located the sensitive, throbbing nub of my clit, and he licked and gently sucked over and around it with delicate precision; something which surprised me. He was much gentler than I had expected. I wasn’t complaining, though, instead I was sighing and moaning as a tight ball of ecstasy gathered in my core, threatening to explode out of me at any moment.

Mason drew his head back a second later and stared up at me, his eyes seemingly boring right into my soul, and then he leaned back down. Once again his tongue raked across my most sensitive spot, making me writhe and moan as I thrust my body into his face. His swirling tongue was relentless as it lapped over my swollen pussy, and seconds later he carefully slid a thick finger inside me, letting out a deep groan of approval as he felt just how wet and ready I was for him.

Pressure was building in my belly now, and my chest heaved with quick, short breaths as I watched Mason play between my legs. Suddenly the pressure exploded out of me, flooding me with sensual heat as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. My inner muscles clenched around his digit as he slid it in and out of me, and he drew his head back again, watching me as I squirmed and trembled, my eyes almost rolling back in my head as my toes curled.

My mouth fell open in a soundless gasp. Holy god, it was so much better than any orgasm I’d ever given myself. Every inch of my skin was on fire with lust as pleasure sizzled in my core, and as the final spasms began to fade away, Mason shifted his weight on top of me. My eyes started to focus again, and I ran my hands over his tightly-muscled back, aching for him to be inside me right away.

“Please,” I begged. “I want it now!”

His jaw clenched as I spoke as if my words had sparked a deep sense of primal lust in him, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of anticipation as he reached down and guided his thick, rock-hard cock to my sopping entrance. With that, he thrust all the way inside in one hard movement, and I gasped with delight as I felt the initial stretch of his manhood plunging into my warm wetness. It hurt for just a few seconds, but the pain quickly gave over to a scorching sensation of unbridled pleasure.

My hips found a rhythm with his, and I moved them up and down, stroking the hard muscles of his back and arms as I did so. Letting out a series of loud moans, I threw my head back and squeezed my eyes shut, enjoying every stroke as he moved in and out of me, thrusting from tip to base each time. His groin rubbed up against mine with each movement, stimulating the still-throbbing nub of my clit even more, and as my head began to spin with pleasure, my back arched and I felt another warm wave of pleasure crashing over me, dragging me towards another invisible peak.

Why had I waited so long for this? Now that I was experiencing it, I didn’t know if I could ever live without it. My muscles tightened erratically around Mason’s cock as I came, and he groaned in contentment as he leaned down and slid his mouth against my ear.

“I’m going to make you come again…and again,” he murmured. Goose bumps erupted all over the side of my neck where his lips had brushed my skin, reminding me just how intimately he knew a woman’s body, and then his mouth slid over mine again, greedily exploring me with his tongue as he plunged in and out of me, filling me with ecstatic warmth as his cock stretched me to my limits.

I arched to meet his hard thrusts, my hands tightening into fists beside me as I recovered from my orgasm, and I gasped and whimpered with each movement. Almost immediately, another desperate tension began to grow inside of me, and I panted for breath as I thrust my hips against him, trying to draw him even deeper inside of me as the sharp-edged pleasure swept through me. He responded by thrusting more forcefully, punctuating each gliding stroke with a deep groan, and each movement sent electrified thrills through my system.

I had no idea how much more I could take. As white-hot fireworks seemed to explode in front of my eyes, I whimpered and moaned, watching as Mason continued to slam into me. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and a moment later he withdrew and issued a command that sent a shiver racing down my spine.

“Turn over, baby.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Since this entire experience had begun, I had been picturing him taking me from behind. I’d always envisioned that as being incredibly hot and primal, and I immediately flipped over onto my stomach before climbing up onto my hands and knees and arching my back. Behind me, Mason got into position, and seconds later I gasped as he plunged back inside me, again and again, harder and faster with each thrust.

His thick cock seemed to hit every sensitive spot on my front wall as he thrust into me, deeper and deeper. Reaching around to my front, he grabbed my breasts and squeezed my stiff brown nipples before commanding me to touch myself in a deep voice.

His hands drew back and skimmed over my back again before gripping onto my hips and holding me tightly as he moved behind me, and I grunted softly and reached between my legs, furiously stroking my swollen bud with two fingers as groans escaped Mason’s mouth. I felt as if I were right on the brink of losing consciousness as I tingled, my body wracked with more pleasure than I had ever felt was possible, and yet I wanted more, more, more.

Sounds of pure bliss fell from my lips as I began to move myself back on him, meeting each thrust, and I ached for another release as my skin seared where he held me. He let out a deep groan a moment later and then pulled out, and I felt strangely empty without him inside me, as if he were a part of me that I hadn’t even known I was missing until now.

After I collapsed onto my soft belly, he lay next to me and gently kissed me.

“Oh my god,” I murmured. “That was…”

“Incredible?” he said, propping himself up one elbow and grinning down at me.

“Don’t flatter yourself so much,” I said, poking him in the chest.

He chuckled. “I’m not,” he said. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Well, that was the
only
sex I’ve ever had.”

“So I could have been terrible and you wouldn’t have even known,” he replied, ruffling my hair up. “Maybe I shouldn’t have put so much effort in.”

“Oh, shut up,” I said, giggling.

I’d kind of expected for things to be really awkward after my first time, but it wasn’t at all. I felt completely comfortable. We were back to joking around and teasing each other already, and as he stood up and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, I felt a twinge in my stomach as I watched him. This was real. I was falling for him, head over heels. I knew it was too early to tell if it was real, everlasting love, but it was definitely something pretty close.

When he returned, he leaned over, kissed my forehead and murmured a solitary word. “Mine.”