My Street Fighting Stepbrother - Book 1 (Stepbrother Erotic Romance) (2 page)

“Beth, Beth. Wake up.” I was startled awake to
someone shaking my shoulder and speaking to me quietly.

Dazed and confused I opened my eyes, still tired
from the night before. “Drake?” I said, semi-lucid.

He cupped his hand around my face. “I just wanted to
say thank you for taking care of me. You did for me what Janice
never would have dreamed of doing.”

“Of course I did.” I looked at the clock on the
wall. “Come on, go back to sleep it’s four in the morning.”

He knelt to the ground and ran his hands through my
hair. “I’m not in the mood to sleep.”

“Drake?” I said confused.

He continued stroking my hair and the sensation
relaxed me. “I like it when you’re around, you do a good job with
Jackson, I really think he likes you. You’re more of a mother than
Janice ever would have been, as twisted as that sounds.”

“Thanks. Can’t we just talk about this tomorrow?
It’s been a long night,” I said.

“Uh uh,” he said. He stood up and sat next to me
when I realized he was fully nude, his penis erect like a statue
and as hard as one too.

“Can we cuddle?” he said, letting his hands flow
over my curves trapped under the afghan.

I recoiled only slightly at the thought, though his
touch felt divine. “Don’t you think that’s a little weird?”

“No Beth, I don’t. I need someone strong like you in
my life. I want to feel you close to me.”

I didn’t respond to him as he encroached on me. He
stretched his arms and legs out on top of the afghan while I was
underneath it. Even with the barrier of wool between us the
intensity of his erection stabbed at my back as he lightly ground
his body into mine.

His breath caressed my neck, the touch of it against
my flesh so soft and sensual it sent goosebumps cascading across my
skin.

“Drake we should stop.” And though I told him to
stop, I didn’t want him to know how comfortable I felt with the
idea, with him and me.

He whispered in my ear. “If you don’t like it then
stop me.”

I turned to face him, his hand now behind my head. I
was hopeless to resist his advances and I didn’t want to. His lips
met mine in a passionate kiss, and out of sheer instinct my hand
slipped down his abdomen toward the monster between his legs.

He pulled up the afghan and draped it over us, his
massacred body holding me tight. I lost control as my groin
moistened. All I worried about was whether or not he’d fit, and
whether or not he’d like being inside of me more than Janice.

His hand slipped down my abdomen and played with the
landing strip of hair I’d left on my mound. Inching past it he
rubbed my hardened clitoris, every stroke one of pleasure. My
nipples met his tongue to a chorus of sensation.

“Drake,” I moaned. “Are you sure about this?”

He looked up at me, a string of saliva between my
nipple and his swollen lips. “Absolutely.”

A moment later he was on top of me. I ran my hands
across his hard, muscular body and waited for the moment I feared.
He fingered me gently, loosening my insides to prepare me for his
girth. With his finger knuckle deep in my hole he looked me right
in the eyes. “Are you ready?”

I didn’t say a word, but instead I locked eyes with
his and nodded my head. He grabbed the base of his penis and
entered me slowly, inch by inch filling my body until he was
completely immersed.

I’d never felt so connected to another human being.
This was more than sex; this was something on an entirely different
level. I gripped his muscular back as he slid himself in and out,
gentle but determined as he bought me closer to climax.

Our lips met again as he moaned, ignoring the pain
that must have rampaged his body. “Oh baby I’m going to come,” he
said.

Hearing him moaning out in ecstasy took me over the
edge. I gripped his back and held on tight as we fucked like
animals, both of our bodies releasing in spasms of orgasmic
pleasure.

“Beth! Beth, get up!”

“Drake?” I woke startled and confused, on the couch,
under an afghan and alone, his hand on my shoulder.

“Calm down sis. It’s ok it was just a nightmare. For
Christ’s sake you scared the shit out of me.”

“Really? What did I say?” I was immediately worried
I’d said something sexual about him and I.

“You were freaking out and called out my name like
you were in trouble. I came out here and you were squirming around
like you were being strangled. Are you ok?”

I looked up at him, tying not stare
at the bulge in his robe. “Um, yea, it was just, you know, a bad
dream. No big deal.”
God dammit I was a
horrible liar. How the hell could I have envisioned sleeping with
him?

“You need to get up. It’s eight in the morning.
Don’t you have a study group at nine?”

“You’re right!” I said in a panic. I jumped off the
couch and grabbed my purse. I was supposed to meet my friend Jaclyn
at the OSU campus in Bend to study for our biology final the coming
Friday. I collected my things and headed toward the front door in a
hurry. Just as I’d placed my hand on the door handle he addressed
me. “Hey, thanks for last night. I really think that bath helped. I
may look like shit but I feel a lot better.”

He wasn’t kidding; his body was black and blue.
“You’re welcome. Now please, please, please stay out of
trouble!”

I left his house not thinking about his bruised and
broken body, or who did it to him. Instead I was thinking about my
dream, realizing that Pandora’s box had been opened, and flooding
out of it were difficult thoughts and emotions I never knew
existed. I could no longer deny what I’d always known, way deep
down in the depths of my mind. I had a big-time crush on my
stepbrother.

Chapter 3

Bend, Oregon – Sunday, May
17
^th
,
2009

I made it to the library at 9:00 AM where I saw
Jaclyn waiting in a study room with a smile on her face from ear to
ear. Her blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, her eyes sharp in a
pair of black-rimmed glasses. I walked quietly to the study room
and shut the door so we could talk. “You made it! How was sitting?”
she said.

“It was… interesting. How about your night? What did
you end up doing? Sorry I couldn’t go out.”

She giggled. “I went to a party and then I ended up
in Powell Butte.”

Powell Butte was a small town about ten to fifteen
minutes east of Redmond, and filled with farms, and well, not much
else. “Powell Butte? What in the hell were you doing out
there?”

Jaclyn closed her biology textbook, letting it slam
shut with a thud. “Do you promise not to tell anyone what I’m about
to tell you?”

“Umm, I promise. Spill it.” Jaclyn was always filled
with juicy, sexy secrets and deep down I envied her free spirited
lifestyle and attitude.

She let out a mischievous smile. “I fucked the
hottest guy I’ve ever met last night. My body still trembles when I
think about it.”

My eyes opened wide with surprise. “Oh my! How
naughty of you!” I said sarcastically. Jaclyn had fucked just about
everyone on campus, so to hear of another notch in her bedpost, and
she did have notches, didn’t surprise me.

“Beth, you just don’t understand. You should have
seen this guy. Chiseled abs, pecs like Adonis and a dick as big as
I’ve ever seen. Next time I go to the fights you just have to
come!”

“The fights? What on earth are you talking
about?”

“Alright. Up at Powell Butte, every Friday and
Saturday night there are no holds barred, bare knuckle fist fights
in a an empty barn, on a deserted farm. It is seriously intense.
The fighters are just to die for. That’s where I met Jason, he’s
got friends too and I can easily hook you up!”

I wasn’t a big partier and grew nervous as she spoke
so enthusiastically. Something like that sounded dangerous. “Maybe.
I’m not much for violence or parties, you know that.”

“You know what, I wasn’t into the violence either,
but it’s more like entertainment than anything else. And plus, they
want to fight. It’s a sport. You should see how proud they are when
they win.”

“Hmm,” I said. “I’ll think about it. It does sound
interesting.”

She nudged my arm. “Come on Bethany, it’s time to
come out of your shell and explore what life has to offer. And this
Friday night, it’s a bare fisted fight between two chiseled
studs.”

I giggled. The truth was, I needed someone like
Jaclyn to nudge me along. I’d never be the slut or gregarious party
animal that she was, but she was right, I could use a little
excitement in my life. “Ok. I’ll go as long as Drake doesn’t need
me. He picked up a shift at the Whispering Wind last night, and
after it was over a group of bikers beat the shit out of him. I
haven’t seen a beat down that bad in, well, ever.”

She smiled. “Just wait until Friday night rolls
around. These studs are ruthless.”

“I’m serious. The bikers almost hospitalized him. I
hope he’s not selling meth; he had cash on him too. A lot of
it.”

Her demeanor changed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be
insensitive. Is he ok?”

“Yea. He’s one tough bastard but he’ll make it. It’s
just that if he picks up another shift he might need me to
sit.”

“Cool. Your stepbrother sounds kinda hot. I think I
need to meet him.”

“Jaclyn,” I said, my tone stiffening, offering her a
slight warning that she was crossing the line.

She just giggled again. “Sorry, Beth. I was just
kidding. Just let me know on Friday night if you can’t make it. It
will be good to let loose after Professor Miyagi’s bullshit final.”
She stared at the nine-hundred-page biology textbook with a
bird-in-flight on the cover with disgust.

“Yes! And that reminds me, if we don’t start
actually studying we’re not going to get anything done and we’ll
fail! Joy!”

She hesitantly opened her textbook. “You know what?
Fuck biology. I don’t want to study it I want to experience it. I
just want to keep getting nailed to the headboard by Jason, all day
and all night.”

I rolled my eyes. “Come on Jaclyn, this is serious.
No one in my family has graduated college and I don’t want to let
them down by failing my bio test. Let’s study.”

She nodded and we went to work, cramming the
material, but my mind was distracted. I couldn’t stop thinking
about Drake and I hoped he was ok.

Chapter 4

Bend, Oregon – Friday, May
22
^nd
,
2009

I left Professor Miyagi’s class with an empty,
glazed over stare on my face. Jaclyn walked our right after me with
her face looking much of the same. “Holy shit Jacs! Did you fail
it?”

“Ha. I totally fucking bombed it. God dammit that
was hard! I need a drink, and I need my man,” she said. She pulled
her vibrating flip phone out of her purse and got excited. “Woohoo!
It’s Jason. He wants to know if we’re heading out to Powell Butte.
He said his friend Castro Ruiz is coming with him. Hint-hint.”

My heart began to pound. “Really?” I said,
immediately ruminating on ways to get out of it.

“Really. Here, here’s a pic. It’s kind of grainy but
he wants to know what you think.”

She held her phone to my face and I scanned the
picture. There was a boy all right, and he was ripped from head to
toe, and as hot as he was he didn’t come near as close to melting
my insides like my stepbrother did. My forehead glistened with
sweat from my nerves. “He’s definitely cute.”

“Just cute?” Jaclyn said. “That boy is fucking
h-o-t!”

She received another text and looked up at me. “Are
you in or are you out. Castro said he wants to meet you.”

I stammered. “I don’t know. Um, um, I think Drake
needs me to babysit tonight.”

“No, no, no,” she said. “Don’t bullshit me. You’re
coming. Drake can find another sitter, he’s a big boy.”

I grew more desperate to escape the evening. “But
money’s tight for him for right now and I do it for free.”

She grew annoyed and looked me dead in the eyes.
“Beth. You’re coming. End of story.”

Nervous tension rattled through me and I nodded.
“Okay. I’ll go. What time are we leaving?”

“The fights start at 8, so we’ll leave here at 7,
maybe we’ll pre party a little. I’ve got half a bottle of vodka in
my car.”

“Ok. Pick me up outside the north entrance to the
dorms, I’ll be there waiting at 7.”

“Done son!” she said, acting as tomboyish, and
annoying as humanly possible.

***

I waited outside of the dorms impatiently. I was
always punctual, so when Jaclyn was fifteen minutes late I began to
get annoyed. I checked my phone for a text but found none. The
moment I pulled my head back up from checking my phone her Black
Honda Civic pulled right in front of me. And of course she honked
and rolled the down the window. “Get on in slut!”