RICH BOY BRIT (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (28 page)

“We were just coming down to see you and Dad,” he said to her.

“What is it?” Willow asked, eyeing their joined hands.

“Please.” He indicated the study. “We need to tell you both something.”

Willow nodded, but she didn’t speak again. Bryan looked at them over his glasses when they entered, then he removed them.

“Well, hello everyone,” he smiled. Willow walked over to stand next to him.

“Dad, Willow,” Chance began. “Claire and I are still together.”

“You what?” Willow asked. “Claire, I thought you said you would break it off with him after we got married.”

“No, Mom…you said that.” Claire cleared her throat and continued. “Mom, I love him.” No one said a word but Chance squeezed her hand. She looked at Chance. That was the first time she had said the words aloud. “I want to be with him, and I don’t care about unwritten society rules. It’s stupid that we shouldn’t get to be together just because you are.”

“This is wrong,” Willow persisted. “Bryan?”

“Um, Willow, I agree with Claire,” he told her. “As a matter of fact, I’ve known they were still seeing each other. I mean, I didn’t see them, but I knew it from the way they looked at each other all the time.”

“And you didn’t say anything?” she asked.

“They are adults, Willow,” he told her. “I don’t see what the problem is, or how it is my concern. If they choose to be together, then that’s on them. We did the unconventional by getting married within days of meeting. I think they deserve a chance to make themselves happy as well.”

“Unbelievable,” Willow said, folding her arms and walking over to the window.

Claire moved to stand behind her. “Mom, this is what I want. You know what I’ve been through recently, and I really want to be with Chance. I was respectful of your decision even when I didn’t like it. That’s all I ask in return.”

Willow remained facing the window for some time, then turned around and faced her daughter. She smiled and stroked her cheek. “He makes you happy?”

Claire held her mother’s hand and looked back at Chance. “He does, and we both want this.”

Tears streamed from Willow’s eyes, and she hugged her daughter. “This is going to take some getting used to.”

“We’ll still be family, Willow, because I love Claire, so much,” Chance said, much to everyone’s surprise. “I intend to marry her as soon as she agrees.”

“What?” Claire asked.

“Claire, we’ll be one big family, only you won’t be my step-sister, you’ll be my wife.”

“Chance, do you hear yourself?” Claire asked. “I mean, do you hear what you are saying?”

“I do. I just don’t hear you saying yes,” he said to her. Willow and Bryan watched as he moved closer to Claire.

“What was the question?”

“Will you marry me?” he asked her when he was standing directly in front of her. “Please don’t say no in front of Dad and Mom.”

She smiled and stroked his face, feeling happier than she had in a long time. “Yes!”

Chance lifted her in the air in a hug, and when they looked at their parents, they were smiling.

“Congratulations, Chance, and good choice,” Bryan said as he hugged them both. Willow was slower, but she did the same.

“Now, if you don’t mind, Claire and I have some place to be. I took the liberty of reserving the jet, Dad. I hope you don’t mind. I need to go celebrate with my fiancée.”

“No, go ahead,” Bryan said. “Enjoy.”

Chance took Claire’s hand and walked with her out of the room. Once outside and out of eye and earshot of their parents, he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately and with all the love he had been slow in showing. “I love you so much, baby,” he said when he pulled back and looked into her eyes.

Claire smiled at him. “So where are we going?”

“Mexico,” he said with a wink. “We have a little island around Cancun.”

“Mexico? I’ve always wanted to go there,” she said, throwing her arms around his neck. “Another island would be great.”

“Well, let’s get going,” he urged, and she ran to her room to pack her things. It didn’t take long to get ready, and once inside the jet they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. They arrived at Bryan’s private island where the staff was expecting them.

“Do you have mansions all over the world?” Claire asked as she stepped into a house more elaborate than the one on the island where they had first met.

“Something like that. And you do know all of these island belong to you as well right?”

Claire nodded, smiling at Chance. “Crazy, but I can get used to this.”

No sooner had they stepped into one of the master bedrooms, and before Claire had a chance to relax and get comfortable, Chance was nibbling her ears and gripping her breasts from behind. She struggled against him, giggling, but he held her tighter and led her to the bed.

“I don’t think I can wait another minute,” he breathed into her ear. He hoisted her into the air and brought her to rest on the large, king-sized bed in the middle of the room.

Claire didn’t have time to notice the view she was afforded from the large glass that covered almost one section of the wall in the corner room, the one that led to the balcony. Neither did she get to feel the softness of the plush carpet under their feet. All she could feel was the immense pleasure from his hands travelling along her sides, his breath on her skin, and his tongue as it played over her firm nipples. Slowly he ran his hands along the length of her leg until he felt the lace partition. He covered her warmth with his palm and gripped it more firmly. Claire writhed when he did and pulled him down to her. Their lips collided, and the ecstasy that followed was unlike anything they had shared before.

Her eyes rolled back, and she writhed again as he drove his finger deep inside her pussy. Before she knew it, she felt his warm, wet tongue licking her swollen clit, and she trembled and gripped the golden hair on his head. Chance dominated her from the inside out, flicking his tongue expertly over her throbbing clit and sinking his finger deeper inside her pussy and faster each time. He rose and pulled her to the edge of the bed, guiding his cock straight inside her. Claire, feeling unrestrained, let out a long, lingering moan that echoed through the halls of the mansion.

Chance stroked her hard and fast, and she gripped the edge of the bed as they shook to the rhythm of Chance’s pounding. He eased off and turned her around, placing one of her legs on the floor and the other on the bed. He guided his cock inside her once more. She groaned as she felt his cock thrusting deeper and harder into her, dominating her. She felt him groan and moan even louder as he sank his hands in the soft flesh on her ass and buried himself deeper into her. Soon a bubble started in her, threatening to burst. She dug her nails into Chance as she always did and pushed herself closer against him so his cock hit deeper in her pussy. She was coming, but she wanted to take him along with her. She didn’t have to wait too long as his tempo increased, and he stiffened and groaned loudly as he let himself spill into her before he fell onto her.

Claire slid off him and fell face down on the bed, heaving as she tried to regain her breath. Chance lay on his stomach and relaxed on his elbows. He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. Claire pulled him closer and kissed him on the lips. No words needed to be spoken as their eyes locked. They had found each other, and even though the events leading up to their union had been wild and unpredictable, they were finally where they were meant to be: in each other’s arms.

*** THE END ***

(BONUS BOOK #2)

TEASE

(A Stepbrother

Romance)

By

Mia Carson

COPYRIGHT © 2016

All Rights Reserved

JENN

I got off the plane and immediately scanned the airport crowd for the one person I knew would always be there to welcome me home: Tyler, my stepbrother.

A few years ago, my mom and dad divorced and moved to opposite ends of the country; Mom to sunny California while Dad stayed in New York. Each of them had remarried and started a new family as the years passed. Susan, my mom, ended up with Mark, a man I swear was exactly like my dad. Jack, my dad, ended up with Lauren, a woman who was radically different from my down-to-earth, head-screwed-on-right mom. Lauren came into the marriage with a bonus—her son, Tyler, who was only two years older than me.

I developed an instant crush on Tyler the first time I met him five years ago, but that crush never blossomed into anything meaningful because Tyler was too busy with older girls to pay attention to my subtle flirtations. As the years passed, we settled into a nice sibling relationship, and even though I was happy we got along so well, it pained me that my need for him would never be reciprocated. Thankfully, I had been accepted into the University of California, so I didn’t have to deal with seeing him on the East Coast until my winter break, since I usually spent summers with Mom. I was excited to be back in New York for the winter holidays, not necessarily because of my dad, which was important, of course, but more importantly, because I would be spending a few weeks with Tyler.

I didn’t have to look long. Someone grabbed me from behind and held me against his body. “Guess who?”

I smiled as I caught the familiar whiff of Tyler’s cologne. I relaxed and played along. “My boyfriend?”

Tyler paused for a second and then burst out laughing. “Yeah, right.”

“What’s so funny?”

“You, Jenn, have a boyfriend?”

“Why not?” I pulled myself out of his grip and turned. My heart skipped a couple of beats at the familiar handsome features of the boy I wanted so much. Gosh, I had missed him.

“You’re so uptight that I don’t think any boy would dare come near you,” he grinned, his smile hitting me in the core and spreading warmth through my body. Yes, even a simple smile from him could do that much damage to me!

“That’s what you think,” I replied, wanting so much to kiss him but refraining and hoping my eyes didn’t betray my need.

“So prove me wrong. Do you have a boyfriend?” He stepped so close to me that I could almost touch him.

“I don’t want one,” I said, playfully pushing him away from me. In reality, I really wanted him to hold me tighter and longer.

“Yeah, right,” he smiled.

“Not every girl wants to fuck the first man she sees.” I said the word “fuck” in a whisper, glancing around, afraid someone might have heard me.

“See, you can’t even say the word ‘fuck’ without freezing up,” he replied in a rather loud voice.

“Stop,” I said in mock shame, putting my hands over my eyes like that would make the people staring at us disappear.

“Why? You don’t like the attention?”

“Not that sort. Come on, let’s get out of here,” I said, half dragging him away from the crowd.

“If you say so, but I still think ‘fuck’ is an okay word to say.”

I burst into laughter. Tyler laughed with me. He stopped suddenly and pulled me to him again, giving me a tight bear hug.

“I missed you, sis. Welcome home,” he said as he disengaged himself from the hug and threw his arm over my shoulders so we could walk towards the parking garage. We settled in Tyler’s car and into a comfortable silence as we navigated out of the airport traffic.

“What do you mean I’m so uptight?” I asked, breaking the silence as the car pulled out of the airport. I knew what he meant, but I needed to tease him just for the heck of it.

“Well, I don’t see you ever being with a man,” he said with a smile curving onto his face.

“Are you suggesting I’d rather be with a woman?”

“Nothing wrong with that,” he grinned. “I’m just saying you’re too good to fuck around.”

“Wow. That’s not a very brotherly thing to say. How’s my sex life even your concern?” I asked, smiling at him. I was glad he was interested in talking about sex with me, but from previous experience, the sex talk always turned into him preaching at me to avoid boys because all they wanted was sex from girls. That talk had worked when I was in high school. I was now in college and determined to turn our current sex talk into something more adult-like.

“You’re my baby sister,” he replied, as if that justified his words.

“You know I’m in college, right? You can’t tell me what to do with my pussy,” I said.

“Oh, boy! One year in college and you’re talking dirty. Where did my innocent sister go?” he mocked.

I smiled and hit him playfully. “Just drive the fucking car. Let’s get home.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Tyler smiled as he entered the highway. “So, how was school? I assume you’ve been hanging out with terrible company.”

“You’re not going to give up, are you?” I said. I picked up the conversation about school, and for a while, we exchanged stories about our year at school. As he talked, I did my best to focus on the conversation at hand and ignore the fact that he had grown leaner and more muscular since the last time I saw him. I knew he worked out a lot in the gym, and those hours were finally showing on his body. Could he get more perfect?