Rock Hard: A Stepbrother Romance (Extreme Sports Alphas) (24 page)

I
woke up in the back of the van, wrapped in three layers of blankets but still cold, as the morning’s first light broke in through the front windshield.

I’d had dreams. I couldn’t remember all of them. In one, I was skidding down a steep hill, the ground turning to sand under my feet. In another, I was climbing up a sheer wall, apparently made of glass, and Becca was strapped to my back. In both cases, I knew that I would die if I ever stopped.

It took a minute to clear my head as the last dregs and images of the dreams began to fade away.

But in those moments, in the half-awake liminal space of partial sleep, where you’re both there and not quite there, your lizard brain running things on autopilot but your forebrain not quite woken up, your personality not fully booted up, the little voice that narrates your life and establishes memory eerily quiet, in that moment the plan came to me.

It wasn’t divine inspiration. It had been simmering there in some unconscious part of my skull, spooling along, my brain putting unused energy into the task of solving the problem, of fleshing it out. For some reason, it took being in that half-awake twilight state to really grasp it.

But when I did, it hit me like lightning.

Initially, I felt elated. For the first time in what felt like years, I could see an end to everything. There was a light at the end of the tunnel, and although it was still far away, it was there.

But soon, that first jolt of excitement began to wear thin as it dawned on me what exactly I was going to have to do.

I climbed out of the van, stretching my legs. I had a bit of a hike to get back home, but I needed to do it as fast as possible.

I had work to do.

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I
sat on Becca’s bed, looking up at her. My dick was already pushing at my pants, hard as fuck from seeing her breasts barely concealed by her black bra. I wanted to get up and tear it off her body so badly, but I resisted the urge.

She shut the door and looked at me.  “Is this serious?”

I frowned. How exactly could I explain this to her without freaking her out completely? Her tits were so fucking distracting, but I really didn’t want her to cover them up.

“Yeah, it is.”

She nodded and grabbed a shirt from her drawer, pulling it over her head. I was still rock hard, but that made it a little bit easier to concentrate.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“I’m fine. I’m good, actually.”

“Then what’s going on?”

I stood and nodded at the bed. “You should sit.”

She sighed and sat down in the spot I had just vacated. I walked a few feet away and leaned against the wall.

“Spit it out.”

“I need your help.”

I paused for a second and let that sink in. She narrowed her eyes.

“With what?”

“My mob problem.”

“I’m not sure what I can do for that.”

I crossed my arms, still deciding how much I wanted to tell her. “I found something out recently about the Blue.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Really? What?”

“I don’t want to go into details, but the guys I’ve been working for own that place.”

“Seriously? I’ve never seen them around.”

“Remember that Jay guy I pulled you away from last night?”

“Yeah, I remember. Asshole.”

I ignored the insult. “He’s the leader of the mob down here. Are you sure you’ve never seen him in there before?”

I watched as she screwed up her face, trying to remember. “I’m positive.”

“Well, my info is reliable. The mob definitely owns the Blue.”

“What do you need from me, then?”

“Do you know what money laundering is?”

She shrugged. “I’ve seen Breaking Bad. So yeah, I guess.”

“Okay. The mob is using the Blue to launder their drug cash.” I paused, steeling myself. “And I want to fucking rob them.”

She laughed. “Yeah, great idea. We can rob them together like Bonnie and Clyde.”

“I’m not kidding.”

“Be serious, Reid. How is robbing these guys going to help anything?

“I owe money to someone for helping me out, and he needs to be paid. And there’s something else.”

She huffed, frustrated. “If you want my help, just tell me everything.”

“Apparently, the guys still in Canada and the guys down here don’t get along very well. I plan on stealing from the guys here and paying off the guys up there, with the hope that it can help tip their little war.”

She shook her head. “This is absolutely insane. You have to be joking.”

“I’m not. I know I’m asking a lot.”

“What are you asking me to do, exactly?”

“Get me a key. Or leave one of the doors unlocked. I don’t care how you do it, but find some way for me to get in.”

“No way. I’m not helping you rob the place I work. It’s too dangerous.”

I moved across the room and dropped down to one knee in front of her. “Listen to me, Becca. This isn’t just for my sake, it’s for yours and my mom’s and your dad’s. I’m in deep with these people, and I need to get the fuck out before things get worse.”

She looked taken aback, but I felt my anger and sadness and frustration spilling over. I grabbed her hands and held them hard, loving the feel of her skin against mine.

“Can’t you just leave?” she asked softly.

“Not if I’m going to keep you all safe too.”

“Why can’t you just walk away?”

“I owe them money. A shipment went wrong and now I’m buried in it. Plus, I’m a good smuggler, and I know too much about them. They’ll never let me just walk. But this can save us all.” I paused and looked into her eyes. “You have to trust me.”

“How do you know all of this? I mean, how are you going to rob them and not get caught?”

“You don’t work with the mob for years and not learn some things about being a criminal.”

“They could kill you.”

“They’ll kill me if I don’t do something about it either way.”

I could see her mulling it over. I moved closer to her, sitting on the bed. Our legs touched, skin against skin, and I breathed in her smell.

“This is a lot,” she said softly.

“I need you, Becca.” And as I said the words, I knew it was true.

“Just a key?” she said after a second.

“Just a key.”

“When?”

“As soon as you can.”

“I work tomorrow night.”

“Okay. That’ll work.”

“What if I get caught?”

“You won’t.”

“But if I do?”

“Then we’ll run away, get far, far away. We’ll tell our parents everything. But we don’t need to do that just yet.”

I could see her fighting with herself for a few seconds. Finally, she spoke.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

I let out a breath. “Fuck, I’m so sorry I’m bringing you into this.”

“It’s okay. I’m just happy you’re telling me what’s going on.”

“I never wanted this,” I said. “I never wanted any of this.”

“You did what you had to do.”

I reached up and touched her cheek, pulling her chin toward me. She took a short breath, her eyes wide.

“There’s more that I need to do.”

“Reid, your mom’s downstairs.”

“Her car pulled out five minutes ago. Didn’t you hear?”

“Reid—”

But I cut her off. I crushed my mouth against hers, sick of walling everyone off, sick of pushing everyone away. I needed her because for the first time in my life I felt like somebody actually gave a fuck. I felt like someone wanted to see the shit that I kept hidden from the world.

She melted into my kiss. Our tongues touched and lips explored each other, my hands wrapped around her waist, her arms linked around my neck. We kissed deeply, and there was something there I hadn’t realized, something locked deep in my chest. I felt it beginning to shift and grow.

I pushed her over, pinning her down on the bed. I leaned back and pulled my shirt off. She smiled up at me and put her hand flat on my abs.

“Like what you see?” I said, grinning.

“Don’t be so cocky.”

I moved down close to her. “Only cocky because it’s true.”

She went to protest, but I pulled her shirt off, muffling her words. I began to kiss her neck, unhooking her bra.

“I’ve missed you,” I whispered into her ear.

“I missed you too. But I’m still mad at you.”

“Good. Take your anger out on my cock.”

“Reid!”

I pulled her shorts down over her hips, revealing her pink and white panties. I reached down and touched her spot, kissing her neck, and found her already soaking through the cotton.

“Your pussy can’t lie.”

“Oh my god.”

“You’re soaked through for me.”

She moaned softly as I put my hand under her panties and worked her wet clit.

“Shit, I want to call you an asshole, but that feels so fucking good,” she said.

I laughed as I kept working her, rubbing her spot and kissing her.

After a second, she reached out and fumbled with my shorts, unbuttoning them.

I stood up then, climbing out of bed. She looked at me, frowning. “Where are you going?”

I went over to the window and yanked open the blinds. Sunlight spilled into the room as I pulled off my shorts and my boxer briefs.

“I’m sick of fucking you in the dark,” I said. “I want to see every part of you.”

She laughed as I climbed back into bed, but her laugh turned quickly into a moan as I pulled off her panties and put my face between her legs.

I loved her taste. I loved the sound she made and the way she squirmed when I touched her just right. I licked and sucked at her clit, slipping one finger deep inside her.

“Fuck, Reid,” she said. “Our parents might come home.”

“I’m not rushing,” I said.

“I’m not asking you to,” she moaned. “But I want you to fuck me.”

“Say please.” I sucked and licked, lapping her up. Her hands on my head grew tighter.

“Fuck. Please.”

“Condom?”

She reached into her side table and pulled one out. “Always be prepared.”

I took it and ripped it open, rolling it down my length. Her eyes were wide and greedy, staring at my big dick. Finally, she practically pulled me down onto her. I laughed at how desperate she was for me and played it up, teasing her with my dick.

“Oh my god. I need it.”

“Tell me how bad you need it.”

“I need to come on your fat cock,” she whispered.

Her cheeks turned red. “You dirty girl. Watch your mouth,” I said, grinning.

And then she gasped as I pushed myself deep inside her.

It was always like coming home. Her pussy was tight and warm, sucking my dick deep into her. I slowly rocked my hips, warming her up, getting her used to my size, but she didn’t need that. She was soaking wet and it was like slipping into water.

Her arms wrapped around my back. “Yes, that’s what I need,” she moaned.

“I need to fill up your little pussy,” I whispered in her ear.

I pinned her hands up above her head as I continued to fuck her deep, working up my pace, my rhythm. We rocked like that for minutes, bodies beginning to sweat in the morning sun. I loved the way her skin looked, the way she bit her lip when I pushed in deep and ground my hips against hers. I loved the way her pussy wrapped around my dick.

And I loved being a little rough. I rocked in deep, ramming my cock hard as we began to work together.

“Shit,” she moaned. “Oh my god. The whole town can hear us.”

“Let them fucking listen,” I growled.

Suddenly, I pulled out, grabbed her hips, and pulled her upward and around. She put her face down into the pillows, ready and knowing what I wanted, as I thrust into her from behind.

She loved it. I knew she loved it as I slapped her ass. I got a good handful of her tits as I rocked deep into her, working her tight pussy.

And she worked back. She bucked her hips and rolled them, taking my dick, keeping the pace up high. I could tell she was close as I wrapped my arm around her hips and began to rub her clit.

She was moaning loudly into the pillow as I slapped her ass again, rubbing her clit at the same time. She threw her head back and moaned, her whole body going taught.

“Come for me,” I grunted at her.

“Fuck me deep.”

“Come on my big dick.”

“Oh shit,” she moaned. “Keep it right there.” I kept rubbing her clit, thrusting deep and hard, loving the way her hips and ass looked, her whole body covered in sweat.

And she began to come. Her whole body went tense whenever she got off, and she shoved her face into the pillow, unable to keep her moans low. I didn’t let up, fucking her mercilessly and rubbing her clit as she came hard, every muscle of her body tense.

And as I watched that, her hips working my cock, it pitched me over the edge. The way she came was so fucking sexy, I couldn’t hold off.

I pulled back, grabbing her hips hard, and rammed my cock deep into her, fucking her hard. I wasn’t holding back anymore and she moaned her pleasure as I came hot and hard and deep in her tight little pussy.

The world went blank. There was only her and her body as pleasure flooded my brain, my cock spurting into the condom.

And then it was over. We slowed down together, our breathing matched, as I slowly pulled out and came to rest on the bed.

She lay down next to me. “I needed that,” she whispered.

I kissed her gently. “I needed it too.”

We lay there then, not caring about anything else but each other. We had to hide what we wanted from each other, but in that moment everything else was gone.

Nothing else mattered but keeping her safe. I realized that I would do anything, could do anything, if it meant making sure the mobsters never went after Becca.

She was the thing. She was the thing that kept me grounded after all those years of running drugs, dealing with horrible people. She was the light at the end of the tunnel.

I wanted to be a better person for her.

Lying in bed, I felt like I almost was.

I wanted that to last forever.