Step by Step Love: The Complete Collection (4 page)

Ryan had finally found some time to escape his stepmother's presence on his way to his business meeting. He had not seen Veronica in nearly four days and he was beginning to miss her terribly, so he was looking forward to hearing her voice. He did not know why he was so attracted to the unorthodox woman, but he found something about her to be absolutely endearing. Being away from her for too long was difficult for him, especially when he had to spend every waking moment of that time with her mother.

He scrolled through the contacts in his smartphone and smiled when he found her name. He pressed on the contact information and pressed the call button as he walked through the busy London street. It rang for a moment before she picked up the phone.

“I've been waiting for you to call me for four days,” Veronica said in her sweet voice. “My mother must be keeping you busy, eh?”

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear your voice,” he admitted, brushing by some tourists. “I'm headed to my meeting but I had to call you to stay sane. How do you put up with that woman?”

Veronica laughed and replied, “She can be a bit of a handful, yeah. Probably better company than Carla and Marge, though.”

“Are they still bitching about you?” he asked, frowning. “You
have
been working, haven't you?”

“Of course I've been working!” Veronica exclaimed, defensively. “I've been doing the spreadsheets, I've been answering the phones. I even fixed a bloody French translation that Foreman botched. They can't give me any credit.”

Ryan sighed and replied, “It might take some time. It should get better. I'm getting close to the building. Want me to call you back after I try to sell some catheters to some Brits?”

“Gross,” Veronica sneered.

Ryan chuckled and stopped in front of the large building, looking up at it.

“Well, I suppose this is it, I mean, as long as my memory is correctly recalling the six different times your mother pointed it out,” he muttered. “I'll see you when I get home, babe. I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” she replied, sadly.

“Try to have a good day, alright?”

“I'll try,” she said. “Good luck at your meeting.”

“Thanks, love. I'll call you after I'm done, okay?” he said, looking at his watch.

“Okay, dear,” Veronica said. “Don't forget.”

“I won't. I promise,” he replied and smiled. “Bye, dear.”

“Bye, sweetie.”

Ryan hung up and let out a heavy sigh. Hearing Veronica's voice only reminded him how much he missed her, but he knew that the meeting was important. He straightened his tie and opened the double doors to the building.

***

Ryan walked out of the conference room with confidence. He felt like the meeting had went well. Several of the international investors seemed interested in his medical equipment and he was rather positive that he would be able to expand his market rather rapidly with their help. He walked out of the building with his eyes fixed on his smartphone as he scrolled through his contacts to call Veronica back like he had promised. His thumb was hovering over the call button when suddenly, he heard a loud honk. He looked up to see an expensive cherry red sports car and he dismissed the noise, assuming that the driver was just showing off their vehicle. When the car honked a second time, he looked up and furrowed his brow. The driver rolled down the window.

“Ryan!”

Ryan emitted a heavy sigh. His stepmother had apparently rented a vehicle and came to pick him up from his meeting. As a result, his plan to call Veronica back was foiled. Having a discussion with his stepsister and lover was fairly difficult when her mother was around him rather consistently. Nevertheless, he opened the car door and slid into the passenger's side, anyway.

“I told you I was going to take public transportation back,” he murmured, putting on his seat belt.

Jacquelyn scoffed and replied, “Oh, don't be silly. No stepson of mine is going to take London public transportation. How'd your meeting go, dear?”

She touched her foot to the accelerator and glanced at him.

“Rather well, I think,” he said, tapping his foot, impatiently.

He was trying to think of a way to get rid of her so he could call Veronica, but he knew that she was stubborn and it would not be easy.

“Let's celebrate,” she said, coolly. “There's some French brandy at the house. I'm a little tired from all the shopping and you deserve a little treat for your work, don't you think?”

Ryan rolled his eyes and tapped his fingertips impatiently against the center console.

“Listen, I don't know, Jacquelyn. I should prepare for the Friday meeting and—”

“Oh, don't be silly. You have another entire day to do that. Take the night off! I won't take no for an answer,” she insisted. “Oh, these bloody London drivers!”

Ryan looked down at his cell phone and sighed.

“All right, if you insist, I guess,” he replied.

“Wonderful.”

A sly smirk was plastered on her face.

***

Veronica stared at her cell phone, waiting for Ryan's call. She did not think that his meeting would take as long as it was, but she had never been to an international business meeting, so she could not be sure. Although she was happy to have a day away from the office and her coworkers' drama, part of her wished that Ryan had scheduled her to work the entire week. At home, she was alone and bored. Everything in the house reminded her of his absence, making it rather difficult for her to get through the day without missing him.

Her phone finally rang and she seized it, excitedly. However, when she looked at the caller ID, her face fell. The person that was trying to contact her was not her stepbrother, but a number that she did not recognize. Sadly, she answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Hello, may I speak to Veronica Poole there?”

“That's me.”

“Hello Miss Poole. Would you be interested in upgrading your cable service for the low price of only—”

Veronica scowled and hung up the phone. Something told her that Ryan would not be calling her back as he had promised.

***

Jacquelyn pulled out a bottle of brandy from the wine cellar with a sly smile. She began walking up the creaky steps to join her stepson in the living room. Ryan was waiting for her, impatiently, sitting in an uncomfortable position on the expensive sofa. He looked up at the clock mounted on the wall and wondered if Veronica was waiting for his phone call. He hoped that he would be able to slip away from his stepmother after he appeased her with a few drinks.

“The finest brandy in the world,” Jacquelyn said, fondly, holding up the bottle for him to see as she entered the room.

“I'm looking forward to it,” he lied.

“Oh, me too,” she murmured, sitting beside him on the couch and placing the bottle on the antique coffee table. “Shall I get a couple glasses?”

“Yeah, whatever you want, Ma,” Ryan replied, hurriedly.

She smiled and stood, moving her hips, sensuously, as she walked into the kitchen. Ryan found himself ogling at her and cleared his throat as he looked away, blushing. He had feelings for his stepsister. He could not possibly be attracted to her mother as well. He heard some clanking in the kitchen and swallowed, nervously, as he waited for her to come back into the room.             

After a few moment, Jacquelyn entered the room again, two glasses in her hands. Ryan noticed that her attire had changed. Apparently, while he assumed she was just in the kitchen, she had taken a detour into her bedroom to change into a negligee. He looked away, his face flushing, as she approached him. Smirking, Jacquelyn placed the two glasses on the coffee table and sat uncomfortably close to him.

Ryan cleared his throat again and croaked, “Looks good, Jacquelyn.”

Jacquelyn poured him a glass and replied, “Not as good as a successful businessman looks, dear. I'm just trying to give the best to best, darling.”

Ryan's face was red. He loosened his tie in an effort to cool himself down, but was interrupted by his stepmother forcing a glass into his hand. She spilled a little bit on his expensive business shirt and he cussed under his breath as he took off the tie before the liquid seeped onto it.

“Damn it!”

“Oh, dear, I'm so sorry. Let me take that for you. I'll try to get it out before it stains,” she offered, reaching for the buttons.

His breathing hitched as she unbuttoned his shirt. One of her fingers brushed his abdomen and he set the glass down on the table to take off the shirt. She batted her eyelashes at him and tossed the shirt aside.

“Aren't you going to get the stain out?” he asked, confusedly.

She put a finger to his lips.

“I'll get it dry cleaned, darling,” she murmured, picking up the glass and handing it to him again. “Drink up. Relax. You deserve it.”

He gulped, nervously, and accepted the glass, chugging it immediately. He was unsure how he was supposed to deal with the situation, but he was mostly unsure why he suddenly found his stepmother so attractive. She did look quite similar to her daughter, except a little more mature. Her large breasts were still in remarkable shape for her age and her silver hair only made her more seductive. He set the glass on the table and looked away, trying to dismiss his attraction towards her. However, as she filled the glass for the second time, her negligee slipped and he caught a glimpse of one of her nipples. The blood rushed from his head to his manhood and he crossed his legs in an attempt to hide it.

Jacquelyn chuckled and fixed the negligee before murmuring, “Oops. Slipped a little bit there. Have more brandy, dear.”

Ryan knew that he should not drink more, but he did not know how else to handle the situation. He chugged his second glass of brandy and his face became warm. He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, trying to think about how his impure thoughts would affect Veronica, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted. He felt Jacquelyn's hand running up his thigh and brush against his bulge. He coughed and tried to pull away from her, but he could not make himself do it. It felt far too good.

“W-what are you doing?” he asked with a groan.

“Are you objecting?” Jacquelyn whispered, planting her hand on his manhood.

He moaned.

“I-I, sh-should we be doing this?”

“I'm a consenting adult. You're a consenting adult. I don't see the problem,” Jacquelyn replied, coolly. “Don't you think you deserve a little reward for your success?”

She got closer to him and pressed her lips against his neck. He groaned as she started to massage his manhood through his trousers. It was becoming quite difficult for him to object to her advances.

“B-but, you're m-my—”

“Shhh,” she shushed, taking one of her hands in hers. “Just enjoy it.”

She led his hand to one of her breasts and his breathing hitched. It was so full and soft that he could not force himself to remove it. Jacquelyn began unzipping his pants and pulled them down slightly before slipping her hand inside. He gasped as she wrapped her hand around him and he knew that he was not going to stop her. Caught in the moment, he ran his thumb over her nipple and she let out a soft, sensuous moan.

“Do you want me to take it off?” she asked, quietly, tugging on the strap of her negligee.

He knew that he should have said no, but all that he could manage to do was nod. She smirked and pulled her other hand away from his manhood to peel off the black, lace garment. He stared at her exposed, curvaceous form for a moment before he could not control himself anymore and he kicked off his pants. Jacquelyn grinned and tucked a finger into the waistband of his boxers, offering him a suggestive look. He understood her hint and kicked them off as well. For a moment, all he could do was look at her, drunk not on the brandy, but on her exquisite feminine form.

“You like what you see?” she asked, leaning forward to nibble on his ear.

“I-I...want you,” he muttered, running his hands up her sides and groping her breasts.

A moan fell from her lips and she wrapped a hand around his member once more, stroking him slowly. He groaned and his fingers danced down her body and to her clitoris. He rubbed her and she moaned, loudly. A part of him knew that he would regret his actions, but at that moment in time, he was only hungry for her. Her moan encouraged him to rub her faster. In return, she stroked him faster too. Her experience only made her sexuality more desirable.

Suddenly, she stopped stroking him and he frowned, slowly pulling his hand away from her. He wondered if she was beginning to have regrets, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted by her mouth. She leaned downward and wrapped her lips around him. He emitted a loud groan as her tongue danced around his manhood. He put a hand in her silver hair and closed his eyes in pleasure. However, it was short-lived. She pulled away and he opened his eyes, giving her a questioning look.

“Lubrication, dear,” she murmured, maneuvering herself to sit back up and look him in the eyes.

She swung a leg over him and straddled his lap. He breathed heavily as she lowered herself around him. A loud moan fell from his lips as she rode him. His eyes traveled around her body as he took in her beauty. He felt her round buttocks slap his testicles as she bounced on top of him and he let out another moan. Her large, round breasts jiggled magnificently with each thrust of her hips.

“Oh God,” he grunted, moving his hips against hers. “Jacquelyn, you feel amazing.”

She moaned and breathed, “Suck on my nipples, Ryan. I've fantasized about you doing that for so long now.”

He was surprised that she had fantasized about him, but he did not waste any time thinking about it. He obeyed her, wrapping his mouth around one of her nipples and massaging the other breast with his hand. She rotated her hips against his and screamed as his member hit her g-spot. He moaned against her breast and moved his hips against hers faster.

“Oh God, it feels so good,” he grunted, pulling away from her nipple to speak. “I might come soon!”

“Stop talking, keep sucking,” she demanded.

He complied, swirling his tongue around against her massive breast. She began rubbing herself and arched her back, an action that reminded him of Veronica for a moment. Despite his guilt, he pushed the thought out of his mind and basked in her beauty.

“I'm getting close, Ryan,” she breathed, rubbing herself faster.

“Me too, Jacquelyn,” he moaned.

Suddenly, he felt her womanhood pulse around him and he released inside of her. She screamed and her movements became stiff for a moment. Then, she collapsed on top of him and buried her face in his neck. He breathed heavily, pinned to the couch by his stepmother's naked form, and he began to panic.

She caught her breath and wrapped her arms around his neck, using him as support to lean back and jiggle her breasts in his face once more. His face became red and he looked away from her, but she was demanding.

“Your father has some of his special pills here if you want to go again,” she whispered, sensuously, taking his hand in hers and leading it to one of her breasts once more. “Nobody has to know.”

“I—I think this was a mistake,” he blurted, pushing her off of him.

He seized his pants and ran to his bedroom. He locked the door behind him, breathing heavily and running a hand through his hair, disgusted with himself.

“But Ryan, that was so quick!” she yelled after him. “Just one more time! Please?”

Ryan ignored her and gulped, pulling his cell phone out of the pocket of his trousers. He saw that he had six missed calls. They were all from Veronica.

His heart sank. He had no idea how to explain everything to her.

Suddenly, Jacquelyn knocked on the door. He sighed and stood up to walk to the door. He unlocked it and opened it a crack. She stood there, still naked, a smirk on her face. She shook a bottle of prescription medication and winked at him.

He knew that he should have said no, but she was too beautiful to deny. He seized the bottle and let her into the room.

“Let's make another mistake,” she whispered.