Stepbrother Forever: A Stepbrother Romance (20 page)

ASHLEY

Chapter 3

It takes me a little while to
wake Michael up and arouse him, but never let it be said that I don’t know how
to rise to a challenge. I’m already hot and wet and dying for my boyfriend’s
touch, but when I close my eyes and start to kiss him, all I can picture is
Jayson’s face.

I reach down and feel Michael’s
hard cock throbbing. He’s ready for me. I know it. So why the hell am I still
thinking about the guy from the bar, who means nothing at all to me?

I slide off my panties and
climb on top of Michael as he languidly caresses me in his half-asleep state.
When I straddle his hips and ease down onto his manhood, he moans and tilts his
head back like he’s in heaven.

That’s what I should want. A
guy who appreciates me. Who treats me like a goddess and worships at my feet.

But when I close my eyes again,
I still can’t help but picture Jayson. Why can’t I get him out of my mind? He’s
just like every other player that thought they could take me home.

And yet there’s just something
about him I can’t shake. Not that any of that matters—we’re just two ships that
passed in the night. I’ll never see him again.

And I have a boyfriend. Who I’m
riding. So why can’t I focus on him?

It’s not like there’s a
shortage of things for me to focus on. Like the familiar sensation of his cock
inside me, or the way he moans softly and sleepily as we reach climax together.
It doesn’t take long. I was ready when I left the bar and I know how to work
him. I have my hands on his shoulders and again found myself wishing they were
the tanned, broad shoulders I had seen earlier, wondering again where that arm
tattoo would lead me.

My body shudders and Michael
spasms, smiling and kissing me before turning over and drifting back to sleep.
I get up and go to the bathroom to wash off my makeup and get ready for bed.

I use Michael’s toothbrush to
brush my teeth. I don’t have anything of my own here, so I have to make due. I
throw on one of his t-shirts and climb into bed and toss and turn trying to
fall asleep—I keep picturing Jayson in my mind. Then I remember the way he’d
looked at that blonde I left him with and I’m disgusted, but oddly, I’m also
jealous.

At some point, I finally doze
off next to Michael who I’m not even sure realizes I’m actually here.

I’m exhausted as I walk
mindlessly around Michael’s small kitchen, brewing a pot of coffee. I hear
Michael brushing his teeth and smile as I think about him. We may have only
been together for a few months, but I’m enjoying the routine.

I always thought being with a
“normal” guy would get boring after a while, but even with our mundane habits
and the lack of excitement, I believe everything is going great. I give Michael
a smile as he walks into the kitchen and turn to grab his cup of coffee. As I
hand it to him, I ask “Are you ready for your big presentation?”

“What? Oh, yeah,” he replies,
then quickly looks away.

I’m almost sure he’s not
telling me the truth, but I let it go. I’m used to being lied to, but Michael’s
not that kind of guy. I have to start heading home and get ready for my shift,
anyway.

“Well, good luck. I’m working
until tonight and lunch again tomorrow, but I’ll see you tomorrow night,” I
say. I have a dinner party to go to at my mother’s house to meet her boyfriend
that she has been talking about for months. She’s sure he’s “the one” and is
ready for my brother and I to meet him.

“What’s tomorrow night?” he
asks me, apparently forgetting about this dinner I had talked about many times
already. Has he even been listening?

I raise an eyebrow. “Dinner at
my mom’s house, remember?”

“Of course. I forgot it was the
end of the week already. I wouldn’t miss it,” he answers, taking his mug and
leaving the kitchen to finish getting ready.

I take another sip of my coffee
and lean against the counter. Maybe our relationship isn’t as great as I
thought. I look down at myself. I’m wearing nothing but Michael’s old t-shirt.
It
’
s been a few months
already and I don
’
t even
have a change of clothes here.

I finish what’s left of my
coffee and put the mug in the sink. I walk into the bedroom where Michael is
knotting his tie in the mirror. I pull his t-shirt off and grab my top and mini
skirt from the night before. As I bend over, he smacks me on the ass.

“Thanks for coming by last
night. You haven’t made a booty call in a while. It was a nice change.”

I see a flash of Jayson’s face
and immediately feel bad.
Why am I
thinking of him again?

“Of course. I was thinking
about you all night. I couldn’t wait to see you,” I lie.

I mean, it wasn’t really a lie.
I could have easily had my way with Jayson—or any other man in the bar, for
that matter—but instead I chose Michael. I think I’m in love with him. We
haven’t said it yet or made it official, but I care for him a lot and we do
have fun together, no matter how simple or monotonous our relationship has
become.

I finish dressing just as he
does and grab my purse off the nightstand. I look like a whore leaving his
apartment dressed in my clothes from the night before, but I guess I don’t have
a choice. We walk out together and gently kiss on the lips in front of the
building.

“Have a great day,” he says,
smiling at me.

“Talk to you later,” I reply,
and without another word, he hails a cab and heads out.

I start walking back home to my
apartment. It’s not too far and it’s a beautiful morning out. Considering I’m
in heels, it may not be the best idea, but I had a pleasant night and wouldn’t
mind some time alone in the sun with my thoughts. Of course I’m getting some
judgmental glares on my way home, but I don’t care. I don’t know any of these
people and what I do is none of their business.

I pull my cell phone from my
purse and dial Rachel’s number. She doesn’t answer and I realize she’s probably
already on her way to work. I leave her a message and let her know I’m working
a double, if she wants to stop in for dinner or drinks and keep me company.

I reach my building and wave to
the doorman as I make my way to the elevator. I wait and smile at one of my
neighbors as she looks me up and down on her way out. Fuck her—even with her
snotty look, I know she’s jealous. We both know who got some last night, and it
sure wasn’t her. I press the button and ride the elevator up to the
twenty-first floor.

As I amble around my apartment
getting ready for work, I can’t help but think of Jayson again. We barely spent
five minutes together, yet I can’t get him off my mind. God, he was so sexy and
instantly got me hot without even touching me. I can only imagine what would
happen if he actually got his hands on me.

I replay our brief conversation
in my head. He definitely had some balls using a line like that on me. There
are lots of women who would have slapped him for saying something like that,
but to my surprise, I’m not one of them.

I hate players. But I can’t get
Jayson out of my mind. What the hell is wrong with me?

As much as I hate wearing a
uniform, it does make getting dressed for work pretty easy—black pants, tight
black tee, and when I get to there, I
’
ll
add the black apron. I don’t mind my job, but I can’t wait to finish school and
work in the real world. I’m still not sure what it is I want to do, but I know
I don’t want to be wearing a uniform when I do it.

I take one last look in the
mirror, grab my purse and keys and head back out for the lunch shift.

JAYSON

Chapter 4

I wish I could remember her
name, especially since I just fucked her. I would have asked her again at the
bar, but I didn’t really care, and by the time I actually went to say it her
lips were around my cock, so it would have been rude. I love a good lay and
know how to find one, but it would be nice to have to work for it every once in
a while. What’s the use of having all these God-given skills when you never get
to use them?

She’s sleeping, partly because
of the fruity vodka drinks she was sucking down all night and partly because of
the screaming orgasms I gave her. I’m going to have to wake her and ask her to
leave soon, but I would love to remember her name so I don’t come off like a
total dickhead. Angela? Amanda?

It doesn’t take me long to give
up wracking my brain for an answer.
Whatever,
they
’
re
all the same.

Ashley. Ashley isn’t the same.
I only met her just last night, but I sure as hell remember her name. Every
fiber of my being wants to make her cum so fucking hard. I can do that to any
woman, but I want to do it to her. I want to hear her say my name while she’s
trembling and dripping all over my cock with those long, luscious legs wrapped
around my waist.

Thinking about her is getting
me hard, but I don’t really want to bang this girl again. I had a long night
and I don't want to have to talk to her and make things awkward.

I give the blonde a little
nudge to try and rouse her. She stirs, but she’s not waking up. I go a little
harder this time and her eyes open. She really is beautiful, but she’s got to
go.

“Hey, baby. It’s time to go. I
have to get ready for work.”

She smiles at me and rolls
over. Really, she’s got to go. I don’t feel bad asking her to leave so soon—she
was way too easy and eager to be the kind of girl that’s never fucked a guy she
just met. No way she didn’t know what she was getting into. I get up out of the
bed to get my point across and she looks up at me.

“You still look hot in the
daylight. Do you have any coffee?” She yawns, making her way too slowly out of
my bed.

“Sorry, I don’t drink coffee,”
I lie, “but there’s a deli across the street.”

She bats her eyelashes and
asks, “Wanna come with me?” She seems nice for a girl who couldn’t keep her
clothes on long enough to get out of the elevator and was barely in a bra by
the time she reached my door.

“Can’t, sweetheart. I have to
get showered up and hit the road,” I reply.

She gets up and starts looking
around for her clothes. As she walks around collecting them, I think of Ashley
again. I would have made her coffee—after some amazing morning sex. Dammit.
Thinking about her even for a hot minute gives me an instant hard-on. What is
it about her that’s getting me so hot?

What’s-her-name is finally
putting her slutty heels back on and preparing for our awkward goodbye. She
doesn’t bother asking me to call her because by now she realizes I never will.
I walk her to the door and we quickly kiss on the lips and smile at each other
as she leaves.

“Thanks, Jayson. I had a great
time.”

“Me too,” I reply with my
sweetest smile as I close the door.
Don’t
let the door hit you in the ass,
I think to myself as I go to shower up.

I really enjoy a long, hot
shower in the morning. Especially after a night of dirty sex. The girl was
beautiful and she knew how to work it, but she was nothing special. None of
them are. They give me what I want and I make sure to thank them for it. Once
in a while I will actually take a woman out to dinner, but I honestly don’t
care enough to get to know them that well. I keep busy with work, and that
satisfies me in other ways.

I like to work with my hands
and be physical, but I need to use my brain, too. Owning my own construction
company gives me the best of both. I can be hands-on at any time and work
alongside my men, and other times I can play the businessman role, making deals
and decisions. The money is great, too. I really do have everything I need.

I continue to think about the
day ahead as I towel off and throw my work clothes on. I will be helping my men
lay the footing for a new building going up in Long Island City. I catch a
glimpse of myself in the mirror. I look good. The women I’m with always
compliment my body. Even when they’re not interested, I can still see the
hungry look in their eyes—like the one Ashley had. She can deny it all she
wants, but I could tell she wanted a taste.

I picture her again and find
myself hoping to run into her somehow. If I had a little more time, and if her
friend wasn’t around, I know I could break her down.