Stepbrother Forever: A Stepbrother Romance (23 page)

“Yup. At a restaurant close to
my apartment. I actually make a decent amount of money there, but it’s just
until I decide what to major in.”

“Hey, you never know what can
happen. Jayson was laid off from his job five years ago. That’s when he and
Matt decided to open their own construction company. They’re now one of the top
contractors for the city,” Tom says. He looks so proud.

So, Jayson is gorgeous, has the
body of a Greek god, and owns a successful business. Kill me now. If only he
was a decent man in general, he would be the whole package. But he’s not, and I
have to keep reminding myself of that.

I take another sip of wine and
try to envision him with that blonde at the bar to remind me of what a player
he is. It’s working, but only a little bit. I don’t even have Michael as a
buffer anymore, but thankfully, Jayson doesn’t know that.

I can’t imagine what he’d do
with the information. Or actually, I can, but I’m trying
really
hard not to.

“I always tell her the same
thing” my mother chimes in. “You never know what can happen. Anything is
possible.”

“Sure is,” Jayson adds, tossing me a wink that makes
my hips ache. “You just never know what life will bring.”

JAYSON

Chapter 6

What the hell? I start my day
thinking I’m going to meet my father’s future wife, and an hour after meeting
her, Ashley walks in—the one woman in as long as I can remember that has really
got my blood pumping. Not just pumping to my dick, but to my brain. I want to
get to know her as much as I want to get inside of her, which is new for me.
Seeing how smitten my father is about her mother, maybe the apple doesn’t fall
far from the tree.

She looks so hot. Even without
all the makeup and short skirt, she is smoking. I almost fell over when I saw
her through the patio door. I won’t ever show fear, though. That’s how they get
you. Once you let your guard down and the woman thinks for she has the upper
hand, you lose. I have no problem keeping up my façade if it means I have a
chance of getting inside of her.

The look on her face when she
notices me is priceless. I see her stumble and know that Ashley doesn’t stand a
chance against me, at least in a battle of nerves. I’m going to make her squirm
every chance I get. She can’t escape me tonight.

All kidding aside, I think it’s
pretty strange that we met for the first time a couple of days ago and here we
are sitting around a table meeting each other’s families. I feel the same spark
when our hands touch as I did the first time. Her palms are sweaty which
normally would be a turn off but in this case it shows her fear. If she wasn’t
into me, she wouldn’t care, and she obviously cared a lot. The conversation is
going well between the families. We are actually getting along and it isn’t
forced. Ashley can’t look at me but I don’t mind. I know she is burning inside.
Partly from nerves but more because she is hot for me. I’ve been around enough
women to know and even without looking at me, it’s obvious. I smile at her
whenever I see her glance my way. She rolls her eyes at me each time and it
makes me smile more.

The second she tries to break
away I’m right behind her. I also want to make her sweat a little more. I
follow her inside and can’t help but stare at her ass as I go. I would love to
see what it looks like under those jeans. I would love even more to press
against it while I bury my cock up inside her. I feel myself getting hard
thinking about it, but it’s not the right time for that now.

I’m known to be a bit cocky, in
more ways than one, but I also enjoy a sense of humor. I think it’s a nice ice
breaker even if sometimes I can be what some call ‘crass’. If she can’t take
the heat, she’s just going to have to get out of the kitchen, literally. I
immediately hit her with a sexual complement and see her smile. She can play
nice all she wants but I know she is a dirty girl inside and she confirms it
with a laugh at my next line. Oh, I am going to fuck her, I know I will. How and
when are the only questions.

ASHLEY

Chapter 7

After the initial introductions
and conversation outside, I begin to help my mother clean up and get ready to
serve dinner. It’s nothing fancy, but my mom is a great entertainer,
regardless.

We bring the appetizer trays
into the kitchen to wash and she starts pulling pans from the oven where they
were staying warm. She asks me to take a couple of salads and things out of the
fridge. We work in a familiar rhythm and talk among ourselves while the men are
enjoying themselves outside.

“So, what do you think of Tom?”
Mom asks me. She seems eager for my opinion.

“I think he’s great, Mom,” I
answer. It’s the truth. He seems nice, and I can tell by the way he looks at my
mother that he is really enamored with her. “I’m really happy for you.” I turn
around and see her smiling and teary-eyed.

“I’m in love for the first time
since your father, Ashley. I didn’t think it would ever happen again, but Tom
is amazing and he treats me like a queen. You and Eric appear to be getting
along just fine with Matt and Jayson, which is also so nice to see. Maybe this
is really meant to be.”

Yeah, maybe. I’m happy, for her
but the thought of being forced to see Jayson for the rest of my life makes me
uncomfortable. It would be creepy for me to want to have sex with my
stepbrother.

Yet no matter how weird the
thought is, my mind starts to wander to the forbidden. On top of all the things
about him that turn me on, knowing it is taboo makes it that much more
exciting.

“I wish Michael had come,” Mom
says, startling me out of my impure thoughts.

“I do, too. It’s okay, though.
It’s nice to spend time with just us and not have to worry about adding someone
else into the mix.” I’ll tell her the truth about him another day. Tonight is
not the time or the place for it.

“I guess you’re right. And if
you two are serious, there will be plenty of chances to meet him again,” she
tells me with a tray of roast chicken in her hands. “Now open the door and
let’s bring this all outside. It’s still beautiful out, so we might as well
take advantage of it.”

We step outside and the men
scurry to make room on the table. Then we sit back down and enjoy the rest of
the meal.

It is perfect outside. I always
loved my backyard growing up, although I didn’t appreciate it as much until I
left and moved to the city. Our home is on the open bay and on quiet summer
nights, overlooking the calm waters brings a sense of peace and tranquility.
The only sounds are that of small boats passing slowly by on their way in or
out of the inlet.

The conversation flows easily.
I keep catching Jayson looking at me but I pretend not to notice. The three
glasses of wine are definitely helping my nerves and my confidence here. I
don’t realize that I might have drank too much until I stand to help clear the
table and it takes me a few seconds to balance. Everyone is getting up,
clearing plates and going back and forth to the kitchen. My mother asks me to
set my dessert out on the kitchen table.

As I pull my strawberry
shortcake out of the fridge, Mom announces, “Oh, Ashley, my favorite! You’re so
good to me.”

I set the plates on the table
and take a nice piece of shortcake for myself, adding strawberries and whipped
cream. “I think I’m going to sit on the deck for dessert. I don’t get to spend
enough time outside at home,” I report on my way out the door.

“I’ll keep you company,” Jayson
says, making his own plate and following me out.

“Great. Thanks,” I mutter under
my breath. So much for peace and tranquility.

I proceed to the edge of the
deck and sit on a lounge chair, lying back with my cake and taking a big breath
of the night air. Jayson makes himself comfortable in the chair next to mine
and puts his feet up, digging his fork into his cake and taking a heaping bite.

“Did you really make this?” he
asks.

I shove a bite of my own into
my mouth. “Yup.”

“A woman who can cook in the
bedroom
and
the kitchen. It’s like a
dream come true.”

“You have no idea what happens
in my bedroom,” I reply.

“Apparently not much, if you’re
relying on that no-show boyfriend of yours,” Jayson quips.

Damn, he’s good. I’m pretty
drunk and I’m having trouble forming a comeback. He looks at me and dips his
finger into his whipped cream, then meets my eyes as he proceeds to provocatively
and suck the cream off of the end of it. If we’re playing games, I’m losing. He
continues talking since I have no response.

“I’ve been thinking about you
since we met the other night.” My heart stops. Is he for real, or is he playing
me? Either way, it’s working. I’m so fucking hot right now and he’s barely said
anything.

“Oh, yeah? I saw you with that
blonde chick when I was leaving. It looks like you forgot about me pretty
quick,” I say, wondering if he hears my voice wavering.

“You noticed, huh? Well, don’t
worry your pretty little head over it. She was no big deal. I would have rather
gone home with you,” he answers. Shit. I shouldn’t have let him know I noticed.

“I’m not into players or
one-night stands. You’re really not my type—at all.”

“I hear what you’re saying, but
your body tells me I am very much your type,” Jayson replies effortlessly.

“My body and my brain are on
the same page. I think you’re just such an arrogant prick that you can’t
understand how a woman couldn't be into you.” Finally, I sound a lot more sure
of myself than I feel.

With that the patio door opens
and Eric comes out, sitting himself on the bench across from us. He has no idea
how perfect his timing is.

“I think I’m going to head home
in a few, sis. If you need a ride to the train, I can take you,” he offers. I
think I’ll take him up on it. I’ve had too much to drink and as much of Jayson
as I can handle.

“I’m headed back to the city,
too,” Jayson chimes in. “Mind if I hitch a ride?”

What the fuck.

“Sure, no problem,” Eric
replies.

Son of a bitch!

The three of us get up and walk
back inside to say goodbye. Tom is apparently spending the night at my mother’s
house, which I’m sure he often does. I do a double-take when I see Matt pick up
a set of keys off the counter. “You’re driving back into Manhattan?”

“No, I’m headed to West Hampton
for the rest of the weekend. I figured since I was already coming this way I
would crash at my friend’s house for the night,” he answers, having no idea
what havoc he is wreaking on my life right now.

I’m screwed. I can’t stay here
and I have no other way back. Time to put on my big girl pants and get ready
for the ride home.

We all say our goodbyes and I
hug my mom, promising to come back very soon. She also promises to meet me for
lunch. I shake Tom’s hand and say, “So nice to meet you. You make my mother
very happy. Thank you.”

He smiles at me. “Of course.
She is an amazing woman.” And then he takes her hand in his. They look like
teenagers in love.

The four of us head out the
front door. Matt says goodnight and gets into his car and Eric, Jayson, and I
get into Eric’s Jeep. I am half-listening to the small talk between Eric and
Jayson while mentally preparing myself for the next hour and a half. I’m trying
to conjure my best bitch persona so I can be ready for the battle of wits I am
sure is coming.

_____

“Well-played,” I mutter once
Jayson and I are standing in the station. Eric left us back by the entrance. I
wish I’d had an excuse not to let him go.

“What do you mean?” Jayson
inquires, his eyebrows raised. “You live in Manhattan, I live in Manhattan. We
both need the train to get home. No game here.”

“Just don’t get any ideas,” I
warn him. “I don’t even want to sit next to you right now.”

And I don’t. I want to sit on
his lap, naked, and ride him the whole way home, but that’s not going to
happen, ever. I won't let it. I erase the thought from my mind when I hear the
train coming down the tracks.

“Easy, Ashley. I’m not as evil
as you think,” Jayson says, sounding just a little bit hurt. Does he have
feelings, after all?

The train comes to a stop, the
doors open, and we board. There are very few people headed west this time of
night, so it’s pretty empty. I choose a seat and place my bag down next to me,
assuring Jayson can’t sit there. Instead he makes himself comfortable across
from me. Now I have to look at him for the whole ride. Maybe this was a bad
idea.

We sit in silence for the first
several minutes. I feel awkward, so I pull out my phone and pretend to be very
interested in it. I see a text from Rachel asking how it’s going. I answer,
Talk tomorrow.
There’s no way to begin
explaining how tonight was going.

I see a text from Michael also.
Sorry, Ash. I never meant to hurt you.
I just erase it. There’s no point in dwelling on our relationship, I don’t
forgive cheating.

“You are so beautiful,” Jayson
says, startling me. I look up and he is staring right at me. “There are so many
things I want to do to you.”

“I’m sure there are, but it’s
not going to happen. Do you even know how to have a normal conversation?”
Seriously, does he? He only speaks to me in sexual innuendoes.

“Of course I do, but something
about you makes me want to forget everything else. I’m actually a really nice
guy.”

“I have a hard time believing
that,” I snark.

“It’s true. But I like teasing
you. You’re different,” he says.

“How?” I ask, and I really want
to know. What makes him think he can talk to me like this?

“I know you think I’m hot, but
I also know you’re not going to make it easy for me. You’re beautiful and
witty, and if you really thought I was an ass, you would have slapped me when I
dropped that first line on you at the bar—which, by the way, I would never have
used if I couldn’t tell that all just by looking at you.”

Jayson tells me this with the
confidence of someone who thinks they know everything. He actually hit the nail
on the head, though, so maybe at least when it comes to women, he does know a
lot.

“You seem to think you know me
pretty well. But I’m still not convinced even part of you is a nice guy,” I
reply.

“I can be a very nice guy,” he
insists, looking into my eyes. I am entranced and I want to hear more, but say
nothing in return. He continues, “If I were so lucky as to be given the chance,
I would take you out for a nice dinner at one of my favorite Italian places. We
would order a nice bottle of wine and enjoy some good conversation—you know,
the kind where we talk and laugh and get to know each other better. We would
share a sweet dessert and by the time we left, we would be walking hand in
hand.

“I would take you back to your
apartment, and before we said goodnight, I would slowly run my hand over your
cheek, grasp your chin, lean closer, and kiss you on your sweet lips.” His
description has me melting into my seat. I can almost taste his lips on mine.

“Then what?” I ask, not
realizing I am saying it out loud until I hear it myself.

“Then I would part your lips
with my tongue and kiss you while I ran my hands down the curve of your back. I
would pull you into me so our bodies were pressed together and slowly start
kissing your neck, letting you feel how hard I get just from kissing you.”

His description makes me feel
like I am right there with him. He hasn’t looked away from my eyes for a
second. I lean toward him, wanting him to make it real. I don’t care what I
thought before I got onto this train. All I know now is that I want Jayson. I
need him. Now.

He leans in and runs his
fingers through my hair and rests his hand on my cheek. Our lips touch, and without
any hesitation, we kiss. My hands find their way up to his neck and I’m rubbing
the back of it and pulling him closer into me. The heat between us is deep and
primal. Our tongues are twirling in rhythm as he runs his hands through my
hair, kissing me deeply and passionately. It feels like the kiss lasts for
hours, but when we hear the call for the next station we are startled back into
reality.