Stepbrother Forever: A Stepbrother Romance (53 page)

Preston smirked and shook his head at me, but he couldn’t
tear his eyes away from my breasts. As I released them from my bra he pulled it
away, taking one in each hand as he kissed me again, his fingers brushing over
my skin with such reverence I thought I would burst into tears right there.

“I’m so sorry,” he said over and over again. “I wish there
had been some other way…”

“Make it up to me,” I told him, pushing his head down between
my thighs.

Preston sank to his knees in front of me, pushing my skirt up
my hips and sliding my panties down my calves as he gingerly kissed his way up
my legs. He took his time, caring nothing for what was happening outside the
limo, focusing only one my body and how many ways he could make it sing under
his expert caress. I leaned my head back and moaned as he pulled me toward the
edge of my seat, and when he pressed his lips against my aching womanhood, I
felt my core shudder and hum with delight.

“Preston,” I breathed, grasping his hair. His tongue made one
long lick from my entrance to crest of my vulva and I sighed, arching, my
nipples puckering in the cool air conditioning as he spread my folds with his
fingers.

“Every day of my life,” he said between licks. “I’ll do this
every day of my life if it means you’ll forgive me.”

“Oh, Preston,” I said again, shivering as he began to torture
my bud in earnest. “I already do.”

But that didn’t stop him. I knew it wouldn’t. I had been
counting on it.

He slid one of his fingers inside of me, using it to brush my
sweet spot as his lips wrapped around my tender nubbin and sucked gently. I
reeled, my heels on his shoulders as he devoured me. I felt like the only woman
in all the world at that moment, like nothing that had happened to either of us
had ever mattered. We were all there was, all there ever would be. I closed my
eyes, squirming as Preston brought me to the edge of oblivion, holding me there
as I moaned his name and inhaled his scent with every labored breath I took of
him.

“Don’t stop,” I urged him, pulling on his hair as a wave of
pleasure shook me. “Jesus Christ, Preston. Don’t ever stop!”

“Never,” he promised, getting back up onto his knees. He laid
me back against the leather seat, climbing on top of me as we kissed again and
I tasted my sweet nectar all over his lips.

I whimpered and pressed up against him, my fingers quivering
as I worked each button on his shirt. I swept it away, reveling in the
sensation of his smooth, broad chest pressed against my own. I could feel his
abs ripple against my taut tummy, could feel the weight of him pressing down on
me in all the right ways. Involuntarily I parted my legs for him, letting his
hips rest in the valley between them. I didn’t even have to think about making
love to Preston. It was something as natural as blinking, as breathing in the
air around me. My body acquiesced to it before the question was even asked in
my mind.

He slipped his strong arms around me, his biceps bulging and
quaking as he lifted me up to his mouth. In the space between us I unbuttoned
and unzipped his pants, pushing them down his legs along with his boxer briefs
until I could feel his hard flesh brushing against my mound. He was so stiff,
so swollen for me that I knew it must be painful. I let my hand wander over it,
teasing his shaft with my fingers as I traced every vein that ran from root to
tip, making him shudder and groan.

“Maddy,” he gasped into my ear. His breath was sweltering
hot. “I need you.”

“I need you too,” I told him, wrapping my legs around his
waist as he took the invitation and dove inside of me, striking deep and true.

I threw my head back, my hair spilling over the seat behind
me as Preston captured my throat in his lips. He placed soft, lazy kisses all
along it, each press of his mouth inspiring in me a new kind of pleasure I’d
never felt before. I wiggled as he teased, sighing and shivering, digging my
nails into his shoulders as he pumped steadily into my warm, wet chasm. There
was a tenderness in his touch this time, a desperation that transcended mere
carnal need.

Preston wasn’t fucking me this time. This time, we were
making love.

I hid my face in the curve of his neck, muffling my cries of
ecstasy on his flesh. He only allowed this for a few moments before he took a
handful of my hair and pulled me away from him, gazing into my eyes as he said,
“Look at me.”

I bit my lip, my cheeks flushing with shy desire. He smiled
and kissed each one, showering that redness with affection as it lit up my
freckles like the lights on a Christmas tree.

Preston drove into me again and again until finally he sat
back on his heels, pulling my hips up onto the tops of his thighs and knees. He
held me with one hand as the other drifted to my pussy, his thumb grinding into
my clit as I seized and shouted, clenching him between my thighs as I gasped
for breath.

“Fuck! Preston!”

“Cum for me, Maddy,” he said. He sounded more like he was
begging than commanding. It thrilled me all the same. “Please, baby. I want to
feel you around me. I need to feel you…”

I grasped my tits in my hands, tugging and toying with my
nipples as bolts of bliss jolted into my core. A tension was building, one that
had been waiting quite some time for release, and when the dam finally burst I
careened headlong into a beautiful abyss.

I writhed uncontrollably, my inner muscles clenching down
around Preston’s cock and milking it for all it was worth as wave after wave of
rapture overtook me. It was like a tide was sweeping me out into an endless
sea, pulling me down into depths I could not fathom, assuring that I would
never breathe again as I sank and sank. And yet I didn’t care. I wanted those
waves to drown me, to pour over me and wash every ounce of my being away. But
Preston kept me grounded. He held onto me, watching as his face twisted with
pleasure, gritting his teeth as his own passion consumed him just as it had
consumed me.

“Maddy,” he groaned. That word left his lips like a prayer,
and a moment later, he worshipped me with his seed.

He fell forward and I caught him, kissing him over and over
as he filled me in the way I’d needed ever since we’d last seen each other.
That sensation of wholeness returned to me, and for the first time in weeks, I
felt utterly at peace with him and with myself.

We lay together for innumerable moments, entwined in one
another and unwilling to let go. Tears were brimming in my eyes again. The
tidal wave of my pleasure had been replaced by one of emotion, and I couldn’t
stop the sobs wracking my body as Preston kept me safe in his arms.

“Hey,” he said, finally drawing away from me. “You know who
deserves a happy ending?”

“We do,” I said, laughing as I blinked the happy tears from
my eyes. “We fucking do.”

Preston smiled. He brushed the last tear away with his thumb.
“You’re damn right,” he told me. “And I think I know just the place to make it
happen...”

If
you’d told me three weeks
ago that I’d have Maddy out on my boat cruising through the Caribbean, I would
have said you were crazy. Back then she was still my soon-to-be stepsister, it
looked like my father had won, and I’d firmly believed I’d chased away the love
of my life for good.

Now here we were, just the two of us aboard my boat, the
shadow of impending relation no longer looming over us. We were finally,
completely free, and it was the best feeling I’d ever had.

I watched her as she sauntered over in her white string
bikini, the one with a big, gold ring that pulled together the front of her top
and accentuated her inhumanly perfect cleavage. The way her hair fluttered in
the warm breeze made her look like she was in some kind of
Sports Illustrated
ad as she bent over to hand me another daiquiri.

I gently pulled open the front of her top with one finger and
peeked at her bountiful breasts. She laughed and slapped my hand away before
sitting down on my lap, relaxing against me in the sun.

“This is perfect,” she said, sipping on her drink as we baked
under the clear skies together. “I can’t believe how lucky we are.”

“Good things come to those who do good,” I told her. It might
have been ineloquent, but it was true. “You taught me that,” I added, kissing
her shoulder.

She smiled and turned toward me, placing her own kiss on my
temple. “I love you, Preston Harvey. You know that?”

I grinned. It was the first time either of us had said it to
each other, but we’d both known well before now how we felt. It had been love
at first sight—we just hadn’t known it at the time. Now that we did, it was
something we’d never forget.

It still felt good to hear her say it, though. And it was
only fitting, since I had a very important question for her.

“I love you too,” I replied, kissing her on the lips. Then I
tapped her thigh with the palm of my hand. “You gotta get up, though. I have
something to give you.”

Maddy giggled and stood, looking up at me as I got up from
the lounge chair. “Is that a ring box in your pocket, or are you just happy to
see me?”

I stared at her, mouth agape. “You bitch,” I muttered,
giggling as she slapped my shoulder. “You ruined the surprise.”

“The real surprise would be if you managed to slip something
past me,” she said, biting her lip as she gazed up into my eyes. “Come on,
Preston. Ask me. You already know what I’m going to say.”

I smirked. “Yes, ma’am,” I said as I did what I was told.

I lowered myself down on one knee with much grunting and
groaning and holding my back while Maddy rolled her eyes and tried not to smile
at me. Then I reached into the pocket of my shorts and pulled out the ring box
she’d already known was there. At least she didn’t know what was inside of it.

“Madison Hearst,” I began, and even though I knew what her
answer would be, my pulse quickened all the same. “You are the single best
thing to have ever happened to me. Before you, I thought I knew what wealth
was. Before you, I thought I knew how the world worked. Before you, I was sure
there was no such thing as love. Well, I was an idiot. You made me see that.
And now I want to show you something in return.”

I opened up the box. I’d never felt so proud in my life as I
did at that moment when she gasped.

“Oh my God,” she breathed. “Jesus, Preston. It’s beautiful!”

She stared down at the rose gold ring I’d picked out for her,
the one with a twisted, diamond-encrusted shank framing the brightest pink
diamond money could buy. Knowing and loving Maddy had made me rich in an
intangible way, but being an actual billionaire still had its merits when it
came to gifts.

The sun reflected off the gem’s surface, painting Maddy’s
face with an array of prisms that would have rivaled the Hope Diamond. I took
her hand—she was too flabbergasted to give it to me on her own—and slowly slid
the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly, just as I’d intended. It had been
hell getting her ring size while she was sleeping.

“Madison Hearst,” I intoned, trying to sound very, very
serious. “Will you marry me?”

Maddy looked from me to the ring, then back again. I quirked
a brow at her as I waited for her to respond.

In typical Maddy fashion, she made me wait. And then she
grinned and threw her arms around me as I stood, bouncing up and down as she
cried, “Yes! Yes!” over and over again.

My heart swelled as I took her in my arms, holding her
tightly and kissing over the waves of her hair as she committed to being my
wife. I’d never wanted anything so badly in all my life as this, and now that I
had it, I felt utterly complete.

Maddy looked up at me and bit her lip. With a very put-on
Southern accent, she asked me, “Does that mean we ain’t gonna be kin no more?”

I shook my head at her and laughed. “Only by marriage,” I
replied, and kissed my bride-to-be once more.