Текст книги "Bastard: A stepbrother Romance"

Автор книги: Coco Cadence

сообщить о нарушении

Текущая страница: 6 (всего у книги 13 страниц)

Chapter 16

Emily

Chris King is kissing me right now, and I love every second of it. I shouldn’t, it’s so bad, but damn, he’s a great kisser. The way he smothers me, consumes me, and completely overwhelms me with just his lips. God, I can’t imagine what he’s capable of with his hands, his body … his mouth somewhere else, and his cock … Oh, fuck me. I shouldn’t be thinking about this, but I am.

As his tongue dips out to probe my mouth, my fingers scrunch up his shirt, desperate to get closer, and his hand moves to my ass to squeeze tight and pull me even closer. Nothing is close enough because all I can think about is kissing him, touching him, and feeling him the way I used to. Before everything became impossible … before we became family.

There were only us.

In these lights flashing all around, I lose myself to his touch, his wicked tongue licking my lips, his scorching hot kisses numbing me. The music blasts all around us, but my ears can’t even hear it. All I notice are the hot and salty kisses on my mouth, the quick, playful swipes around my tongue, and the sweat mixing with sizzling desire.

When he takes his lips from mine, I’m left bereft of something I didn’t know I had in the first place.

“Did it work?” he whispers against my lips.

“What?” I say, still delirious from his kiss.

He smiles against my skin. “Do you want me?”

Oh, god. Now I remember what he said. He just wanted to make me jealous. In the heat of the moment, I had completely forgotten about it.

“Wait,” I say, leaning back. “You were here with her just to make me jealous? Is that what this is all about?”

He cocks his head. The playful smile he gives me almost ignites my heart, if I didn’t feel like a backstabber.

“Basically … yeah,” he says, and then he laughs it off as if it’s no big deal.

“What? No, no, no.” I push him away. “I can’t do that. What about that girl? You can’t do that to her.” I make a face.

“Relax,” he says, keeping me close in his arms so I don’t run off. “She knew what she was getting herself into.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

But before he can answer, she’s already appeared right in front of me. Chris rummages in his pocket and takes out a five-dollar bill, handing it to her.

“Thanks,” she says.

“No, thank you,” he says with a wink.

And then she saunters off.

Amazed, I blink a couple of times. “What the hell was that?”

“Nothing …” he muses.

“Did you just pay her?”

“I might have bribed her to go out with me …” He shrugs.

“Are you fucking serious?” I thought my jaw couldn’t drop further, but I was wrong.

“Em.” Chris grabs my shoulders and redirects my attention toward him. “I had a good reason.”

“That is some fucked-up shit, Chris,” I say, frowning at him.

“I know, but I did what I had to do to get your attention.”

“Well, you got it all right.” I roll my eyes. “But not in a good way.”

“I can make it good …” He grabs my waist and pulls me in again. “Real good.”

“Chris … I …”

“Stop. I know you liked that … the way I touched you …” His hand slides down to my ass, and I can’t say that I hate it, but I don’t love it, either. It just feels so wrong. “The way I kissed you.” So, so wrong.

“You bribed a girl to dance with you so you could make me jealous.”

“I bribed a girl to make you jealous because I want you. And I’ll do pretty much anything to get what I want.” His fingers dig into my pants, and I think I can almost hear him growl.

“Even being a filthy piece of shit …” I mumble.

“Em, I’d roll around in shit then swim all the way across the fucking ocean, steal a bike to ride across the country, pilot a fucking plane, and then crash-land in your garden just to be with you.”

I try not to laugh, but I couldn’t hold it. Laughter bursts from my lungs, but I try to stop it as quickly as I can, because I shouldn’t be laughing right now. I should be mad, angry with myself for allowing him to seduce me again. Dammit.

When I regain my senses, I sigh and turn around, ready to walk out.

“Where are you going?” Chris asks, grabbing my arm.

“Back to my friend.”

“But we were having a good time together,” he says.

“Chris …” I jerk my arm free. “You know how I feel about it.”

This makes his brow twitch. I know he knows what I’m talking about. No matter how much time passes or how many times he tries to kiss me, it won’t change what happened … and that he ran away from what he did like a coward.

“Besides, it’s her birthday,” I say to break the ice. “Someone’s gotta keep her company.”

“Someone already is.” Chris points at Alyssa.

I notice she’s chatting with none other than the girl Chris was just dancing with. “How …”

But then Alyssa looks up and waves at me, and the girl next to her smiles.

“They know each other,” Chris says. “Alyssa actually invited her to her birthday as well.”

Chapter 17

Emily

“What?” My jaw drops, and I spin on my heels and tap on Chris’s chest. “She’s part of the setup? You knew that, didn’t you?”

“Your friend just wanted to give us a little nudge, that’s all.”

Angry as hell, I stomp toward Alyssa. “Seriously?”

“Sorry.” She laughs a bit. “But you have to admit, it helped.”

“So this was all a setup,” I repeat.

“Maybe … I mean, we’re friends, and I got a text from her saying she got approached by Chris before you even showed me that picture. So I invited both for my birthday celebration and look what happened …” She’s smiling like crazy, as if she’s the one responsible for getting Chris and me back together or something.

“How did you even get his number?” I ask.

“She gave it to me after texting him a bit. When she sent a picture of him, I couldn’t stop myself. I kind of asked her to play along while I set you two up …”

“You sneaky bitch …” I snap, shaking my head.

She shrugs. “This sneaky bitch just did you a favor.”

“Grr … I’ll get you,” I growl. “Somehow … you’re gonna get one hell of a payback.”

“Well, this is one birthday I won’t forget then.” She chuckles and sips her margarita. “You go have fun with Chris.”

“What? Why would I?”

She leans in. “Because you two obviously want each other.”

“But he’s a lying asshole,” I whisper back.

“Who cares? Just go along with it; maybe you’ll eventually like it.” She gives me a playful slap. “Let it go, let it go!” she sings, making me cringe.

“Okay, stop,” I say.

She dances a little to her own song. “I won’t stop singing unless you go and have fun.”

“But it’s your birthday,” I say, fighting the temptation to plug my own ears.

“Can’t hold it back anymore!” She keeps on singing.

“Okay, okay!” I say, as she twirls me around.

She pushes me straight into Chris, who’s right behind me. “Hey, beautiful.”

When my hand touches his chest by accident, my cheeks flush, and it makes me feel weird because I don’t normally get all hot and bothered by simply touching anyone, let alone Chris. Damn. It must’ve been the kiss.

“Wanna go somewhere else?” he says.

“No, we’re celebrating her birthday,” I say, clearing my throat.

“I’m fine,” Alyssa says with a smirk. “Like I said, go and have fun.”

“But,” I stammer, pleading her not to push me. I’m way too scared of where it’ll take me if I don’t hit the brakes right now.

“No buts,” Alyssa says. “I’ll be fine. I’ve got her, too.” She puts her arm around her friend’s shoulders and pulls her closer. “We’ll have plenty of fun together. Go on.”

“Yeah, Em. C’mon,” Chris says, grabbing my hand.

“Go with him,” Alyssa mouths at me, and I look back at her as Chris drags me through the crowd.

“Where are we going?” I ask him.

He glances at me over his shoulder. “Somewhere more private,” he says with a grin.

He pulls me out of the club and out to the street, and the cold makes me shiver quite a bit. Chris immediately takes off his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders. “Better?”

I nod, and he guides me toward the alley next to the club, where a bright red motorcycle stands at the ready.

“Is that yours?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he says as he gets on and leans back. “C’mon.”

“Oh, no.” I shake my head.

“What?” He frowns. “Afraid?”

“No, I’m not,” I lie, swallowing away my fear. “Don’t we have to wear special clothing for this?”

“I prefer to ride them naked,” he says with a smirk. Even though I know it’s a joke, it’s still making me blush. I can actually picture him riding that thing naked, and it’s fucking sexy. Dammit.

I roll my eyes. “I’d rather not get the police on our ass.”

“It’s only a short ride. They won’t catch us.” He bites his lip provocatively. “Don’t worry; I’ll be the only one getting your ass.”

I try not to show my shock, but it’s hard. Goddamn him, he really knows how to push my buttons. “Fine, just a short ride then,” I say.

Tiptoeing toward him, I manage to sling my leg over the seat and sit down behind him, putting his coat on properly, too. Wrapping my arms around his waist makes my heart flutter a little, especially when I feel his abs tightening through his shirt. He’s holding his breath as my fingers entwine around his belly, and I take in a short gasp when he moves. God, I can feel every inch of his strong muscles here. This makes me feel like a teenager again.

“You ready?” he asks with a gruff voice.

He pulls the handle as I say, “I guess,” making me even more anxious.

I never liked the speed these things could handle. It makes me think we’re gonna crash.

“Nothing’s gonna happen, Em. You’re as safe as can be on this baby.” He pats his bike as if it’s his girlfriend.

“Safe?” I repeat, feeling squeamish.

He licks his lips and throws me a glance. “Well, I can’t promise you that you’ll be safe around me.”

Oh, dear lord.

He rides it out of the alley and onto the street. “Hold on tight; it’s gonna be a rough ride.”

Somehow, I feel like he isn’t just talking about the bike.

He pulls the handle and off we go, shooting through the streets like a rocket. I can’t believe how fast it’s going, and at first, I’m terrified. He swerves through traffic, cutting corners when he turns, causing me to cling to his body even more. I think that’s why he’s doing it.

When we’re out of town and on a road much less crowded, he slows down a little, letting me enjoy the slight nighttime breeze. I don’t know where we’re going or how long we’re going to ride, but I have to say that it feels kind of freeing. With the wind blowing in my hair and my hands holding Chris tight, it’s almost as if I’ve had a weight lifted off me.

We ride for miles on a completely abandoned road until the town is far out of reach. He turns right onto a dusty road that’s a dead-end loop. Behind the trees, he stops, and I wonder where we are.

“What is this place?” I mumble.

“This is where I used to train, way back when we were still young. I used to come here every day with my bike and drive around in circles, always trying to increase my speed.”

“Hmm … so this place means a lot to you then.”

“Sort of.” I can hear him smile. “I come here to feel at peace.”

“Oh …” I don’t even know what to say. This must be where he left his demons. Where he tried to focus on the future instead of the past. Always racing toward something good … something better.

I sigh, wondering whether it really goes that deep with him. Maybe I’ve underestimated his empathy and regret.

I step off the motorcycle and take a look around, but then he grabs my arm and twists me around, almost making me fall into his arms. “Don’t go anywhere.” He picks me up, making me squeal, and lifts me over the front of the bike, so I’m straddling him.

“What are you doing?”

He traps me in his arms, still holding the handles as he closes in on me. “Getting you closer to me …” he growls. “Better … but still not close enough.”

He’s so close that I can feel his breath on my skin, his lips curving up, tempting me to kiss him. But then he arches his back, lifts himself up and scoots back on the seat, giving me a little more room.

I don’t know what he wants or what he’s trying to do … I don’t even know what I want anymore. I hate being so confused.

Taking a breath, I lie back on the handlebars and stare up at the sky above. The stars are shining bright, some twinkling more than others are, and I can’t help but feel amazed at how beautiful everything really is. This spot, the world, the galaxy. It’s so quiet, with only crickets chirping here and there, and for a moment, I close my eyes and enjoy the silence.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

I open one eye to see Chris staring up at the sky. “Yeah … it’s amazing.”

“Makes me feel so tiny,” he says.

I smile. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

He smiles back at me. “Heh, guess I can read your mind.”

I shake my head, laughing a little. “Chris … you’re so weird sometimes.”

“Weird … in a good way,” he says, leaning over me. “Don’t you agree?”

“Maybe …” I say. “Why do you ask?”

“I just wanna do what I do best. What I know is right,” he says. “What I know we both want.”

I swallow away the nerves, my body already heating up from his words. God, I don’t understand why he has this effect on me now. It never used to be this way … except back then. Back when we were young and … innocent.

“Chris, I—”

“Close your eyes,” he interrupts.

Despite the fact that I don’t even know why, I listen to him and close my eyes. Maybe it’s the tone of his voice, which is commanding and convincing at the same time. Or maybe it’s my heart, which is slowly learning to trust him again.

He doesn’t speak, and I listen to the calming sounds surrounding me.

But then I suddenly feel his mouth on my neck.

I suck in a breath as his lips leave a warm, wet spot on my skin. Another peck on the other side of my neck makes me hiss. And then another on my chin, making me open my mouth. My brain is telling me to open my eyes, but all I want is to remain in the dark. Not knowing where the next kiss will land makes it that much more exciting and wrong, too. God, this is so wrong … and so right.

I can feel his rugged skin against mine as he brushes along my neck, his hand on my waist as he leans down to press a kiss to my collarbone. Blowing hot breath underneath my shirt, he’s already driving me crazy with just a few kisses. He knows what I like, and he’s using it against me.

“I want you, Em,” he whispers into my ear. “And I know you want me, too.” He suckles on my earlobe and gently nibbles on it, too. My fingers dig into my jeans as I struggle to contain myself. Part of me wants to jump up and run, and another part wants to lie here and beg for his attention.

When he huskily moans into my ear, I’m done for. “Let me give you what you need.”

Chapter 18

Chris

Pressing soft kisses to her skin requires me to control my inner beast. If it were up to me, I’d ravage her right fucking now. But I gotta take it slow, show her what I can do, what I have to offer, so she’ll crave it more than she can handle. I want her to remember what we had, how it used to be, and how much better it’ll be if she’d just give in to me.

Her legs dangling off the motorcycle tighten around me as I press another kiss just above her shirt. I want to rip it off her and strip her so I can feel her body against mine, but I have to contain myself. I tell myself I’ll get her in my bed soon enough; I just gotta take it slower than slow … so slow she’ll be begging me to take her. And when she does, she’ll be mine completely.

“No teasing …” she mumbles.

“No …” I growl. “We’ve waited long enough. No more avoiding. No more hiding. This. Just this. And us.”

My finger trails down her shirt, carefully avoiding her tits, but her chest rises nonetheless. Her body is already responding to my touch, her lips quivering when my tongue drags across her skin. I slowly undo the button of her jeans and tear down her zipper, exposing her pink see-through panties. Just seeing her pussy already makes my cock hard. Fuck, she’s so fucking beautiful and ready for the taking. Just one taste … One taste and I’ll be fucking lost to her forever.

Get it together, Chris. You can do this. Keep your fucking dick in your pants because this isn’t about you.

Her soft moans bring me back to her face, and I press a hard kiss on her lips. When she kisses me back, I only get more excited. Her lips part and my tongue slides in to toy with hers as my fingers crawl into her panties. I can’t stop myself; I just have to touch her. I have to feel her desire for me. When words aren’t enough, soaked panties and scorching kisses should do the trick.

When my fingers reach her pussy, she holds her breath and her eyelids briefly flash open only to close again when I nibble her lip. Her body squirms underneath me as I rub her sensitive clit, which is begging for release. Images of her fingering herself after she saw my cock float through my mind, making me even hornier. I flick her clit faster, moans escaping her mouth as she’s unable to contain her lust. She doesn’t have to, not around me. I know she wants to keep it a secret because we didn’t choose this, and yet it happened anyway.

She calls it fate; I call it luck because it means she’ll never truly be able to run away from me. After all, family stays together, and we always provide each other with whatever we need … and what she needs right now is a mind-blowing fucking come.

My tongue is going crazy in her mouth, wanting to lick every part of her as she comes undone from my fingers. She’s so fucking wet; I can slather it all over her pussy and then some. She’s mine, all mine, and I’ll be damned if I let her escape from my grasp again.

My finger dips in and out of her, and each time I add another finger, she moans out loud. Fuck, it’s so hot, I cover my mouth on hers, soaking up her moans, because I just can’t fucking get enough. I need more, more, so much more. Claim her as my own. Completely devour her.

“Do you want this, Em?” I whisper against her lips. “Tell me you want me.” I have to hear it come from her mouth, the need, the lust. I want to taste the fucking desire on her lips.

“Fuck …” she moans when I use all my fingers to simultaneously finger her and rub her swollen nub.

“Tell me what you want, babe. I’m here, and I fucking want you so much.” I’ve never wanted anyone this much, but she’s the exception to the rule. The first girl I fell for, the first girl to slip away. I won’t let that happen again.

“I want … I want … Oh god,” she whispers, sucking on her lip.

My lips drag all the way down to her neck to suck on her skin as I bring her to the edge. “Do you want to come?” I groan into her ear.

“Fuck, yes.” Her moans make my cock twitch in my pants, pent-up lust almost erupting.

“Come for me, babe. Don’t hold back.”

I can feel her coming apart in my hand, her wetness flowing richly, soaking my hand and my fingers, and I love every second of it. Her moaning alternates with short gasps as her body writhes underneath me.

“Give me everything you have,” I growl against her skin.

Her eyes remain closed as she comes and comes. It seems unending, and I love it. I love how she just gave her everything to me and even let me do it for her. She was waiting for me to do this, waiting for me to take control so she wouldn’t even be able to say no anymore.

I lick the sweat drops scattered across her chest, the salty taste a drug to me. Everything she is … it’s mine and only mine.

After a while, her breathing steadies and I take my hand out of her panties, zipping her up and closing the button again. I’ve done it. I’ve kept myself together and did it all for her. Just her, nobody else. I wouldn’t fucking do this for any other girl, but she … she’s something special.

Her lips part, and her eyes slowly open, but she doesn’t look at me. She just stares at the sky above, biting her lip in that sexy way that makes my cock ready to burst. Jesus Chris, the first thing I’m gonna do when I get home is blow my fucking load all over the shower. I might not be able to make it there before the cum drips out, but I’ll take care of that later.

First, I need to know what we’re going to do about this situation.

I lean down on the handlebars and gently kiss her on her collarbone. “Now tell me again … how much do you hate me?”

“A lot …” she mumbles.

I smile. “I can imagine. You must be so confused.”

“Fuck you …” she mutters, and then she sits up, gazing angrily at me. “You just did that to get into my pants.”

“No.” I cock my head. “I did it because I saw you needed some … personal attention.” I can’t help but smirk when she growls.

“I can’t believe this. I let you trick me again. God …” She places her hand on her forehead and sighs. “I shouldn’t have gone with you. I shouldn’t have gotten on this damn bike.”

“Hey.” I grab her hand and pull it away. “You don’t need to regret anything. You don’t have to do anything.” I swallow my pride. “I just wanted to do this. For you. That’s all.”

“I’m not some pathetic girl in need of an orgasm, Chris,” she says, frowning.

“I know …I mean, I just wanted to show you that I’m not just a jerk. I can think about others, too.”

She takes another deep breath as if she’s still feeling conflicted. I guess it’s not enough yet. I need to put in more effort, more of everything. More … I wish I could’ve done more before.

“Let’s get you home,” I say, and I move back on the bike and help her up.

“But I thought …”

“What?” I ask. “That you had to do something in return?”

Her cheeks flush, so I guess that’s a yes.

“Just get on,” I say, clearing my throat before I change my mind.

Because, fuck, I can already see her in front of me sucking my dick while I’m lying back on my bike. Fucking her from behind while she’s leaning over my bike. Or maybe fucking her against that tree right there. God, I really have to stop thinking about these things before I explode in my pants.

I slide forward and she sits down behind me, grasping my waist, her grip tight and soft at the same time. Just the right amount of pressure to make my cock thump. Fuck.

“We’ll get to the rest soon enough …” I muse as I turn the handle and race off.