Текст книги "Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother: Part 2 "
Автор книги: Harlow Grace
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Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother.
Part 2
The Sweetest Taboo
International Bestselling Author
Harlow Grace
Harlow Grace
Copyright 2015
18+
Adult Only Themes
Language & Sexual Situations
Table of Contents
Title Page
Disclaimer
Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother
1: Grayson
2: Layla
3: Grayson
4: Layla
5: Layla
6: Layla
7: Grayson
8: Layla
9: Layla
10: Grayson
11: Grayson
12: Layla
13: Grayson
14: Layla
15: Grayson
16: Layla
17: Layla
18: Grayson
19: Layla
20: Layla
21: Grayson
22: Layla
23: Grayson
24: Layla
25: Layla
26: Grayson
27: Layla
28: Grayson
29: Layla
30: Layla
SWEET BILLIONAIRE STEPBROTHER Part 3
Acknowledgements:
Monster Stepbrother | His dark obsession runs deep.
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ONE NIGHT CHANGES EVERYTHING
Rich. Sexy. The catch of the century.
Grayson Forbes is intelligent, gorgeous and heir to a mining fortune.
He’s thoughtful, gentle and caring.
Everything a woman wants in a man.
Beautiful women climb over each other to get into his bed.
Grayson is also my stepbrother and best friend.
We adore one another.
He’s my comfort blanket.
And to him, I am simply his geeky stepsister.
Until one night.
One night that changes everything between us.
Once I’d had a taste, he’s all I want.
It’s wrong. It can never be.
Grayson Forbes is everything I can never have.
My name is Layla and this is our story.
WARNING: 18+
Not appropriate for readers under 18.
Contains explicit language and descriptions of sexual situations.
1: Grayson
Now I’ve had her, I couldn’t get enough of her. This had never happened to me before. Usually once I pulled out of a woman, I was done. I’d get my gear back on and leave as quickly as I could without being rude.
With Layla though, I wanted to stay. I wanted to breathe her in, feel her softness melting into me, look into her gorgeous eyes. Make love to her stunning body. Stay inside her all night long.
I wanted to captivate her mind and her heart just like she had mine.
She hadn’t argued when I told her I was the man for her.
“Oh, Grayson.” Her voice was raspy and full of emotion. Her eyes softened and she pulled me down for a kiss. Gentle, but the passion in her lips couldn’t be mistaken.
Did it mean she agreed? Would she let me be her man?
I sucked her lower lip into my mouth. I didn’t want to think of the implications of that statement, but I had no doubt in my mind that it was true.
But first I had to take care of her. I rose from the bed and padded to the bathroom. I found a washcloth, ran it under the hot tap and wrung out the excess water.
When I returned, Layla had turned onto her side, hugging a pillow.
“On your back, sweetheart. I need to clean you up. Be a good girl for me.”
She smiled shyly as she turned and spread her legs. Blood and my cum seeped from her pussy and onto the sheets. Gently I wiped between her legs, kissing her thighs as I finished my task.
“Thank you, sweet Layla,” I whispered, nearly choking on the words. It was the most precious gift any woman could give a man.
Her eyes shone brightly as she nodded her head.
I lifted her naked body into my arms and made my way to the door. She was my woman now.
Layla slipped her arm around my neck. “Where are you taking me?”
“To my bed. So I can take care of you properly.”
She sighed contently against my chest.
“Thank you. I’d like that.” She planted a soft kiss in the crook my neck. God, even that one small act made my dick harden again. It wanted inside of her, it couldn't until she was ready, but it had too.
“I’m going to hold you and cuddle you while you fall asleep in my arms. Would you like that?”
“Oh yes,” she said, her smile growing wider. It made me happy to take care of her and I loved that she wanted it too.
I kicked the door open and with the help of the moonlight filtering through the open window, I lifted the covers and placed her gently on my bed. Opening the drawer of the nightstand, I found anti-inflammatory painkillers and shook two from the container. I fetched a glass of water and held it out to her.
“Take these, sweetheart. Will help you sleep better.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” she teased.
She sat up and did as instructed.
“Such a good girl,” I said as I leaned in and kissed her. I had to hold myself back from going to town on her and sucking on those luscious nipples that were clearly happy to see me. “Fuck, have I told you how gorgeous you are?”
Giggling, she lay back against the pillows. “Only a thousand times tonight. I might just start believing you.”
“Believe it,” I said. “And my cock agrees.” I shook my stiffened dick at her. “See what you do to me?”
Her eyes widened as much as her grin. “I do that to you?”
“You sure do, baby. If my cock had its way, it would be inside you all night long.”
She chuckled softly and held her arms out to me. I crawled onto the bed, eager to feel her naked skin against mine.
Skin to skin. Sexy as fuck.
“Turn around, baby. I’m going to put my arm around you and you’re going to get some sleep, okay?”
“Okay,” she said as she yawned.
Her ass backed up against my dick. Fuck, how was I supposed to sleep with a raging boner? Curling into her, I caressed her skin and kissed her neck, savoring the moment and the woman.
Despite my worries of not being able to sleep with her naked body enticingly close to me, I drifted into a peaceful sleep. I hadn’t felt this content and at peace in a very long time.
I wanted Layla in my bed.
I wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk.
I wanted this for the rest of my life.
2: Layla
The first rays of the morning woke me as the sun filtered through the window. Where was I? Memories of last night flooded back to me. I’d had way more to drink than I normally consumed, so I wouldn’t be surprised to find it was all just a surreal dream.
I opened my eyes, slowly adjusting to the daylight.
It was true. I was naked in Grayson’s bed and his arm was still draped around me, his hand cupping one breast and his erection throbbing against my ass.
Sweet Jesus.
What if someone found us like this?
But even worse, what would Grayson’s reaction be when he woke up and realized what we’d done? Would he be horrified and disgusted? I couldn’t bear it if he regretted it. I turned slowly so as not to disturb him and looked at his face up close while he was still asleep.
I studied his handsome features. The small bump in his otherwise perfectly straight nose. The laugher lines by the sides of his face. Worry lines etched into his forehead and I longed to stroke gently over them with my fingertips. His thick dark eyebrows and long black lashes rivaled my own. The morning stubble adorning his strong jaw made my pussy clench. He was so . . . manly. What wasn’t to love?
Unable to resist touching him any longer, my index finger traced lightly over the arch of the cupids bow defining his mouth. How I loved kissing those damn lips.
His hand drifted from my breast and came to rest between my legs. One long finger found its way to my clit, slowly rubbing in small circles. Good God, was he doing this in his sleep? I bit my lip so as not to make a sound when all I wanted to do was groan out loud and spread my legs so he could get to other parts of me.
“Layla?” His voice was deep and croaky and his eyes still closed.
“Yeah?”
“Hi,” he breathed as he slowly opened his eyes and met my gaze, the corners of his mouth twisted upward.
“Hi,” I whispered back.
“You really are here. For a minute I thought it was just one of my dreams.”
Grayson dreamed about me? Really?
My heart swelled with joy. I wasn’t the only one having inappropriate dreams. It pleased me to know that somewhere inside Grayson was thinking of me the same way I thought of him.
“Yeah, I really am here. In your bed.” Naked and horny.
As if he read my mind, his erection—which had pretty much been pressed against my ass all night long—throbbed against my back.
“God, you feel so good. I’m never letting you go.” His low, husky voice made me go all soft and gooey.
Yeah . . . until the real world takes over.
Either Grayson was still drunk or he was talking in his sleep, because clearly he hadn’t thought this through. His eyes were still closed and a wicked sexy smile had spread over his face.
He started nibbling on my ear sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core. I wanted him so much that my whole body ached for him. If this was the last time I could be with him, even if he was doing this in his sleep, I wanted it. Badly.
3: Grayson
I couldn’t believe Layla had stayed the night. I expected to wake up with a hangover and an empty bed. I wanted more of her, so much more that my cock ached to get back inside her.
Knowing I was the first man to fuck her made me happy me beyond words. But I also wanted to be her last. Now that I’d tasted her, been inside her, I wanted everything.
I didn’t want to think.
Thinking about the real world was scary as fuck. I didn’t know how to make this work. All I knew in this moment was that letting her go and pretending nothing happened between us would break me in fucking half.
How could something that felt so right be so wrong? In the eyes of the world, we were family, even though we weren’t related by blood. Milton Forbes would never allow a scandal to rock the share prices of his empire. He’d made that abundantly clear on several occasion when he’d fired prominent members of top management for overstepping the line.
I shuddered to think what his reaction would be if he found out about this. About us. Layla was like his own daughter to him. He’d fucking kill me for taking advantage of her vulnerability.
But, a lifetime without this, without her in my bed, would be torture. How could I pretend I didn’t want her for myself when she consumed my every thought? If I had to stand by and watch her get involved and marry somebody else—God forbid, a man like Matthews—it would rip my fucking heart out.
There had to be a way. I was smart. Somehow there had to be a solution.
But right now, my dick was doing all of the thinking for me. Throbbing like a motherfucker, it wanted inside her sweet pussy. She was already slick and wet, her pussy swollen and ready from my touch alone.
I kissed her ear and then her neck.
“Layla, I want you so bad,” I said, unable to keep my wicked thoughts to myself.
She turned to face me, slipping her arms around my neck and pulling me close to her chest. She smelled so good that I breathed her in. I rested my head between her breasts for a long moment, my eyes closed, just drinking in the sensation of peace and love surrounding us.
“I want you too,” she said simply as she presented her lips for a kiss. I kissed her deeply and even her morning breath was sweet. I worried that I still tasted like the scotch I’d overconsumed, but it didn’t seem to bother her. She kissed me with so much gusto that it set me alight and all I could think about was her.
“God, you’re sexy,” I groaned as I pushed her hair back off her face. Her eyes pulled me in and it felt like I could see right into her soul. I wanted to drown in her beauty. I kissed both eyelids, then her nose, her lips and then worked my way down her body. I wanted to map every inch of her with my mouth.
Sliding down, I sucked a plump nipple into my mouth. My tongue flicked and my teeth grazed the sensitive bud until she groaned.
“Good girl.” I smiled against her skin. I loved hearing her appreciation of what I was doing to her. It turned me on knowing she was taking pleasure from my actions.
My hand drifted back to her slick pussy, testing her wetness. Jesus, she didn’t disappoint. Her legs parted without me asking, giving me access to her core. One finger slipped inside. Not wanting to hurt my girl, I waited for her reaction.
“Like that, baby?”
She curved her back, bucking her hips to get closer. “Hmmm, yes. More please.”
God, she was so responsive. It drove me fucking crazy. Two fingers fucked her slowly, stretching her for my cock. I wanted her to feel nothing but pleasure this time.
I sucked and lapped at her tits as I kept stroking her pussy. My balls wanted to burst and my cock was desperate to slam into her, but I knew I had to go slowly. I settled myself between her legs, running my hard cock along the length of her pussy, mixing our juices to lubricate us both.
“Ready, baby?”
Her legs clamped around my waist and she pulled me closer to her.
“Yeah. Oh yeah,” she sighed dreamily, “so ready.”
I found her hands and laced my fingers with hers again. I’d never done this before with another woman, yet I wanted that strong connection with Layla while we fucked. She squeezed my hands, letting me know it was significant for her too.
My dick inched its way inside her slowly, gently. She felt so damn good. Warm and slick. Perfect for my cock.
I stared into her eyes. “Hi.”
The corners of her mouth turned up into a shy smile. “Hi.”
Slowly I built up speed, built up pressure. My eyes wanted to roll back in my head from the feel of her, but I forced them to stay open. I wanted to see her face when she came.
For a spilt second a cloud glazed over her eyes. Something made her sad. But it was gone as fast as it had come and left me wondering if I’d imagined it. I loved taking it slow with her, worshipping her body with mine, feeling her beneath me and responding to my movements, matching me stroke for stroke.
“Grayson, I’m so close. Your . . . um, your cock . . . it feels so good inside me.” Her cheeks warmed, yet she didn’t look away. It was sexy as fuck.
“Come for me, baby. Grip my cock with your pussy. I want to feel you clench around me.”
Sweet little Layla loved my dirty talk. Her pupils dilated until her eyes were almost completely black.
“Oh God,” she cried. “Grayson!” Her pussy swallowed me up to the balls and I felt her tighten as her orgasm ripped through her.
That was all I needed to come hard inside her.
This woman. She was everything I had dreamed of and more.
She was my heart’s desire.
4: Layla
Still naked, I wrapped a towel around my body before I snuck out of Grayson’s room and back to my own. The rest of the household were bound to wake up soon, so I tiptoed quietly across the hallway, holding my breath until I reached my bedroom.
A few moments later, I pushed the door closed and leaned against it, smiling when my gaze fell on the blood stained sheets.
Thank God I said no to Seth. He was mad as hell that I’d turned him down, but I had to follow my gut instinct. No amount of explaining on his part could make me feel better about what he’d planned. Even after he’d asked me to be his girlfriend, I couldn't help but wondered if it was because he thought that was the ticket to getting inside my panties.
I was going to give it all to him, even without being his girlfriend. Seth was the one who screwed it all up with the stupid bet. Although I was initially angry with Grayson for spoiling my plans, it was the best thing that could have happened to me.
It couldn’t have worked out any better.
But what now?
There was no way this could work in real life. We couldn’t sneak around fucking one another under our parents’ roof for the rest of our lives.
The irony wasn’t lost on me. I’d always wanted an older brother like Sloane had. So when Mum told me she was marrying her boss and I would be getting one, I was more than pleased even though he would spend most of his time away in London. Now he was about to graduate and would be moving closer to home and I had to admit nothing could have made me happier. As much as I loved Taylor, I’d missed spending time with Grayson. He made me laugh and he stimulated my mind—he was exactly the kind of guy I wanted to marry one day.
Staring at myself in the mirror for a long moment, I looked for signs of any changes now that I was no longer a virgin. It was still me, but with a glow on my cheeks I’d never possessed before.
I wanted Grayson.
My brow knitted together. How is this going to work for you, Layla?
Grayson is family.
It can never be. As much as I wanted it, I couldn’t wave a magical wand to alter our situation. An ache settled in my heart.
I dropped the towel and ran a bath, pouring a copious amount of bubble bath into it. The fragrance of frangipanis filled the room as steam rose into the air. I climbed in slowly and slid down, succumbing to the warm water that enveloped my sore muscles. Leaning back with bubbles frothing around me and covering every inch of me to my chin, I let out a long slow breath.
Deep breath in.
Long slow breath out.
And then another.
Until the ache subsided.
I’ll deal with reality later.
At that moment all I wanted was to bask in the glory of what had happened between us. The magic that weaved around us. The spark that ignited my soul.
I couldn’t deny the magnetic pull Grayson had on me any longer. I wanted to give in to those feelings and just experience the magic for a little longer.
Hell no, I’m lying. I want the magic forever.
I closed my eyes and replayed everything in my mind. From the moment I’d come down the stairs, to the last kiss before I crept out of Grayson’s bed.
A slow grin spread across my face as it dawned on me that Grayson had been jealous all along. And there I was thinking all he was doing was being a protective big brother.
My hand caressed down my ribs, recalling the feel of his touch against my skin. Touching my pussy, I remembered the feel of Grayson’s mouth. God, I loved those wicked lips and tongue giving me pleasure. It was sexy as hell that he liked tasting me too.
It felt tender but oh so good between my legs. I’d never imagined sex would be this amazing or that I’d want it so much.
Lost in my thoughts, still touching myself everywhere Grayson had been, my head jerked up in surprise and my jaw dropped slightly open when the door creaked open.
“Good morning, Layla. Why are you up so early and what are you smiling at?” Taylor stuck her head around the door. “Um . . . can I come in?”
“A knock would’ve been nice. You can’t just barge in here.”
Taylor raised a brow.
“And why not? It’s not like you have a guy in here, right?” She pushed the door open and walked in anyway.
“Close the door,” I said, half irritated.
“Sorry! It’s just that I can’t wait to hear what happened last night. Seth looked so damn hot. Did you have a good time? Did you get to have sex?” Her words flew out of her mouth, as if she couldn’t talk fast enough. This girl has no filter.
“Jeez, young lady, you sure ask a lot of questions.”
Her eyes narrowed as she studied my face.
“What?” I asked as her stare became more intense.
“There’s something different about you this morning. I bet you had sex!”
“Well I sure as hell didn’t.” I heard as Sloane came through the still open door.
“What the hell is this? Did I miss the memo about the meeting in my bathroom?” I squealed. “I think I’ll have to lock my door in future.”
Sloane stood with her hands on her hips. She didn’t look all that happy.
“What’s wrong, Hon?” I asked. Sloane was one of those people who always had a smile on her face. Something serious must have happened for her to be here this early with a frown marring her beautiful face.
Sloane turned to my stepsister who had planted her ass on the stool and was watching us as if she were at the movies.
“Um, Taylor, honey, would you mind fetching us a coffee each? Pretty please?”
“And miss all the juicy parts? You’re kidding, right?” She smirked. Missy was getting way too big for her sixteen year old shoes.
“Well unless you want to hear details about your brother—” Sloane said dryly.
Oh shit. She wanted to talk about Grayson. How the hell was I going to pull that off after what happened last night?
“Oh hell no. Spare me that conversation. Two coffees coming up. And I’ll take my time, okay?” She pushed to her feet and left the bathroom, this time closing the door behind her.
Sloane came to sit on the edge of the bath and ran her fingers absentmindedly through the frothy bubbles.
“Layla, I don’t understand what I did wrong. I really thought Grayson was in to me, but it turns out he isn’t.”
I sucked in a breath.
“What makes you say that?”
“Just the way he acted. Don’t get me wrong, he was the perfect gentleman—most of the time. Come to think of it, he disappeared for a while and left me alone without any explanation. I wonder where he went?” The frown between her perfectly sculptured brows deepened as she tapped her finger to her chin.
I didn’t say anything. If I kept quiet long enough, she’d soon fill the silence.
“I asked him if there was someone else. His actions would make sense if he were in love with someone already.”
My eyes widened.
“What did he say?”
I didn’t know if I wanted to hear her answer. What if it wasn’t what I wanted to hear? But what if it was? I was screwed either way. I sat up in the bath, waiting for her reply.
“Funny thing . . . he never gave me a real answer. Said it wasn’t me and that any man would be a fool not to like me. Then he said he’d prove it by taking me to dinner sometime this week.”
“Oh. Right.” My stomach performed a sickly flip.
“What I can’t understand though is that I practically threw myself at him and he didn’t even notice or make a move. I was so open about what I wanted, but he didn’t try anything.”
“He didn’t?” My voice was small and scratchy because my throat had tightened so much.
“I’m sorry, Hon, I know this must be awkward for you talking about your stepbrother like this, but I need advice on how to get him to fuck me.” She looked like she wanted to cry, I felt horrible. “I think I’m falling for him, Layla. I’ve never wanted a man so badly.”
Usually men fell over themselves, practically tripping over their dicks to get to my best friend. I could understand that this was a strange experience for her. Just as strange as me suddenly having two guys chasing after me. Okay, maybe not quite chasing, but still . . .
“You want advice from a girl who last had a boyfriend in grade school? What the hell do I know about these things? I’m probably the last person who can help, Hon.” Ain’t that the truth.
“Thing is, I’m sure he really likes me. He kissed me a few times and it was amazing. I want him, Layla, and you’ve got to help me get him.”
Sweet Jesus. I was in so much trouble. How could I deny my best friend? What would she say if she knew what happened between me and the man she wanted. She’d hardly believe that he’d want me over her.
We were both out of our depths and Grayson was slap bang in the middle of this dilemma.
