Текст книги "Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother: Part 2 "

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23: Grayson

Why was it that the best things in my life had to end? Firstly, giving up my chosen career and now the woman of my dreams was killing me.

“I’m sorry Grayson . . . you know I’d love to stay, but Carmen needs me right now.” Her eyes were glassy with tears as she looked up at me with genuine sadness. As happy as I was that Carmen had woken from her coma, I couldn’t help wishing it had happened after our holiday, just one more day.

I wanted to tell my Lala that I needed her more, that I felt a terrible loss every time she left the fucking room. But that would be selfish of me and make me sound like a love sick puppy, which in reality I was—only she didn’t need to know how desperately I needed her. The last thing I wanted was for her to think I was a wimp when I’d been her hero before, or a prick for not letting her go when she needed to. Since Carmen’s mother had called to tell us that her daughter was awake and asking for Layla, she’d become distracted. I completely understood how she felt, even though I hated that she had to leave.

Suck it up, man.

“I know, sweetheart. But I’m a fucking selfish man. I want you all to myself.”

A smile twitched the corners of her mouth. “Does that mean you’re going to miss me?”

“Fuck yeah I will. More than you will ever know.” There was no point in lying. Layla was smart and she’d see right through me. “And my cock is going to miss you too, baby. So fucking much.”

She slapped me against my chest. “Your cock is insatiable.” Her throaty laugh warmed my heart and the way she said the word cock never failed to turn me on. My dick throbbed against my pants, making me groan.

Fuck, I wanted her like I’d never wanted anyone before.

I pulled her closer and slapped her arse. I could feel she wasn’t wearing panties under her dress. My dick jumped, hungry to get inside her.

“You’re right. When it comes to you, I just can’t get enough. And now that I know what you feel like . . . what you taste like, I’m like a man possessed.”

“Is that right?” she drawled, rubbing her arse. “You have such a way with words, Dr. Forbes, I might never want to leave.”

“Your pussy is my drug of choice, baby. Day and night, I want you. My face between your legs, tasting you. My cock deep inside, fucking you.”

“Yeah? Show me, Grayson.”

Fuck me, that was it. Slamming her against the wall, I gripped her hair in my hand as I lifted her off the floor and fucked her mouth with my tongue. She tasted so fucking good—from her mouth to her pussy, I wanted to taste it all.

I released her mouth for a moment. “I’m going to lift you onto my shoulders, then I’m going to feast on your pussy, okay?”

“Oh God, Grayson, your dirty mouth turns me on so fucking much.”

“That what I like to hear, baby, I bet your pussy is dripping for me. It won’t do to waste a drop—I want to eat you out so fucking bad.”

She helped me by placing her hands on my shoulders and pushing herself up. I pushed her up my body until her calves rested on my shoulders, her legs spread wide, opening herself directly in front of my face. The aroma of her sex drove me fucking wild. Leaning her against the wall, I gripped her ass in my hands and dove into my pussy.

“Sweet Jesus,” she moaned, her fingers tangled in my hair.

“Like that, baby?”

“Oh God, yes,” she whimpered, pushing my face into her as her thighs gripped my neck with such force I thought she’d strangle me. This was how I wanted to die—consuming her, hearing her loud appreciation.

I nibbled her clit; sucked her dry; squeezed her arse so that my hand prints would bruise her soft skin. She kept my head in place, demanding my mouth to fuck her relentlessly. I loved it when my little lamb turned into a tiger for me. I loved that I could do that to her.

“Baby, come for me,” I managed to grunt as I continued my onslaught with my tongue, my nose pushing against her clit.

“Yes, oh yes, baby, I can feel it.”

“Come.”

“Grayson,” she screamed, her legs shaking as her whole body shuddered. “I want you inside. Fuck me with your cock.”

I didn’t need another invitation. She loosened her grip around my neck and slid down my body, trembling as she exhaled in short sharp pants.

With trembling hands she unbuttoned my jeans and let them drop to my ankles.

Pressing her body against the wall once more, I guided my aching cock to her slicknessand slid into her warmth with a deep rumble reverberatingfrom my chest. Fuck, I loved the feeling of her tight pussy swallowing me whole as I slammed into her. I wasn’t going to last long, my balls were ready to fucking explode.

Searching for her eyes, I pulled my face away enough to find them. Dark pools of green stared straight into mine.

“Hi.” I fucking love you.

“Hi.” Her voice was low and strained.

I exploded inside her with her milking me for every drop of cum i possessed.

This was where I belonged. This was where I wanted to be. Always.

Inside the woman I loved so fucking much.

But I couldn’t tell her. I couldn’t declare my love for her.

Not until I could offer her the world like she deserved.

Not until I spoke with my father and the family and told them that I wanted to be with Layla.

I was deeply in love with my stepsister and it was time the family knew.

Until then, I couldn’t tell her a thing, because all hell was about to break loose and it wasn’t going to be pretty. Milton would probably want my balls on a plate. Alice would then chop them off and feed them to the dogs. I didn’t care. I didn’t give a fuck as long as it meant I could be with Layla for the rest of my life.

Panic flooded my brain. What the fuck would I do if this tore us apart?

Would Layla even want me the way I wanted her? I’d been the one taking her—first her virginity, then fucking her every chance I got. It was all on me. Does she want a forever with me? I stood to lose the one thing I didn’t want to live without.

Big green eyes stared into mine. Her voice hitched. “You have no idea how much I loved being here with you, Grayson. You have given me the best days of my life. I’ll never forget them.”

Why the fuck did that sound like goodbye?

24: Layla

Why had Grayson gone all quiet all of a sudden? I wanted to shout out that I loved him. I could hardly keep the words buried inside any longer. I wanted him and the rest of the universe to know just how fucking much I was in love with my stepbrother.

If only he reciprocated my feelings. The things he’d said and done over the last few days raced around in my head, making me giddy with love and lust The way he fucked me, the way he looked into my eyes, the way we connected on a level that went deeper than anything I’d ever known—surely I couldn’t be reading him wrong?

Deep in my heart I was yearning for him to say the words, to tell me that he needed me as much as I needed him. Just the thought of leaving him behind for a couple of days caused my chest to tighten and my heart to ache so damn much I couldn’t stand it.

But not once had he told me that he loved me, not the way I wanted him too, anyway. He loved my pussy, loved being inside me, loved doing things to and with me, that he’d told me enough times to make me believe him.

Maybe love had nothing to do with it.

Maybe my stepbrother was just in lust not in love with me.

My throat threatened to close on me as a wave of emotion washed over me.

“Lala, you’re going back only a day earlier and I’ll be back in Sydney the day before Dad’s party. We’re all good, right?”

Grayson’s question surprised me. We were both still coming down from our amazing orgasms, our chests heaving as we fought for breath.

“Of course we are. Why wouldn’t we be?”

The deep frown marring his beautiful face scared me.

“I don’t know. Just something about the way you said that.”

I sucked in a breath. “Oh?”

He leaned over and rested his forehead against mine. His voice was low and hoarse as he spoke. “I’m going to make this work for us. This is not the end, it’s just bye for now . . . until I get things sorted out.”

My heart was beating at a million miles per hour as he gently traced a finger down my cheek and across my jawline.

“Oh, Grayson,” I sighed, already knowing how heavily the odds were stacked against us. If Milton wouldn’t let his son change the career path he’d chosen for him, the chances of getting Milton’s blessing our relationship was zero to none.

His lips brushed over mine. As rough as he’d been while fucking me a moment ago, he was gentle and tender now.

“Believe it, Lala.”

“I want to,” I breathed. “So badly, you have no idea.”

He chuckled softly. “Oh I think you’ve shown me how badly. You nearly strangled me with your thighs.”

I buried my face in his chest to hide my embarrassment. When it came to Grayson I couldn’t stop myself getting carried away. He brought out something in me that was normally dormant. I was logical and rational—until his magnificent cock came out to play.

“I can’t help it. I love your mouth . . . and your cock,” I mumbled against his skin as my temperature started to rise.

“Jesus, baby, that dirty little mouth of yours . . . I’m going to miss the fuck out of you.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. If it were for any reason other than Carmen, I wouldn’t let you go.”

Expelling a long slow breath, I nuzzled his neck. I loved when he said that because I felt the same way. Other than an emergency, I never wanted to be far away from Grayson ever again.

“We need to leave for the airport soon. You know what the traffic is like. Let’s get something to eat after I pack,” I said as brightly as I could without sounding fake.

With my throat burning and tears threatening to spill at any moment, I turned away to get my shit packed.

Keep it together, Layla.

I had a lot to be grateful for and I refused to spoil our last few hours together.

25: Layla

Grayson dropped me at the airport with a completely different mindset and expression on his face than the one he wore when he picked me up.

I had already checked in my luggage and now it was time to say our goodbyes. During the long and silent drive to Heathrow I kept telling myself that I wasn’t going to cry, but I simply couldn’t hold back my tears. Standing in front of the final gate that I had to go through alone, I buried my face in Grayson’s neck and allowed my sobs to erupt from me.

My throat burned with the words that I still couldn’t say. I wanted so much to tell Grayson how I felt about him.

How much he meant to me.

How much I loved him.

How much I never wanted to be apart from him.

“Lala, please don’t cry. I can handle almost anything but you crying breaks my fucking heart.” He cradled me in his arms, soothing me by rubbing large circles on my back.

“I’m sorry,” I said, crying even harder because I was upsetting him.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. With shaky hands I hauled it out to see who was calling me. I sucked in a breath when I saw the name on my screen. Milton.

In two minds about answering it, I took too long to decide and the cool thankfully went to voicemail.

“Damn, it’s your father. Why would he call me?” My stepdad wasn’t one to call to shoot the breeze. He’d have a very specific reason for wanting to speak to me.

Grayson grimaced. “His timing sucks.”

My stomach lurched as I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand and pressed the button to retrieve the voicemail.

“Layla, your mother told me you’re in London with Grayson and that you are on your way home. Hope you had a good time sweetheart and sorry to hear about the girl in hospital. The reason I called is that apparently our flights land ten minutes apart. Alice asked me to give you a ride home. Kevin will be waiting at arrivals, so if you get there before me, just go to the limo. It will give us some time to catch up on the drive home. I have something I need to discuss with you. See you on the other side.”

After listening to the message, I handed my phone to Grayson so that he could hear it too. It was easier than repeating everything.

“At least it saves you a taxi ride,” Grayson said with a half-smile, but his eyes were dark and stormy.

“What’s wrong?”

“What on earth does he need to discuss with you?”

My mouth went dry. “Do you think he knows about us? Someone could have seen us kissing.”

“Lala, I don’t care anymore. Once I get home, I’m talking to our parents about everything.”

A female voice sounded over the tannoy. “Calling all passengers to gate thirty-one. This is the final boarding call to Sydney and the gates will be closing soon.”

“I have to go, Grayson. Don’t worry, I’ll handle  Dad.” I reached up and cupped his face in my hands. My eyes misted over as I stared into his. “Thank you for the best week of my life. I had so much fun and I . . . I, um, I will never forget it.”

Being too much of a coward to tell him how I felt, I reached up on tiptoes and kissed him. His arms locked around me.

“Fuck, I don’t want to let you go. This is killing me.”

“I’ve got to run.” His lips burned down on mine and then he let me go.

“Have a safe flight, baby. Love you.”

“Love you too,” I said.

But it was the kind of love-you we’d said to one another before. The kind family use when they end a conversation or say goodbye.

Maybe I read it all wrong. Maybe he just didn’t love me the same way I loved him. But there wasn’t time to think about it now, Carmen was waiting to see me on the other side of the long flight. My wonderful week with my stepbrother had ended and it was time to come back down to earth.

To reality.

Moving as fast as I could, I made my way to to my gate and onto the plane without looking back.

This sucked. Really sucked.

I choked back the tears and pulled up my big girl panties. Things would work out the way they were meant to. I was a firm believer in the philosophy, even if I didn’t always like the outcome.

***

My stepdad was already waiting for me by the time I’d collected my luggage. We hugged and I walked out of the airport and into the limo. We made small talk for a good portion of our journey, but I was too tired from traveling and on tenterhooks, wanting to find out what Milton wanted to talk about to make a decent conversation.

“Your friend Sloane . . . I really like that girl. She’s sassy and smart. I think she’d be a great match for your stepbrother. But since she’s your best friend, I wanted to find out how you felt about the two of them as a couple.”

Talk about being put on the spot. Milton didn’t mince his words, so I’d expected him to be direct, my problem was that I didn’t know how to answer. Under different circumstances I’d be delighted to welcome my best friend into our family.

“What would that make Sloane? My best step-sister-in-law?” I said, laughing to hide the pain that was stabbing my heart.

Milton laughed. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Well, since you asked my opinion, I’ll be honest. It’s between Grayson and Sloane. If they . . . um, if they become a couple, that would be their choice regardless of how I felt about it.”

It was fucking true.

The fact that I’d been with Grayson and had the most amazing sex I’d probably ever have in my entire life didn’t mean a damn thing. My stepbrother could still choose Sloane—or any other woman—to be his wife. Our illicit London affair was over and not once had we really discussed how we’d handle the future.

I rubbed at the ache in my heart with my fist. Why did it hurt so damn much?

“Hmmm. Well if I have any say in this matter, Sloane would be the woman I picked for my son and heir. I think they are a perfect fit and she’d be good for his future. You know how you sometimes just have that feeling about someone?”

My throat tightened, so I just nodded.

“Grayson would be a fool not to snap her up before some other smart fella does. Luckily he has an advantage over other guys.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” I asked, really curious to know the answer.

“Sloane already told me she likes my son a lot and that she is developing deeper feelings for him. What could be more perfect? I’m hoping the two of them finally address their feelings at my party. It would make me a very happy man.”

“Right,” I said in a thin voice, hardly keeping my shit together.

Milton laughed. “Of all the things I’ve done in my entire life, I never imagined I’d play matchmaker for my son.”

Neither did I, Stepdaddy Dearest, neither did I. The man who’d adopted me as his daughter had no fucking idea he was breaking my heart with his plans.

As soon as I’d seen Carmen and made sure she was okay, I’d finalize the plans I’d already set in motion before London. Thank fuck I was smart and had a logical, rational brain. That’s what geeky girls were good at, right?

There was no place for me in this family anymore.  It was finally time to move on because staying and watching Milton give Grayson and Sloane his blessing at his party would be the last straw and my heart would break completely.

26: Grayson

I’d been delayed in London and only just landed three hours ago, but at least I was still in time for the big party. I’d tried to call Layla everyday since she left London, but her phone kept going to voicemail. I’d put it down to jetlag and the lack of sleep while we were away. I blamed myself for it by having sex with her all the time and keeping her awake. Words cannot express how eager to see her as soon as I arrived at home.

But she wasn’t there or in her bedroom, and neither had she been sleeping much according to Alice. Apparently she’d been at Carmen’s bedside ever since she arrived, barely coming home to eat or rest.

Was Layla mad at me? If she weren’t at least a little bit upset with me, surely she’d have answered my messages?

After she’d left London, I’d moped around for a few hours, missing the fuck out of her. Since I’d made my decision to confront our parents and tell them the truth a calmness had settled over me. Layla deserved more than the two of us sneaking around and I already knew she was the woman I wanted for the rest of my life.  It was a no-brainer really.

Alice poured two cups of tea and set them on the tray with some sliced banana bread. I took the tray from her and followed her out onto the patio.

“When do you think Layla will be back?” I asked but couldn’t keep the worry out of my voice.

Alice shrugged. “I have no idea. Carmen’s mother went into a deep depression and she’s been hospitalized as well, so Layla is running between both of their rooms.”

I grimaced. Layla was in too deep for it to be healthy for her. I’d have to convince her to take a step back—when I actually got to see her of course. Alice took a seat and I placed the tray in front of her. As I sat down I took the cup of tea she handed to me.

“Do you think she’s okay?” I ventured. Was it something other than Carmen’s situation that was causing Layla to act like this? She was a sensible woman and she wouldn’t normally go this over the top and stay away from home. What Dad had said to her when she arrived in Sydney had been niggling the back of my mind as well.

“She’s running herself ragged, Grayson, but she won’t listen to me or anyone else. It’s as if something has gotten into her since she returned from London I can’t get anything out of her,” Alice said, sighing deeply. She was as worried about her daughter as I was.

I took a sip of tea as I contemplated what to do. I’d already made up my mind that I was telling our parents about us and nothing would change that. But before anything, I needed to speak with Layla and find out if she wanted us as much as I did.

“Will she be at Dad’s party tonight?” I tried to sound casual, but my anxiety was getting the better of me.

Didn’t Layla know how much I fucking missed her? How much I was yearning to have her in my arms again? I’d sent her several messages, but I knew she hadn’t opened them.

“She told Taylor that she’d be here, so I can only hope she will keep to her promise. Milton would be so disappointed if not all of his children were here to help him celebrate. Apparently he’s looking forward to including Sloane too.”

“Yeah, I better get into the shower and get ready. I need to pick Sloane up in a couple of hours.” I pushed to my feet and looked around at the elaborate decorations all around the garden. “You’ve done a great job organizing the party, Alice. I’m sure Dad is going to appreciate all the effort you’ve put into it.”

“I hope so. It will all be worth it if it makes him happy. You know he likes to have all his family and close friends celebrate with him.” She placed her hand on my arm. “He’s had a tough time over the last few years, Grayson, so please go easy on him.”

I swallowed hard and nodded. Alice’s concern for Dad was genuine and heartfelt.

“He’s not as healthy as I’d like him to be and I don’t know what I’d do without him.” She dabbed at the corners of her eyes. “I’m worried about your father. He takes on too much work, it’s stressing him out. One day it’s going to make him keel over. Planning this party is the very least I can do to help him relax and enjoy life.”

Pulling her into a hug, I tried to console her. “I’ll arrange for Dad to have a check-up. I’ve already spoken to him about it and he’s agreed to go. So just enjoy tonight, be your beautiful self and leave the rest to me okay?”

“Thanks Grayson. You are a really special man. I’m sorry you won’t get to be a doctor, I think you’d be really great at it.”

I couldn’t reply to that statement without sounding bitter, so instead I kissed the top of her head and let her go so that I could get into the shower and get ready to pick Sloane up.

It will all work out. I know it will, I just need to speak to Layla, then Sloane and finally to Dad and Alice. I had to make them understand.