Stepbrother Studs: Warren: A Stepbrother Romance Page 2

  “Darling, you’re incredibly stubborn.” He sighed. “If I’d forbidden you to see him, what would you have done?”

  I wrinkled my nose. He had a point. “I might have climbed out a window.”

  “I put a security detail on you.” He scowled. “Much good as it did last night.”

  “We left out a back door of the restaurant,” I confessed. “I wondered why…”

  “He has to know I don’t trust him.”

  “You must have been beside yourself when the detail lost us.” I placed my palm along his cheek.

  “I was furious. Sick.” He turned his head and placed a kiss in the center of my palm, eyes closing briefly, voice hoarse. “If anything had happened to you...”

  “Well, it didn’t. And I’ll have you know, he didn’t come away unscathed.” I gave a waggle of my eyebrows, trying to make him smile.

  “What did you do?”

  “I grabbed his balls and twisted them. I made him scream. I’m the one who drove us here, because he was slumped over, holding himself, crying.” I grinned.

  Warren gave a bark of laughter, then grew sober again. “I can’t let this go. I’m going to do something.”

  “Don’t do anything that would land you in any trouble. Not for me.”

  “Harmony, I’m sorry you thought I hated you, but I needed some distance.” He cupped my cheek. “It’s my problem. I shouldn’t have hurt you.”

  “What’s your problem? You can tell me.”

  Warren cupped my elbows and drew me close. He pressed his forehead against mine.

  “I’ve wanted you for a very long time,” he said softly. “And you were simply too young. Still are.”

  He wanted me? A thrill shot through me.

  “I’m not jail bait. And you’re only a few years older than I am!”

  “You’re my sister.”

  “Stepsister. We’re not breaking any laws here.”

  “What are you saying?” he asked, his voice raw.

  “That I’ve wanted you since I discovered why boys had penises.”

  His mouth twitched. “That long?”

  “You were fucking Marla Thompson in the gazebo.” I grinned. “I wanted what made her say she wanted to die.”

  He smiled ruefully. “She was very loud.”

  “You are very big.”

  His gaze narrowed. “Have you ever been anyone?”

  Not a question I could shy away from. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

  Just as he’d asked, I showered and then dressed in a silky nightgown he’d had delivered to my room. It was a silvery blue and clung to my curves. My nipples were visible through the lacy bodice. I’d foregone underwear, and the silky fabric felt delicious as it smoothed over my newly shaved pussy as I walked from my room to his.

  He met me at the door. “Are you sure?”

  “Do I look like I have cold feet?”

  His gaze swept over me like a caress. “You look beautiful.”

  I gave his nude chest and the silky pajama bottoms a quick glance. “You take away my breath.” And it was true. The dark hair on his broad chest made my fingers itch, because I wanted to sift through it, tug it. His flat nipples made my mouth water, because I knew it would be pleasurable for me to touch him there. My own fingers tweaking my breasts could nearly make me come.

  I walked past him, not waiting for an invitation. I made a beeline for his large king-size bed. The gray duvet looked so soft I couldn’t wait to sink against it.

  “We could take our time,” he said sounding amused.

  “I’ve waited years. Will you make me beg?”

  He shook his head, his features tightening. “Not necessary. Not this time.”

  He strode to where I stood beside his bed. He put his hands on my hips. “Raise your arms.”

  When I did, he pulled up the nightgown and sent it sailing behind him. He touched the bruise on the side of my breast. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll try to be careful.”

  “Please don’t,” I whispered, then I reached for the waistband of his pajamas and pushed it down.

  Clothed, he’d always been devastatingly handsome. Naked, he made me shake. My blood thundered in my ears. My nipples tingled. Before I thought about it, I cupped my breasts.

  “Warren?” I said, my voice sounding thin and high.

  He pushed my hair behind my ears. “Yes, baby?”

  “Kiss me?”

  His smile was gentle as he tipped my chin and lowered his head. When our mouths met, I groaned. We’d never before kissed, and here we were, beside his bed, about to make love.

  “This is crazy,” I whispered.

  “Do you want to stop? I could hold you and kiss you some more.”

  I grabbed his hand and pushed it between my legs.

  “I ache,” I confessed raggedly. “You have to fix it. Now.”

  “I’d do anything for you.” His grin wrinkled the corners of his eyes. He cupped my pussy and rubbed it.

  If only that were true. But I returned his smile.

  He waited as I slid onto the bed, scooting toward the center, then crawled toward me, not stopping until his thighs trapped my legs and his cock pressed against my mound. Then, resting on his elbows, he bent and kissed me again.

  This time, he prodded my closed mouth with his tongue. I opened, breathing deeply when his tongue slipped inside. Somehow, this invasion felt like a more intimate act than his cock resting on my lower belly.

  I returned his kiss, stroking his tongue like he was stroking mine, returning the gentle suction that kept our mouths latched together.

  Then I broke away.

  “Let me open my legs,” I said breathlessly.

  “No.” Instead, he slid downward until his head was level with my breasts, then he plumped them up with his hands, careful not to touch my bruise, and proceeded to lick and chew on my nipples until I was writhing beneath him.

  “You’re very sensitive.” He lifted his head.

  “That’s bad?” I asked, looking at him because I’d never seen him like this—his face flushed, his mouth wet and blurred.

  “Fuck no. Just interesting.”

  “Quit teasing.”

  “You aren’t going to rush this. I’ve been thinking about this a long, long time.”

  Momentarily satisfied, I waited as he scooted lower. At last, he wanted my legs spread, my knees raised. He brought his mouth to my pussy and I cried out.

  “I haven’t done anything yet,” he said, again sounding amused.

  “The anticipation. It’s killing me.”

  He spread my folds and licked at my tender, pink flesh, darting his pointed tongue inside me to swirl and flutter, driving me crazy. It was torture—the sweetest torture—until he flicked his tongue at my clit, and I screamed.

  Pleasure exploded, so instant, so complete, I held there, suspended, as I pushed my pussy against his mouth, begging him silently not to stop.

  Warren never let up, licking and fluttering at it, then sucking it until I keened and fell back, my entire body quivering.

  He climbed up my body and slipped his arms beneath me, cradling me against his chest.

  “You okay?” he whispered beside my ear.

  I nodded, unable to speak as I continued to shiver. At last, I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight.

  “Do it again.”

  “That exact act?”

  “No, make me come. I’ve rubbed my clit before... I’ve come... but never like that.” I hid my face in the corner of his neck, his skin slick with sweat. I stuck out my tongue and gave him a lick. “Mmmm. Salty.”

  “Don’t do that.” He choked on a laugh.

  “Why? You don’t like it?”

  “I do, but it makes me think about what else you might lick.”

  “Your penis?” My whole body brightened at the thought.

  “Yes.” .His body shook with silent laughter. “And if I let you do that now, we’ll never get to the one thing you want most.”


  “You know what that is?”

  “My cock—fucking you. Am I wrong?”

  I wanted more, but fucking was a nice place to start so I nodded. “Yes.”

  Warren removed his arms from beneath me and settled onto an elbow as he slid a hand down my belly and slipped his fingers through my slit. A single finger entered me, drawing down more moisture. He slipped another inside and, while he gently rubbed my clit with his thumb, he watched my expression.

  I couldn’t hide anything. Not my discomfort when he filled me with three fingers. Not my growing excitement as he finger-fucked me, stroking in and out, until I was juicy—so wet the fluid seeped into the crease of my buttocks and wet the sheet beneath me.

  I didn’t dare touch him. Now, I didn’t want to hurry him. I loved everything he was doing.

  But eventually his cock, pulsing against my body, reminded me that he had needs, too. I trailed a finger from the soft, cushiony head, down his sleek, hard shaft, then cupped his balls.

  “Not thinking of giving them a twist, are you?” he asked, his voice a lovely rumble.

  “Not a chance. I want you in good working order.” I held his gaze. “Will you come inside me now? I think I’m ready.”

  He cupped my cheek and kissed me. “Since you asked so sweetly...”

  With his hands, he hitched my thighs over his hips. Then he rose on his arms, and stared down between our bodies.

  My gaze followed, watching as his long, thick cock slide between my lips. He nudged my opening gently, once, then pushed inside me, coming straight up, in a single, excruciatingly wonderful glide.

  There was pressure, a little pain, but mostly, I felt stuffed, filled. I savored the way my inner muscles clamped around him, hugging him inside me. An instinctive flex, that I quickly learned to repeat and control.

  “Stop,” he said, groaning.

  “Don’t want to. It feels amazing. You must be tapping the back of belly button, you’re so deep.”

  “Jesus, don’t make me laugh now.”

  “I didn’t know I could.”

  He shook his head, his smile fading. “I didn’t dare let you close.”

  “But we’ve wasted years.”

  “The time didn’t feel right. I still don’t know how to handle this. Aren’t you worried what people will think?”

  “Are you?”

  “Fuck them. All a man has to do is look at you and they’d understand. But women can be bitches. The tabloids will try to obliterate us.”

  “Let them. Ignore them. They’ll find some other story to chase.” I glanced down a between us again, and then gave in to the temptation. I reached out and ringed my fingers around the base of his cock. “You’re so thick, I don’t know how we fit.”

  He grunted. “Stop touching me.”

  I scratched my fingers back up his body and pulled his chest hair. “You’re supposed to move when you fuck.”

  “I don’t want it over too quickly. Not before you’re ready. But if you don’t mind...”

  “What?”

  “Wet a fingertip and rub your clit.”

  “You want to watch that?”

  “That’s not the point. But yeah, sometime, I’m going to want to watch you pleasure yourself until you come.”

  I didn’t get what fun that would be for him, but the idea certainly made me hot. I rubbed my clit, gently at first, and then when he began to move, pulling out, then rushing inward again, I rubbed harder.

  Soon, my moans sounded like whimpering croons. I’d never made a sound like that before, and knew I’d be embarrassed later, but I couldn’t help it. I had to move and cry. His cock was building friction so hot, I felt as though my womb was tightening, pulsing all around him. I rocked my hips upward to meet his thrusts. I thrashed my head on the pillow, because I was so tense, so ready to explode. I had to move, had to come.

  Warren paused for a moment, thrust his arms beneath my legs, and raised my ass off the bed. Then he powered into me, his strokes strengthening, sharpening until our flesh slapped noisily together.

  “Baby, I’m not going to last.”

  “You don’t have to,” I gritted out. My fingers rubbed frantically as he gave me three more thrusts, then tensed.

  I felt spurts of liquid gush inside me, and knew he’d come. Watching him throw back his head, elation etched in his rugged features, thrust me over the edge. I cried out, arching my back to grind my pussy against him as I came.

  When he pulled free, I whimpered. But he quickly slid me against his side, wrapping an arm around my waist to hold me close.

  Both of us were breathing like we’d run miles. I tilted my head to look at his face, memorizing this moment, because I couldn’t imagine ever feeling this happy again.

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  “You don’t have to thank me.” His mouth quirked. “If you didn’t notice, I was pretty satisfied, too.”

  “No, thank you for making my first time so perfect.”

  He kissed the tip of my nose. “Get some rest. We’ll be leaving early.” And then he yawned, his hand lazily smoothing up and down my side as he fell asleep.

  We’ll be leaving... I lay frozen, completely disbelieving. After all we’d shared, he still wanted me gone?

  Hell, he couldn’t have been more cruel if he’d ripped my heart out of my chest.

  Well, fuck him.

  He didn’t have to worry about me a minute longer. With tears stinging my eyes, I slowly extricated myself from his embrace, leaving him lying with the sheets at his feet. I hoped he gave the maid a good shock in the morning. Maybe she’d take a picture and send it to a tabloid. A Billionaire Dick! Wouldn’t he love that!

  I strode through the waves, to the beach where I’d left my towel, loving the feel of the hot sand sticking between my toes. I’d been here two days, and still my anger fueled me. I was determined to have a good time, even though inside, my heart felt cold.

  I’d arrived in Barbados carrying only my purse and a credit card. I now had a closet full of summer clothes—thanks to Warren’s lovely, deep pockets. It’s the least he could do for me after taking my virginity and casting me away.

  The villa was another of the things I’d charged. With a private beach and a glass wall that faced the ocean, I could walk around naked all day, nothing between me and the deep blue sea—and I did.

  I didn’t need Warren. Didn’t need his kisses or his giant penis. Hell, maybe I could charge one of those to his card, too! I opened the sliding glass door and walked into the air conditioning, loving the way my nipples immediately dimpled. Maybe I’d take a glass of wine to the bathroom, turn on the jets in the Jacuzzi and let the bubbles make me come.

  “You do know anyone can see you from the water?”

  I shrieked and whirled.

  “You probably have paparazzi bobbing around in boats taking pictures.”

  “I hope they got my good side,” I said, my hand on my chest as I recovered from my fright. Lord, he was so handsome.

  Warren stood there, a jacket over his arm, his dress shirt unbuttoned and his tie askew. His hard gaze trailed down my body, and dammit if my pussy didn’t squeeze tight.

  He looked wonderful, but tired. And angry. I could see it in the hard glint in his eyes and the tension in his shoulders.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked.

  “I came for you.”

  “Yes you did,” I said, raising my chin. “Once, I think.”

  His mouth tightened, but I appreciated the fact he didn’t tell me to shut up.

  “Thought you’d like to know Ham was arrested yesterday.”

  “For what?” I frowned.

  “Tax fraud. He hid assets. I found them. He’s ruined.”

  “Think he’ll actually do some time?”

  “The federal prosecutor’s a friend of mine. Ham won’t get any special deals.”

  “Thanks.” I nodded. “But you didn’t need to come all this way to tell me.”

  “That’s not why I’
m here.”

  His expression was dark, still angry, and oddly, I was getting excited. I pointed to my bedroom.

  “If you’ll wait, I should shower.” I turned, but I didn’t take two steps before his hands gripped my hips halting me.