A Baby for My Billionaire Stepbrother (3 page)

James was standing on the shower mat, drying his naked body. My brain registered the wet hard lines of his chest and muscles, the bulk of his six-foot-three body making an immediate impression. I could feel my core flush with heat as I became aware of our mutual nakedness.

"I’m sorry," I said. Without thinking I looked down his chest and at his cock.

My mouth hung open. I stared. He wasn’t aroused, but he was as big as some of the boys I dated in high school when
they
were. And he looked handsome, like a marble statue but rendered in the most delicious flesh. There was nothing the least bit awkward about his nakedness, or maybe it was just that he wasn’t the least bit awkward about it. He stood there, arrogant, grinning like a tomcat.

Finally he took the towel down from his wet head and covered himself, drying between his thighs.

"You shouldn’t have looked, Allie," he said, shaking his head seriously.

"Oh my god," I started to apologize, trying to turn my eyes from him and find the door handle.

He grimaced and cupped his cock and balls through his towel, giving his sizable package a playful squeeze. "Now you’re going to have to live the rest of your life comparing every guy to
this
."

A warm throb of pleasure filled my pussy.

I had to get out of here before I melted, but before I did I glared at him, straightened my back with all the confidence I could fake, and said, "Believe me. It’s nothing to get worked up about."

Calmly, I turned, grabbed the nearest sample soap, opened the door and left. But with the door shut behind me I pulled my towel tighter around my narrow body and sprinted into my bedroom, mortified.

I should have just rinsed off and not worried about the soap.

***

I
n the bathroom, the hot water had filled the room with steam. I unwrapped myself from the towel, tucked my hair into a shower cap, and stepped under the warm spray, wanting to wash away the embarrassment. How was it that I saw
him
naked, and I was the one that was ashamed? How did he
do
that?

I turned, letting the water massage my chest. My breasts were sensitive and the water felt good. I ran my hands over them, grazing my nipples. The throbbing hadn’t stopped between my legs, and I wanted desperately to reach down and touch myself, but I wouldn’t do it. I had managed to go the past year without giving into fantasizing about him and I wasn’t going to start up again now.

But all I could think about was what his cock would look like when he was aroused. I let my imagination wander.
I saw him standing in the bathroom, stroking himself for me until he was thick and hard. He dropped his towel and then tore mine off. He grabbed me, running his hands all over my body, pinching my breasts and gripping my hips. He turned me around, forced me over the vanity, pushing this hardness between my thighs...

I had to stop this!

I held my breasts, massaging them in my hands and tugging at my nipples with my fingers. I imagined they were his hands fondling me. I let a finger trace a line down my belly and between my legs. Just a light caress. Nothing more. But soon my fingers were sliding along and between my wet folds, rubbing and grinding against my mound. Even with the water running, I could feel I was wet with my own juices. I slipped a finger deeper, imagining his hard body pressing me against the wall, trapping me there while he shoved his hard length between inside of me.

As I rubbed myself, I thought about my days back in high school. This wouldn't be the first time I touched myself while thinking of him.

I thought of that time when I was still a virgin, when I heard him sneak in with some bimbo from high school. I had never even seen a pornographic movie at that point, but the girl moaned like a professional. My brother kept trying to keep her quiet, kissing her and telling her to shut up, but the wall we had shared was thin. I had furiously played with myself while thinking of myself making those kinds of noises underneath him, and it had been a favorite fantasy of mine for a long time.

I kept rubbing my pussy, thinking that if he were in this shower with me, I'd be making those sounds now. I braced myself against the wall of the shower as the first orgasm of the day coursed through my body. My mouth opened in a soundless scream as I remembered the sounds she made, the way she seemed to lose control.

I had done this more often than I cared to admit, even to myself. My senior year, a boy named Justin had teased me. He barely held a candle to the way that James had gotten under my skin, but I had fallen for it all the same. After he had seen Tessa and I at the movie theater, he had offered us a smoke. He made fun of me for coughing, and we started talking. Tessa left shortly after that, but I stayed.

It was one insult after another with him, and it had somehow worked on me. I had followed him back to his car. He had known that I wanted to get fucked, but he hadn't known that I was a virgin. In the dark back of that car, I had imagined James crawling on top of me. Even as the boy fumbled with his junk and showed me just how inexperienced he had been, I had been imagining James, and I tried my best to moan like that slut I had heard him fuck.

As I played with my clit in the shower, I wanted to moan just like I had then. For a moment, I lost myself in the moment, and a tiny squeak left my body. As I realized how many people could hear me if I had a full-on orgasmic moan, I swallowed a gasp and took my hand away. I couldn’t do this. I was going to drive myself crazy.

I rinsed off quickly. I needed to get clothes on. Right now.

After I dried off, I walked naked to my bureau and picked out panties and a black lace bra. It had a hot pink bow tie between the cups and would go perfectly with my new dress. After I slipped them on, I studied myself in the mirror hanging on the back of my door.

The cups were pushups, and made my firm little breasts look more tempting than they deserved to be. The black lace thong fit nicely, and when I turned, I saw that they made my little butt look rounder. Yet again, I was amazed at what the right clothes could do for a girl. At the thought, I remembered my heels and Nicole’s promise, and decided to slip them on and see if she was right.

After buckling the straps, I stepped back in front of the mirror and turned side to side, studying the attractive shape of my calves, feet, and ankles in the black heels. But most impressive was the way it made by butt look so firm and pert. If I never fully understood the appeal of good high heels before, I did now. They made a girl look ready to breed, her legs shaped desirably, her butt in the air as if ready and willing to bend over and be taken at a moment's notice. I wondered if that had been the intent of their designers all along.

I hoped someone worth hooking up with would be at the bar tonight. I was way too horny to come back home drunk and sleep in the room next door to James’s without getting some relief first. In fact, maybe I’d just ask Tessa if I could crash at her place...

Someone knocked on the door and I covered myself instinctively, trying to remember if I locked it. "Allie? Are you coming down soon, dear?"

But it was just my father. "Just getting dressed, Dad."

"Okay, we’re waiting for you to do the toast so try to hurry."

I told him I would and slipped my black dress out of the plastic. I held it up over me.

"Ready or not," I said.

"I
just want to thank all of you for finding the time tonight for James. I know it’s Christmas Eve tomorrow and everyone’s busy, but we appreciate it."

My dad was standing in the middle of our living room, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand with an arm around James. James was a good head taller. Next to him my father almost seemed like a boy.

James was his usual composed and confident self. His hair was immaculately groomed with his face cleanly shaven. I could see the lines of his body, unable to stop myself from remembering those same lines wet and naked in the bathroom. He was wearing a simple grey v-neck sweater that hugged his athletic torso and a pair of dark blue jeans. On another man it would have looked ordinary, but on him it looked... wealthy, was the word that came to mind.

He had an easiness about how he moved and spoke that only people who never had to worry about money could have, yet he had been like that well before he had any money. His mom was not rich. The money in our family came from my father. Or it did. Dad was small potatoes compared to James now.

I smoothed my dress with my hands and leaned against the wall, listening as my father went on with his toast.

"As you all know this has been an important year for James. All his hard work has really paid off in a big way. But we couldn’t care less about how much the IPO in the spring is going to be. We’re just proud to to call such a unique and special man our son. So here’s to James, and long may his success continue. Here, here."

The crowd echoed him, and with the clink of glass on glass everyone said their cheers and drank.

James stepped forward next, looking around the room. "Thanks everyone. But my dad is too modest. If it wasn’t for the seed money he trusted his sixteen year old stepson with all those years ago we wouldn’t be standing here today. And of course, my mother, Nancy—that beautiful lady hiding back there—Mom, please take a bow. No a real bow, like this-" He demonstrated his best courtesy to general laughter. "Seriously, you are the most incredible woman I have ever know, and if it wasn’t for your strength and love I would never have found the courage to trust my instincts and build my business when everyone else was going off to college. I love you, Mom."

The men said cheers and the women cooed at his sweetness, glasses clinking.

"And where’s Allie?" he said, eyes hunting.

I blushed. What was he possibly going to say about me? I couldn’t imagine it could be anything good. I tried to slide into the kitchen, but some fat man who had drank too much of my dad’s whiskey stopped me and jubilantly pushed me back into the room with a red-faced grin.

"There she is," James said, pointing at me with his glass as I stumbled into the middle of the room. I smiled nervously as every face turned to look at me. "And Allie," he said, his eyes taking in my black dress for the first time. "And Allie," he repeated. He stared in silence for what felt like an eternity. I watched as his eyes dilated, his mouth opened slightly, and I swear I saw his tongue dart out of his mouth to his lips for the briefest of moments.

Did I just make Mr. Cool and Steady lose his train of thought?

But he regained his poise and finished. "Well, without her I wouldn’t be where I am today either. So thanks, family. I guess what I’m saying is that this party should be for you, not me. Cheers."

"Cheers!"

As James drank from his whiskey his eyes found mine again. I looked away, unable to hold his gaze. I left the room.

I needed a drink.

***

I
grabbed a glass of champagne from the bar and downed it, then had the barman pour me another. My dad had really gone all out for the cocktail party. There were two servers wandering around with trays of drinks, a third with hors d'ouvres, and a fourth pouring in my dad’s study which he had converted into a bar for the evening.

I was watching the foamy champagne fill the fluted glass when I spotted James heading straight towards me. There was no running off this time. I smiled sarcastically. "I always knew you were a mama’s boy."

He grinned. Everything really was just a game for him. One he had every expectation of winning. "Have I ever denied it?" His eyes gazed on my cleavage before finding their way back up to my face. "I see my mom wasn’t exaggerating about you and your New York change."

I feigned disinterest in his opinion. "I didn’t change because of New York. I just found a way to finally be myself out there. Certain people made that impossible for me here. You know?"

"Don’t be bitter," he chided. "Bitter isn’t sexy, and you don’t want to ruin this whole little black dress thing you have going on, do you?"

Was he complimenting me, or making fun of me? God, I hated him. "Whatever," I said. "Did you want something or did you just come over here to gloat about another magazine cover?"

He laughed. "I almost forgot you were such an angry person. Now that I’m standing in front of you, though, I can’t imagine how I could have."

"And here I was thinking a billion dollars might have made you a little bit less of an asshole. Foolish, foolish me."

He grinned, obviously enjoying himself. "You’ve got to be the only person I know who thinks money can make someone less of an ass."

"Certain cases
are
hopeless."

"Absolutely hopeless." He sipped his whiskey, and his eyes roamed over me again. "Maybe I need to get to New York more often, if the girls all look like you do."

He caught me off guard with that. I grabbed my champagne and took a sip, searching for something to say back to him. Thankfully, my phone rang and I didn’t have to. I didn’t bother excusing myself, I just answered it.

"Hey, are you ready?" It was Tessa.

I stared up at James. "Yeah, I’m ready. Just let me grab a coat. Are you out front?"

"You know it, girl."

"Okay. Kisses." I hung up the phone.

"Let me guess, Tessa?" James said, as if her name had a sour taste or something. He had never cared much for her, but I wasn’t sure why. Tessa said she had never even spoken to him, so she was as clueless as I was. "Where are you two off to tonight?"

"I’m sorry, did I give you the impression that it was any of your business?" I downed my champagne and with another sarcastic smile said goodbye. "Enjoy your little party, James."

I didn’t turn around to look, but just in case he was watching me, I walked away with all the sway my hips could handle.

"Be careful," he shouted after me.

T
he Statesman Bar and Lanes was an even nastier dive than I remembered. If they made any money, which with the prices they charged you had to wonder, then none of it was being invested back into the place. Paint peeled off the walls. The lights that hung over the booths and pool tables were thick with dust-caked grease. The bathrooms... it was better just to hold it.