Read Cocked: A Stepbrother Romance Online
Authors: B. B. Hamel
“Did you know—?” He started, then stopped.
I looked at him. “What?”
“Nothing. It’s stupid.” He looked away and smiled to himself.
“Just say it.”
“No, never mind.”
“Say it or I’m pouring this hot coffee in your lap.”
He laughed. “You’d never risk scalding your favorite cock.”
“Okay, maybe that’s true. But I might dump it on your head instead.”
“You’re so sexy when you’re trying to be tough.”
“Don’t try and distract me. Spit it out.”
“Well, did you know that I built this for you? This roof deck, I mean.”
I blinked. “When? I mean, how?”
“When I did the work to the apartment, I built this place too. I never thought you’d see it, obviously. But I remembered how much you loved your dad’s roof deck, and I guess that inspired this one.”
I nodded. “I love it up here.”
“Good. You can stay as long as you want.”
It sounded like he was talking about the deck, but I knew it was something more. He didn’t have to say it.
“After everything that's happened, I never want you out of my sight again,” he said.
I laughed. “You know I have to go to work, right?”
“I know. But fuck that apartment search.”
“Okay. Fuck the apartment search.”
He reached out and took my hand, tugging it toward him. I got up out of my chair and sat down in his lap. He kissed my neck softly, his hand running up through my hair. I giggled softly. His shoulder was all healed up from the wound, but he sometimes winced when I pressed it too hard. The doctors said that would go away in time, and he denied that it ever hurt him, but I knew better. He just didn’t want me to worry.
“Why are you so affectionate this morning?”
“No reason. You just look so fucking good in that outfit.”
“You’re so easy to please.”
“You are too. All it takes is my hard dick.”
I rolled my eyes. “Good one.”
“You know it’s true.”
I sighed for a second, thinking about all of the years that separated our first kiss and the kiss that brought us together. It was too perfect the way the years pushed us back into the same house, and if I didn’t know any better I was almost ready to call it something like fate.
“Okay. Maybe it’s true.”
He grinned that cocky, self-assured grin, and kissed my lips softly.
“So what are you making me do today?” I asked.
“I need plans? I figured I’d take you into bed and make your back arch for an hour.”
“Okay, we can do that. But if I’m skipping the apartment search, you better have plans.”
He laughed. “Fine. We’ll walk down to the farmer’s market. It’ll be like we’re old as hell.”
I shook my head. “No thanks. How about you tell me more about making my back arch?”
He grinned and pressed his mouth against my ear. “Brenna, your pussy is the only thing I want to eat for years. I can’t get your taste off my mind and I never want to.”
I squirmed a little bit, smiling.
“Yeah. That’s better,” I said.
He leaned away. “See? You’re easy to please.”
I laughed and swatted at his arm. He growled at me and chuckled. I sighed and leaned back against his chest, sipping my coffee and looking out at the view.
“Hey,” he said. I looked at him. “You’re going to marry me one day, you know that?”
I blinked, surprised. “Is that a proposal?”
He shook his head. “No, not yet. But it will be eventually. You’re mine, and always will be mine. I just need you to know that.”
I nodded. “Okay. I’ll always be yours.”
Looking satisfied, his eyes turned back out over the city. I followed his gaze and watched the river flow smoothly along its banks.
I was his. I always would be. And one day I would be his wife.
But I was content in that moment to be in his lap, on his deck, in his apartment, in his life. It was as perfect as a moment could get, and I knew I had many more moments like it to look forward to.