CUZ: Billionaire Stepbrother Romance (9 page)

“Yes.”

“Good.” He smiled. “See, it’s good to be reasonable.”

I kept my mouth shut, trying to force myself to sober up.
Why do you have to be such a fuck-up?
I asked myself as I stared out the passenger window. A few miles away, he pulled into the parking lot of a shady looking motel on the outside of town.

“Are you ready to sign? Or do you want to take what’s behind door number two?”

He laughed as he nodded his head at one of the dilapidated doors.

“Give me the five grand, and I’ll call you Sunday evening.”

“That’s fine. You think about it. The motel will help you remember what you’re leaving behind. And all for a woman.” He shook his head. “You know how many women are out there in the world? Billions.”

I took the envelope full of money and his business card and went to rent one of the rooms. Thoughts of Ashley filled my mind as he drove away and I entered the manager’s office.
Call her. She’ll help. No, that’s a bad idea
. I went back and forth a few times before abandoning the idea of asking for help right away. I had a week to make a decision.

Fifteen

Ashley

I sat on my old but comfortable couch in my apartment and sipped at my glass of wine. A day had passed since I found out about my inheritance. Josh still hadn’t called, which worried me.
Was I too harsh on him? Why does love have to be so fucking complicated?
I took another drink. It was the last of a bottle of good red I’d been saving.

After sitting the glass on the wooden coffee table in front of me, I picked up my phone. I stared at Josh’s photo for a moment, wondering if I should break down and call first. The memory of his dick deep inside me made tapping the call button easier. I put the phone against my ear, listening to it ring.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hey, Josh. Don’t sound so excited,” I teased.

“I’m not in the mood, Ashley. What do you want?”

“I wanted to check on you. Everything okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be? Did you hear something?”

“What are you talking about? You sound drunk.”

“Maybe I am, sis. What’s it to you?”

“What happened, Josh? Tell me now.”

“They took my fucking money,” he said. “I got kicked out of the hotel.”

I sat up on the couch. “Where are you at?”

“Some motel. I’m okay for the rest of the week, I guess, but they want me to promise never to see you again.”

“This is so fucked up,” I said.

“Right?”

“Do you want to come over?”

He fell silent.

“You there?”

“Yeah, I’m just thinking.”

“Don’t think too much,” I said. “That’s my thing.”

“Fine. You have any liquor?”

“I have some tequila in the cupboard, I think.”

“Get it out. I’ll be over in ten minutes.”

He disconnected the call. I put my phone on the coffee table and scanned the room.
Fuck it,
I thought at the few piles of newspapers and other assorted mess that had accumulated over the last couple days. I went into the kitchen and pulled out the half-full bottle of cheap tequila.
If he complains, I’m going to yell at him
, I thought as I brought it back into the living room.

After I retrieved two glassed for us, I heard a knock on my door.

“Come in, it’s open,” I called, looking in that direction.

It opened, and he walked in, looking ragged and tired.

“You’re not looking so hot,” I said.

“You never mince words, do you? Have that tequila?”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding my head toward the couch.

We sat on opposite ends of the couch. He picked up the bottle, examining it.

“Don’t say it’s too cheap,” I warned.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” he said, pouring himself a drink. “You want one?”

“Please.”

He poured me one as well. I took it and held it out toward him. We clinked the glasses together then drank.

“That’s rough,” I said.

“It’s fine. I’m going to have to get used to it.”

“Why haven’t you disowned me and gotten your money back?” I asked.

His beautiful hazel eyes gazed into mine. “I love you, Ash.”

The words fell from his lips through the air to my ears like an angel singing.

“Get over here,” I said, motioning with my hand.

He set his glass on the coffee table and scooted over. We met in the middle of the couch, our arms wrapping around each other. I tilted my head to the side slightly. Time slowed. It wasn’t our first kiss, but I could already tell it was going to be a special one. When our lips met, my toes tingled. Electricity shot through my entire body.

I opened my mouth. His tongue slid in, swirling around forcefully. All our problems floated away as we kissed passionately. The only thing that mattered in that moment was our pleasure, making our bodies become one. He reached under my shirt and went for my left breast. I sighed as he squeezed it, playing with the nipple.

At the same time, I grabbed his crotch, feeling the outline of his cock through his jeans. I fumbled with his zipper as he pulled my shirt up. His smell hit me suddenly. I stopped messing with his pants and raised my hands in the air. He pulled the shirt off, exposing my bare breasts. I wrapped my hands around his back as he bent forward and took one nipple into his mouth.

He swirled his tongue around the sensitive, dark nipple. It got hard as he manipulated. A moment later, he moved to the other one. I scratched his back gently, wanting even more. As if he could read my mind, his kisses moved lower, covering my stomach. I sat back on the couch as his lips brushed against my skin, lower and lower.
Do it!
I thought.

As he grabbed the waist of my sweat pants and pulled them down, I lifted my hips off the couch. He took them off completely. Before he could get to my panties, I leaned forward and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. He raised his arms into the air, and I pulled it off him. His hot, hard chest beckoned to me. I bent forward even more and nibbled at one of his nipples.

When I pulled back and smiled at him, I saw that familiar hunger in his eyes, a look I’d seen so many times before. He acted, pushing me back on the couch. I spread my legs wide as he ran his hands up and down my smooth, naked thighs. I arched my back and pushed my pussy up. I wanted him to rip off my panties and get to work.

Determined to tease me, he kissed one of my knees then the other. The touch of his lips on my skin made me melt. My heart beat faster as he continued up my inner thighs. His thick, broad tongue traced its way closer to my private treasure. When his cheek brushed against my pussy, I sat up, thinking I was going to come right away.

I reached down and grabbed the back of his head, trying to force him to eat me.
You’re so damn close. Just do it!
I thought as my chest rose and fell quickly. He looked up at me and smiled, enjoying the teasing. Finally, he traced the outline of my outer lips with the tip of his wet, pink tongue. I wiggled my hips, trying to get him to make contact, but he was in control.

Just when I couldn’t take anymore, his flat tongue licked the entire length of my slit. When it passed over my hooded clitoris, I screamed out in pleasure. He licked again, more forcefully this time. As he lapped at me, I enjoyed the waves of pleasure washing over me. I didn’t think it could get any better, but he proved me wrong.

One of his thick fingers slid into my pussy up to the first knuckle.
Fuck!
I thought.
Give me more. Please give me more!
Moans escaped me as he stuck the digit all the way in. At the same time, he resumed licking me with his expert tongue. I squirmed as he finger-fucked me faster and faster, eating me out at the same time.

My orgasm snuck up on me quickly. Time had no meaning. All I could concentrate on was his finger sliding in and out of me. With a final, firm swipe of his tongue, he pushed me over the edge. I cried out in ecstasy as bolts of pleasure shot through my body and to my clitoris.

I attempted to catch my breath as my body shook, my stomach moving up and down quickly. He looked up at me again, some of my juices running down his chin. I wanted him so bad in that moment.

“Fuck me,” I begged.

He stood up and got out of his pants. Before he got back down on his knees, I leaned forward and grabbed his ass with my hands. His cock tip – that giant mushroom head – slipped between my lips. I stroked him as I sucked, getting him nice and hard. When he couldn’t take anymore, he stepped away. I leaned back on the couch, spreading my legs wide.

When he stuck it in my tight, wet pussy, I thought I was going to come again right away. He grunted and pushed it all the way in, pausing before sliding it back out. Each penetration filled me completely. I wrapped my legs around him, pushing him in deeper with each stroke. All the while, I stared at his face, coaxing him on with my eyes.

“Fuck, Ash,” he said, breathless.

“Please don’t stop, Cuz.”

I swear my old nickname for him made him harder. He fucked me harder and faster. The friction felt wonderful, like our private parts fit perfectly. His face changed, contorting in pleasure. I reached down and touched his cock as it slid in and out. Seeing his face turned me on so much. I came again, my pussy tightening around him.

“Yes!” he screamed.

His cock throbbed deep inside me. I smiled at him, unable to believe we’d come at the same time. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I threw my arms around him again, hugging tightly. I never wanted to let go, never wanted his cock outside of me. We made the best team, a perfect pair. Gradually, the afterglow faded and reality returned.

We cleaned up and finished the rest of the bottle, swapping stories of growing up. He made me laugh so hard my cheeks hurt. Both of us drunk, we headed to my bedroom. I thought about getting him excited again, but by the time we got undressed and into my bed, I was too tired to try. I curled up next to him, holding him tight. For once in my life, I felt safe.

Sixteen

Josh

The next morning, I woke before her. I laid with my head resting on the pillow and watched her sleep.
She looks so innocent
, I thought, wondering if we had made a good decision sleeping together. I ha d grown the trust fund to just under three hundred million dollars in five years.

All that work was about to go away.
Is she worth that much?
I put the thought out of my mind as she stirred and opened her eyes. A smile crept over her face when she saw me watching her. I leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

“Oh, please. My breath.”

“We’re in this good and bad,” I said with a laugh.

She rolled her eyes. “Anyway. Good morning.”

“Good morning. You sleep okay?”

“Better than I’ve slept in a long time.”

I tried to keep smiling, but it faded from my face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“It’s nothing,” I lied.

“Tell me,” she insisted.

“I was just thinking about all the money I made over the last few years. All my plans are going to go to hell.”

She sat up on her elbow and frowned. “Are you seriously telling me you’re regretting not dumping me and keeping your precious money?”

“No, but I was thinking about it. I put a lot of work in these last few years.”

“And I haven’t?”

Fuck. There’s no getting out of this.

“You want some coffee or breakfast?”

“Don’t change the subject,” she said, getting out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

“The bathroom. Is that okay?”

I watched as she crossed the room. Dressed only in pink panties, she looked as amazing as she had the night before, even with her messy hair. With a deep sigh, I got out of bed and stretched. I reached down and adjusted my balls. She picked that moment to walk back into the room.

“Nice,” she said. “You making breakfast?”

“I’m not a great cook, but I can try.”

“Fine. I’ll make it. Can you get the coffee going?”

“You’re still not a morning-person,” I said.

She rolled her eyes. “Please. It’s too early.”

In the kitchen, I started a pot of coffee while she whipped up a couple of omelettes with red peppers and cheddar cheese. It smelled incredible. I sat down at the table and watched her in front of the stove.

“I didn’t mean to say…”

“It’s okay,” she interrupted. “Let’s just drop it, okay?”

“Yeah.”

I stood back up and got out a couple of plates as she finished our food. We sat down across from each other. The coffee was warm but good.