Expecting my Billionaire Stepbrother's Baby (a Stepbrother Romance Novel) (4 page)

T
here were no words
. He wanted me, and that was all that mattered.

Drake moved his hips, grinding against me, his hands firmly clamped down upon my butt cheeks. I was going nowhere. “I’ll fuck you till you can’t stand it anymore. And when I tell you to come, you’re going to fucking come. Do you understand? It’ll be our little secret.”

I nodded, breathless and ready. All my doubts and fears were quickly pushed to the side, out of sight. I would live with the bloody consequences later, but tonight I’d let him have me, let him make my dreams come true.

“Yes,” I replied and swallowed the thickening in my throat.

“Good. Because, for once tonight, something will go my way.”

“
S
pread your legs
,” Drake demanded as his hands slipped from my behind and down my waist, tracing lines of shivers with his fingers as he went.

His grey eyes, alive with desire, met mine and locked on as his fingers got lower and lower until…

Oh my god!

The tip of Drake’s finger, barely touching me, caressed the lips of my sopping wet pussy. Gentle at first as they searched for my pulsing clit. With a stroke upon the sensitive nub, my ass jolted backwards involuntarily, but quickly, and with a strong arm, Drake held me in place.

“More,” I said, my plea escaping before the words formed in my mind.

“You like that? You’d like my finger to fuck you, wouldn’t you? You dirty girl,” he whispered, his lips tickling my earlobe.

“I’ve dreamt of it,” I replied, feeling bolder than I’d felt with any other man.

“Oh, Vi. Me too, me too,” he said and nibbled on my earlobe as he rubbed my clit. The combination of the two sensations sent me spinning as if I were on an out-of-control ferris wheel.

I put some weight upon his shoulders, urging him to dip downwards. “I want your mouth on me, Drake.”

Suddenly he pulled back, and I thought I’d said the wrong thing, but his deadpan face turned mischievous, and his lips spread to form a pleased grin.

“You don’t know how much you saying that turns me on. I’m rock hard for you…”

He pulled at the tie around his neck and slipped it from his collar. We both reached to unfasten the buttons on his shirt. I was desperate to feel his skin, to see what he looked like under his crisp, professional attire.

Drake threw his shirt across the room, and I lay my hands upon his chest, feeling the smooth but hard muscle beneath. He was perfect, with washboard abs and a deep V leading to his thick manhood that beckoned to be released.

I started to undo the buckle of his belt, but Drake shook his head and pushed me forcefully back onto the bed. I landed with a whoosh as the covers billowed around my jiggling body.

With experienced hands, Drake clasped my ankles and positioned my legs the way he saw fit, bent at an angle and open wide.

Flutters of a thousand butterflies swarmed in my belly; I was completely at his mercy, revealed to him, in full bloom, and he could see every part of me. When he didn’t move or do anything, I panicked; feelings of inadequacy washed over me, and I lifted my head.

Our eyes met. “God, Vi, you’re so wet for me, you’re practically dripping,” he said and licked his lips. I put a hand over my mouth to stifle the nervous giggle that was bubbling up inside me. No one had ever said such dirty things to me before, and it made me horny as hell.

Drake bent his head and I could feel his hot breath near my entrance. Just when I thought he’d changed his mind, his tongue slid in between my folds. My hands made fists in the sheets as he explored and sucked my most sensitive area, making me squirm under his hold.

My heart was racing so fast I almost believed it would never go back to a normal rest state; I thought I’d pass out from the levels of pleasure I’d never experienced before.

After this, I was sure that every time I’d see Drake’s face, this balloon-like feeling would be what I’d remember, as if I were floating away, getting so high I was in danger of exploding.

He was doing this to me. I couldn’t believe Drake’s lips were on me, down there, kissing me, tasting my arousal for him. It felt oh so good, like nothing before. Suddenly the need for him to be inside me, to experience him in me, overpowered any of my doubts. I had to have him.

Reaching for his hands that held my hips, I tugged on them, hoping the rest of his body would follow.

“Fuck me, Drake, make love to me,” I dared to say.

Drake came up panting from between my thighs and kissed a trail up my stomach; instinctively I sucked it in, hoping he wouldn’t spend too long there. But he didn’t seem to mind the extra pounds I’d put on around my middle as he stroked and kissed up my tummy. Teasing me, making me wait.

I didn’t want to wait.

“Please Drake, I need you in me.”

Drake unlatched his belt and slid off his trousers, revealing beneath a hard outline in his boxers that begged to be let out. He dug his fingers into his waistband and tantalisingly slid the luxurious boxers over his thick velvety head.

My mouth had gone dry – he had the biggest cock I’d ever seen, and if I didn’t fuck anything up, he was about to rock my world with it. Drake hesitated and stretched over to his bedside table.

“Don’t,” I said, knowing what he was reaching for. His eyes locked on mine as he contemplated my request. He knew what he was risking and damn well realised what I wanted.

“Are you sure?” he whispered softly. My heart swooned, and I think I fell for him completely right in that moment; he had the chance to plough away, no questions asked, but he was thoughtful enough to ask me what I wanted.

“Yes, I want to feel every part of you,” I breathed. I knew I was taking a risk saying anything further, but I didn’t want to deceive him. “Make love to me, Drake. I want your baby inside me.”

Drake’s eyes widened, the crystal-like flecks in his irises flashed. The moment of truth. Either I’d done the stupidest thing and ruined everything, or I was about to get what I’d always dreamed of.

Almost imperceptibly, Drake nodded and took my face in his hands, smoothing my cheeks. “How can I say no? Don’t you know I would give you the moon if I could?”

The penny dropped, and I finally understood why he’d been so relentless over the years after our parents got married and after he’d struck it rich, trying to provide for me. He was trying to show me with his gifts, his money, that he cared. How could I have been so blind? I thought he was showing off, rubbing it in my face…

Our lips met, his tongue slipping in between, opening me up, and we melted into each other. The taste of smoky alcohol and my own sweet juices filled my mouth.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured as he lowered his body to mine. “Ever since our first kiss…” Drake trailed off.

Had I heard correctly? It was the final proof that he really did want me. Me, with the pudgy body and countless freckles that I thought were ugly.

The thought of him longing for me drove me wild. My back arched and my hips lifted off the bed to meet his, and his cock brushed up against my hot pussy.

I wanted to ask him why he’d ignored me after our first kiss, why he’d avoided me in high school. We’d lost so much time. My thoughts whirled around, trying to understand, but then he was there, the head of his cock pressing up against my entrance, and my vision blurred.

Drake looked down upon me, our eyes met, and my vision cleared at the centre as he pushed forward. My mouth opened up into a wide O as the head of his cock stretched me wide, filling me.

I met each of his slow, meticulous thrusts with eagerness, then pulled back so I felt every inch of his enormous cock fill me over and over again.

My fingernails clawed and dug into his shoulders, his hands entwined in my hair, and I hung on to him, breathing in his musky, spicy scent as my inner walls wrapped and hugged tightly around his thick cock.

Within, I could feel myself opening up, stretching, waiting and longing for his release. My clit pulsed, the friction from Drake’s hard body sending it into twirling hysterics.

“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” I gasped, praying he wouldn’t alter his movements or speed… I was so close.

But Drake couldn’t help himself. He growled and drove his hips harder, faster. Sweat glistened upon his brow.

“I’m going to come in you so hard—” he said breathlessly.

“Oh, god, yes! Do it! Fill me up, Drake!” I demanded. “I want to have your baby.” In the heat of the moment I couldn’t control the words coming from my mouth.

Drake’s jaw clenched and his whole body tensed up. His butt was rigid as he pounded into me one last time, exploding his seed within me, giving me what I’d wanted.

My inner walls pulsed, and I imagined myself opening up further, allowing his sperm to swim up my channel and impregnate me.

Drake collapsed upon my heaving chest and fondled my jiggling breasts.

“It was about time we did that,” he said, swirling a finger around my still erect nipple.

I stroked his hair as his cock slipped from me, his precious seed spilling out of me. “Why did you wait so long?” I asked cautiously.

Drake paused to look up at me and then quickly pressed his head back upon my pillowy breasts. “It doesn’t matter now…” he said, his hand caressing my belly.

W
e lay
in each other’s arms ‘til dawn filtered through the blinds at the window. I hadn’t been able to sleep a wink and wanted to preserve this night forever, playing over every word, every kiss, so the memory was solidified in my mind.

Leah started to stir; her tiny voice chattered through the baby monitor, and I slipped out of Drake’s sleepy arms to go to her. This time I had the foresight to find something to wear. I pulled on Drake’s discarded shirt and buttoned up a couple of the buttons, so I was at least semi-decent.

I collected Leah from her crib, did the necessary nappy changes and after her feed, we lazed back, her small warm body on my chest as I rocked us back and forth in the rocking chair. She was such a good baby, and with a hopeful hand lingering upon my own belly, I wished the same would be true for my own.

Drake padded in, and I braced myself for the worst. Had he regretted last night? Would he blow hot or cold? Perhaps he’d go back to his normal closed-in and guarded self.

He moved towards us, and a sleepy smile crept upon his pillow-creased face. He bent down and kissed me on the cheek, and warmth spread within my heart. He moved down farther and placed another kiss upon Leah’s forehead.

“Good morning to my favourite girls,” he said. His eyes were full of happiness, and there was no trace of regret in them.

“Good morning,” I said shyly, feeling the bloom of a blush upon my cheeks.

“Fancy a coffee? Some breakfast, perhaps? You must be ravenous after what we did last night,” he asked.

I nodded. “I could eat.”

“Good, I’ll call you when it’s ready,” he replied as he moved into the hallway. “Oh, your belongings are by the door. Do you want me to get them?”

“No it’s OK, I can do it,” I said, smiling. He was like a different person – well, not quite. Still Drake, but softer, kinder… as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Obviously, our little workout had soothed his mind of whatever bad news he’d received last night.

With Leah in my arms, I went to see what I could grab. I needed my toiletries and a comb for the tangles and nest-like state my locks had transformed into.

My stuff was piled against a wall, and I quickly found the bag I needed when the elevator dinged behind me.

Puzzled, I turned. I didn’t think Drake was expecting anyone; perhaps it was more of my things, and I waited for someone from the front desk to appear.

As the doors slid apart my mouth dropped open, and a recognisable face confronted me.

No it couldn’t be…
I couldn’t be sure – it’d been years since I’d last seen her, but deep down I knew who it was, and my heart sank.

Christine.

She was back, and I knew what she’d come for.

“
W
ho are you
?” the woman with the long golden hair and impeccably high heels demanded, her eyes narrowed. I must’ve looked a right mess in her presence, with a shirt that barely covered my ass and was not even mine. Thankfully she wouldn’t be aware of the latter, I hoped.

“I…” The words wouldn’t come. I was stumped. What was she doing here? The uncertain walls of my new life started to crumble around me.

“You must be the nanny?” she prompted.

I nodded, not knowing what else to say, and bounced Leah upon my hip.

“Well give her to me then,” Christine said and held her arms out. “I’m her mother.”

My hands clutched Leah, debating if I should do what she asked. I wanted to call out, but the thickness in my throat made it impossible.

“Fuck,” Drake called from the opposite end of the hallway. “Vi, don’t move,” he warned.

I took a step back, and my grip tightened upon the baby.

“What are you doing here, Christine? You’re early.”

My ears pricked up, and I sent a puzzled look his way. Why hadn’t he told me she was coming? He could’ve at least given me a heads up, prepared me for this.

“You know full well what I’m doing, Drake. I’ve come for my baby,” Christine said watching Drake as he advanced forward. “Give her to me,” she continued her eyes now pinned upon me.

My head shook, and Drake was finally by my side. I felt much better now that it was two against one. To think, I almost handed Leah over to her. I would’ve never forgiven myself.

“You abandoned your daughter; you don’t get to waltz back into her life without notice and attempt to take her from me, Christine.”

Christine sighed. “I told you on the phone I don’t want to take her from you, Drake,” she said, her voice getting softer, sweeter with each word. “I want a second chance, with you both.”

Standing between Drake and Christine, I’d never felt more awkward in my life than I did right then. Stuck holding their baby, I was an intruder; I had no right to be there where I didn’t belong.

Drake had gone silent and I looked at him, pleading with my eyes to send her away; she’d had her chance and she’d blown it. Surely, he wasn’t going to let her back into their lives? It was my turn, I wanted to say.

Drake couldn’t look at me. His gaze was still upon Christine. He rubbed his face as if he were trying to wipe away the last few moments from his mind.

“Vi, can you give us a moment?” he asked.

My whole body went numb and cold. No… He wasn’t truly considering her request, was he? Perhaps if I stayed where I was, in the way, he’d be forced to realise the mistake he was about to make.

When I didn’t move he added, “Please?”

I stared at him, trying to convey all the hurt I was feeling, but it did no good. His attention was elsewhere.

“Go, now,” he said, his voice rumbling with authority.

I held back the tears and turned my back on him, taking Leah with me into the living room, whispering to her, for my own benefit, that it would be OK.

Trickles of their conversation echoed behind me.

“That’s one disobedient employee you have. It seems like she’s getting away with a lot of things if you let her walk around dressed like that.”

“That’s enough, Christine.”

“Who is she? I recognise her,” Christine continued.

“It doesn’t matter. Chris, why are you really here?”

I bit my tongue;
I
didn’t matter? Was that what Drake really thought of me? Leah squirmed happily in my arms, kicking her little feet as she gurgled incomprehensible words, oblivious to the imploding world around her.

“Shh,” I whispered and rocked her, trying desperately to overhear what they were saying.

“…One last chance is all I’m asking. I’m sorry, you know how sorry I am. I made a mistake, a huge one. But I’m here now,” Christine said, and I imagined her stepping closer to Drake, touching his arm, trying to win him over.

Was I just going to sit here and let it happen? Let her have him all over again? But what else could I do? I couldn’t stake my territory, declare my love for him and tell her to piss off… he was still my step-brother after all. And even if she didn’t know that little bit of information right now, I couldn’t risk informing her and having her putting two and two together. My feelings for him were probably written all over my face, plain as day for anyone to figure out.

“Chris… don’t,” Drake said, and my stomach twisted. Soft lip-smacking sounds bounced off the walls towards me. Were they kissing?

Oh, god.

I sprang to my feet, surprising Leah with my movements, and rushed past the hallway - a sidelong glance showing me Drake holding Chris’ hand - and into Leah’s nursery, slamming the door behind me. I couldn’t listen to them anymore, couldn’t hear any more of Christine’s pleas for a second chance. It was all too much.

Silent tears streamed down my cheeks, and I laid Leah down in her crib. I’d been deluding myself. No matter what lies I tried to tell myself, Drake could never be mine. He was my step-brother, and he already had a family, albeit a slightly broken one. But who was I to get in the way of that?

All Drake ever wanted, I knew, was to give Leah a stable family and home, and if that meant giving Christine another chance, well, I couldn’t really blame him, could I? Yet if it was the right thing to do, why did it feel like my heart was being torn to pieces by wild dogs?

Time dragged by as I waited for Drake to at least come to talk to me, to explain, but after an hour had passed, I realised I wasn’t his top priority. I’d been discarded for a much prettier model, one whom he’d been with for years. It was me who was the impostor… not her.

Still dressed in his shirt, I crept into his bedroom and gathered up my dress. My belongings were still waiting at the end of the hallway, but I couldn’t face going out there, not just yet. Trying to preoccupy my mind, I scrubbed the part of the dress that Leah had thrown up on the night before. After a couple of minutes blasting it with a hair dryer, the dress was ready to wear again, and I pulled it on.

Behind me, the door from the adjoining nursery opened. I half expected to be confronted with Christine’s gloating face, but it was Drake. He shrugged his shoulders as if trying to say,
what was I supposed to do?

Studying his reflection in the enormous bathroom mirror, I waited for him to say something – to tell me he’d got rid of her and that he’d chosen me and that everything would be all right. But his face was crumpled, and the breezy happy man that had shone through this morning was gone, obliterated in a few minutes, and it was all because of her. Hate seethed through me.

“Don’t bother, Drake, I know what you’re going to say,” I said, watching him as the anger bubbled up inside me.

“Vi,” he began, his eyes downcast. He shook his head. “She’s the mother of my child. I have to at least try… for Leah’s sake,” he whispered and attempted to take my hand.

“Don’t touch me,” I snapped, and yet every fibre and molecule in my body was longing for just that – for him to take me in his arms and caress me until the whole world faded away. I wanted to lock the door and keep him for myself.

My throat thickened. I’d have to be content with knowing I’d had him for a few hours. At least those memories Christine couldn’t take away.

“Please,” he said and took hold of my upper arms. “Look at me,” he demanded. His tight grip sent waves of longing throughout my body.

I knew if I gazed into those stormy blue eyes I’d fall apart. I had to be strong, had to hold onto what little dignity I had left. I raised my head, defiant, and I avoided eye contact, glaring over his shoulder.

“Fine, don’t look at me, but you’ll listen to what I have to say. Last night was a dream. We both know that’s all it could ever be. We have to move on, live in the real world now.”

“Do whatever you want, Drake. Let me go, and I’ll be out of your way,” I replied, trying to keep the feeling of splitting in two out of my already shaky voice. He’d broken me.

“You’re leaving? Just like that?”

“What do you expect me to do, Drake? Stay and watch you play house with your ex-wife? I presume you’re not going to kick her out, are you? The three of us under this roof, together, after you fucked me? The phrase cruel and unusual punishment comes to mind,” I said. “And you didn’t even have the decency to tell me she was coming!”

“Keep your voice down!” he hissed, then took a breath. “I’m sorry, my head was a mess last night. I was going to tell you this morning.”

Did he honestly expect me to stay, so he could have his cake and eat it, too? The gall of the man. I wriggled out of his grasp and moved into the bedroom. I couldn’t be around him; the smell of him alone was melting my resolve.

“Viola, I need you to stay, for a little while at least. I need someone around, whom I can trust, while I’m at work—”

“You want me to be your spy? You’re out of your mind! How can you be so cruel?” I spun on my heels, seething. Hot fresh tears sprang forth.

“Viola, I don’t have anyone else I can trust. I need to know Leah is safe, that Chris isn’t going to take her from me the minute she gets a chance to be alone with her.”

What he was asking me to do would be torturous to my soul, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I denied him this one request and the worst happened to Leah – something that I could’ve prevented.

“Please? I’ll double your wage,” he said, and my eyes blazed with fire.

How many times did I need to tell him that money never motivated me, let alone
his
money?

“I’ll think about it,” I replied.

“Vi—”

“I said, I’ll think about it!” I shouted and left him standing in the middle of the bedroom.