First Time With My Stepbrother Boxed Set: A Stepbrother Romance Bundle (First Time With My Stepbrother Boxed Sets Book 1) (15 page)

“You stood in the hallway with your hand in your boxers.” She raised a playful brow at him. “So, no. Not exactly discreet.”

“You left the door open.” He shrugged. “I was in shock.”

“Every time?” Allie burst out laughing at his faux-prim tone. Sometimes he was so British.

“Okay, just the first time,” he confessed. “But you didn’t exactly lock the bathroom door in horror, did you? It’s not like you ran from the house screaming…”

“I was in shock, too.” She jutted her chin out.

Kit laughed but put a discreet hand on the left leg of his shorts, tugging them down a little. Allie saw the hard bolt tenting the fabric up to his left hip and paid sudden but intent attention to her kneecaps, wiping off the tiny spot of oil from the hitch on the back of the truck.

His cock was pretty big, if that ridge was anything to go by. She wondered if he was really sensitive, too. She imagined him stripping and joining her in the shower. At the thought of running her hands over his tight, soap-slick body, she felt a sharp tug in her belly. Her pulse beat a little too hard in her chest, then she felt Kit’s gaze on her.

He gave a little chuckle and she shrank inwardly a little, wondering how much she’d cheapened things by bringing up those unspoken moments.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “Shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No,
I’m
sorry. My self-control isn’t what it used to be.” He stood and helped her up. “Looks like I’m ‘just male’ after all. Shall we get back to work?”

“Okay, we’re all packed. Just these last boxes to load up.” Kit unlocked the tailgate on the truck and pulled the netting out, draping it over the wall to get it out of the way. He peered at the contents of her bedroom, all heaped in an anonymous cardboard pile in the middle of the floor. “I cannot
believe
how much stuff you’ve got. You’re a terrible hoarder.”

“Don’t think I’m ready to go on the show or anything yet.” She grinned.

“Are you daft?” He laughed. “I think you were even hoarding the dust bunnies!”

“Now I’ve got them all over me.” She made a face. “I’m going to take a shower before we head over to my new place. Will you wait?”

He nodded, glancing at the last pile of boxes. “I’ll finish with this load.”

As he hefted one of the boxes, Allie’s cell buzzed and she saw a message from Joel asking her if she was coming over later, after she was done moving. She was tempted to tell him to go screw himself but she didn’t. Instead, she replied that she was pretty tired but she’d text him later, after she was all moved in, and let him know. Then she went down the hall to the shower.

She peeled off her bikini top and shorts—they were both dusty and sticky and made her itch—and stepped under the spray as soon as it was warm enough to stand in. Once she’d washed off the sweat and grit, she shampooed, then reached up to adjust the shower head to its narrow, harsh setting with all the water pounding out of a few little holes in the middle. It was the perfect massage over her shoulders and back and she moaned softly at the sensation. She coated her front with shower gel, wishing Kit was here to do her back. He’d probably be really gentle, teasing her as he ran his palms over the back of her thighs.

Allie swallowed hard, remembering her initial shock the day she’d first turned around in the steamy cubicle to see his blurry form through the shower door, hand in his boxers. Stroking. She’d ‘accidentally’ cleared a little steam spot from the glass with her shoulder and peeked through, seeing him biting his lip as his corded forearm moved faster and faster. Then he’d darted into his room and she’d heard the door bang closed.

She’d been shaken for all of two minutes. From that time on, she just glowed at the thought of her body turning him on that way, and looked forward to those moments when he’d take advantage of the open bathroom door, thinking he was being so subtle out in the hallway. She’d never gathered the nerve but she’d had dreams about leaving the shower and walking over to him, presenting her bare, wet body as a gift as she stroked her hands over his tight, lean, ridged belly.

She felt another tug in her belly and her legs trembled, even under the heat of the spray. Nobody could make her body respond to simple fantasy the way he could. She tilted her head back under the water jet to rinse the shampoo out, and when she opened her eyes again, Kit was outside the shower door.

No way was she pretending she couldn’t see him. Not anymore.

His hand splayed on his side of the glass and she put her palm up against his, using her other palm to wipe a window-sized gap in the steam.

Kit reached a strong hand down to pop his fly and unzip, then tugged his shorts down past his lean hips to his thighs, pulling himself out of his boxers and stroking himself slowly. His cock was beautiful, long and thick, the visible skin glossy and just a couple shades paler than the light tan of his abs and chest. She looked up and saw him at his most gorgeous. His bangs were sweaty, dangling in tousled strands as he tipped his head forward a little, closing his eyes and parting his lips. His breath clouded on the other side of the glass as his hand moved faster on his cock.

She reached down between her legs and slid a finger between her swollen lips, amazed at how slippery-wet she was down there. She stroked tiny circles around her clit, cupping a breast with her other hand. The steam cloud begun to obscure their little window again but she could hear him above the rush of the water now, his fast breathing escalating to sharp groans. She wanted to make him groan like that—she wanted her touch on his body to make him lose control. She fingered her nipple, tugging it, feeling that delicious sensation shoot straight down to her clit, where she stroked herself more firmly. Watching him was intoxicating. She matched her rhythm to his, barely able to keep her fingers on her clit as the muscles in her thighs clenched.

She was close to coming when Kit let out a rising cry and the hand on the glass slid right up to the top of the glass door, his knuckles whitening over the edge. Then his head tipped back, his chest thrusting up to the ceiling as a climax cracked through his body and a rope of thick, pearly come spattered on the outside of the shower door. Allie took her fingers away from her clit, too fascinated by the sight of him completely lost in pleasure to continue. It was an image to carry into her fantasies and re-use over and over again. She wanted it branded in her memory.

Kit nearly sank to his knees on the other side of the glass but got himself together, breathing hard as he stumbled around, grabbing a washcloth off the sink to clean himself. He didn’t look at her.

Then he buttoned up and staggered out without a word.

Allie didn’t finish masturbating. She was still turned-on, but now she was worried about Kit. What was he thinking? What was he doing now? She finished up quick, grabbing a towel off the rack and wrapping it around herself. She called for Kit as she stepped into the hallways. She hoped he was okay and not banging his head against the wall, thinking he’d made some horrible mistake. She called out a couple more times but he didn’t answer. She was beginning to panic when she found her cell on the hall table and a text from him on the notification screen.

I’ll take the truck over now and start unloading.

She blinked. He was going to make normal conversation after
that?
The devil on one of her shoulders her came to life, wrestling the angel on the other, and she grinned as she thumbed back her response.
You sure you’ve got the energy? I didn’t know you could unload so many times in one night!

There was a delay long enough for her to pull on fresh, winter-green panties and matching bra, skinny- jeans, and
lace her sandals before his reply pinged into her cell.

Bad, naughty sister.

Then another, in his usual playful style.

You’re completely reprehensible. You and your open bathroom doors.

Allie bit her lip, knowing he was right. The fire in her cheeks made her glad she hadn’t dressed properly yet because the sudden heat of her body actually made her start to sweat again, little beads running down between her breasts. She didn’t know what to reply, and didn’t need to bother. Another message came through a few minutes later.

I know you’re blushing,
Kit added.
It’s beautiful. I love it. See you at your new home.

His little performance outside the shower replayed inside her head as she drove from their parents’ place to her new apartment. It was a struggle to compose herself as she let herself into the front security door and trotted up to the second floor. His friendly texts had been reassuring but there was no getting around the fact that they’d just given up their feelings for each other in a
big
way. Her pulse hammered in her throat as she got her new keys out. She dreaded walking into an apartment where a huge elephant followed them room to room.

The moment she swung the inner apartment door open, the smell of peanuts, coconut and lime hit her nose like an assault and she almost ran into the living room, where Kit had laid out a bunch of fancy little boxes, two plates, cutlery and a fat candle that smelled of roses. She didn’t even remember having any candles. There were no elephants in the room, for sure. It was all-out romantic. She gaped at the homey scene in the middle of her empty apartment and wanted to run right over and throw her arms around him. But she held back.

“You found us Thai?”

“Indonesian. A little shack of a place tucked between a petrol station and laundry. Laundromat, sorry.”

“It’s gas station,” she corrected, smiling as she went over to the table and took a seat, inhaling the beautiful food in advance of getting as much of it in her belly as she could manage. He’d bought a lot. They both sat at the table and Kit poured wine into two plastic cups. She was a year away from being of-age, but what the hell.

“To your independence.”

“
Semi
-independence.” She grinned. “Your dad said he wouldn’t actually charge me rent until I’d been working for a couple months.”

“Everyone loves a tax-dodge apartment. You’ll find a job, don’t worry. Now,” he pointed at the food, pushing a box of Pad Thai over to her. “Enjoy.”

She enjoyed. She scoffed for a whole half hour and enjoyed easy chat with Kit until they went over to collapse on the couch, full and sated. Her cell buzzed with the insistent SOS tone she’d put in for Joel’s incoming texts. She flicked a look at her phone and realised with a start that she said she’d text him, but she hadn’t. He was mad.