Forbidden Steps: A Stepbrother Romance (9 page)

Or what if Steph walked in? The muscles in her belly clenched. She suddenly felt a little sick. Colin was Steph’s lover. And Ashley was sneaking around with him. So wrong, on so many levels.

But Steph wanted them to be together. Unless Ashley had misunderstood. Maybe Steph just wanted someone she could talk to about the relationship.

Screw what Steph wants. It’s not like she owns him. They can’t ever get married.

Can they?

“What are you thinking about?”

She blinked and looked up at him. His big chest loomed over her. Little droplets of water clung to the high slopes of his pecs. She watched one trickle down and flushed when she noticed the lump pressing against the zipper of his jeans. Her eyes skidded up to his square jaw. Then locked on his dark frown.

“Nothing.” She forced a smile. “Ready to give up?” Please say no. “We can just do it you know. I don’t mind.”

He actually growled. “I don’t think so.”

Christ. She’d pissed him off. Great. Now he’d go back and get what he wanted from Steph.

His hand wrapped around her hip and he jerked her down. His finger dipped into her and her lips parted as it hooked deep inside. “You’re going to tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

The tip of his finger hit a spot deep inside that felt so good she stopped breathing and locked all her senses on it, wanting to savor the sensation while it lasted. Because it couldn’t possibly.

“There we go.” Colin’s laugh sent little vibrations right into her belly. “Now talk.”

“I don’t want to talk. I want—Ah!” He pushed another finger inside her and her thighs quivered as he began thrusting them in and out. Slow. Too damn slow. Her core clamped around his fingers and pleasure coiled up inside her. “Please!”

He stopped moving and leaned close to kiss her. “I know what you want.” His breath was hot on her lips and the heat seemed to travel down to her throbbing depths. “But I won’t give it to you until you give me what I want.”

Desperate for him to continue, she spoke in a rush. “Steph. I was thinking about you and Steph and how wrong it is for me to want to take you from her. But I don’t care!”

“Good girl.” He kissed her hard and thrust his tongue into her mouth in time with the deep thrusts of his fingers. “Now come for me. I want to feel your pussy tighten around me while you lose control. Then…” He turned his hand and his thumb passed over her clit. Her hips bucked at the shock of pleasure. “I’m going to take you in the bedroom and put my mouth where my hand is. And you’re going to come again.”

“Oh, God, Colin!” The sensation, intensified by his words, was going to tear her apart with sheer ecstasy. “I’m going to…”

She sobbed as her core tightened and a rippling flame seemed to travel up into her womb and flash out. Water sloshed from the bath as Colin picked her up and held her while she writhed against the exquisite feelings that seemed to go on forever.

“You’re right on the edge of another climax.” He stood with her in his arms and nuzzled her neck. “And I’m going to enjoy sticking my tongue inside you and sucking up all your sweet juices—”

All those juices he was talking about were dripping between her thighs. Her pussy seemed to throb with his every word. She hit his chest and moaned. “You won’t be able to suck anything if you’re dead. Which you will be if you don’t get moving.”

He got moving, laughing as he brought her to the bedroom and dumped her on the bed. “Is that so?”

Sprawled out on the bed, Ashley felt uncertainty sputter through her as Colin stripped out of his jeans and stood there, naked, just looking her over. His eyes paused on each scar and the light creases around his eyes and on his brow seemed deeper, more pronounced. He ran his hand down her thigh, but she didn’t feel pleasure. She could only see the pity, the regret.

Oh, God, is that what this is?
She closed her eyes and her thighs and tried to push away the doubt. But it wouldn’t go away. A pity fuck?
I don’t need that
.
Not from Colin.

His hand left her and she opened her eyes to see his lips turn down in a dark frown. “This isn’t going to work. You don’t really want this. You—”

“No.” She sat up and grabbed the blanket to cover herself. “
You
don’t really want this. Just get out. I don’t need your pity. At least Danny saw me as a woman.”

Colin’s eyes narrowed. Her heart skipped a beat as he slammed his fists down on the bed at either side of her hips. “What did you just say?”

The wrong thing. She tried to wiggle away from him, but the blanket pinned her in place. “I—”

“How many different ways can I tell you that I want you?” He ground out each word through his teeth as he peeled the blanket off her. “Danny didn’t see you as a woman—he saw you as a piece of ass. Bobby saw you as a piece of ass.” When she tried to sit up Colin put his hand between her breasts and pushed her down. “Do you want to know what I see?”

Ashley’s mouth went dry as he climbed on top of her and covered her with his naked body. She could feel his dick jabbing into her belly, the soft weight of his balls on her thigh. Her feet shifted restlessly. Her mind went blank. She wanted him to take her, to fill her body and take her like a man took a woman he loved.

But he was waiting for her to acknowledge his question.

“What do you see?” She whispered.

He cupped her face in his hands and bent down to kiss her. His lips were soft, his breath ragged and hot. “I see
you.
All grown up and fucking hot. I love you so much, and even though I shouldn’t, I want this body to be all mine. Do the scars bother me? Yes. It’s my fault you have them—”

“No it’s not—” She tried again to sit up. He forced her back with the press of his chest.

“Quiet. You’re going to listen to me.” His hand slid down his side, over her hip, between her thighs. She hissed in a breath as his fingers slipped between her pussy lips and teased her slit. “So hot and wet, because of me. Let’s not lie to each other. We’re both scared, we know this is wrong—” He opened her wide with his finger and thumb moving down until his face was between her thighs. “But we need each other, don’t we?”

He thrust his tongue into her and her back bowed. “Yes!”

Slurping his way up between her folds, he gave a little nod, then kissed the top of her mound. He licked his lips, then smiled at her. “No more excuses, no more saying the ‘right’ thing. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

She didn’t think she could manage the words, but she gasped them out. “I want you to keep doing…with your tongue…”

His whole mouth covered her pussy and his tongue plunged in deep. Her hips bucked as pure heat built up and up, like his tongue was fuel and her whole body was a bonfire.

“Colin, I need you.” She slurred every word as she struggled to get them out. “Inside me. I don’t want to come until you’re inside me.”

His fingers took the place of his tongue when he glanced up. “You will, baby girl, but you’re gonna come in my mouth first.”

“But then I won’t be able to—”

He gave a deep throated laughed and pressed his lips to her clit. “Sure you will. Just thinking about me—” He sucked at her clit, then flicked it with his tongue. “—ramming my big dick into your tight—” His fingers moved faster and faster. “—pussy, will get you off. I’m ready to come just thinking about being inside you.”

She couldn’t argue—couldn’t think. The orgasm hit her so hard she screamed, her whole body shaking as pleasure pummeled her. Colin lurched forward and covered her mouth with his hand.

“Shh. You’re going to have everyone on this floor thinking I’m killing you.”

He moved his hand and kissed her when she nodded. She could taste herself on his lips, the slight tang of shampoo from the bath, mixed with a sweetness she couldn’t compare to anything she’d ever eaten. At least she knew now that she didn’t taste bad.

She giggled and Colin rose in a pushup position and frowned at her.

“What’s so funny?”

What could she say? He looked so disgruntled, she decided on the truth. “I just realized I don’t taste as awful as I thought I would. I never let Bobby do…that, because I was afraid he’d think I was gross.”

Colin rolled his eyes. “How ‘bout you get him out of your head.”

Turning his back on her, Colin walked out of the room. She sat up and stared at the door. Had she pissed him off again? She hadn’t meant to.

“Colin?”

He strolled back into the room. “Yes?”

“Umm…” She flushed when she noticed the condom in his hand. “Nothing.”

Ripping the wrapper open with his teeth, he arched a brow. “Ah.” He spat a piece of the wrapper on the floor. “Did you think we were done?”

She bit the tip of her tongue as he rolled the condom over his dick, then shook her head.

“Liar.” He crawled onto the bed, his eyes dark as he grabbed her by the knees and jerked so she fell back. “I told you I’d never be done with you, didn’t you believe me?”

“I wasn’t sure.” She moaned when he stroked her pussy with his hand, smearing her juices everywhere. “Please—”

“Say ‘fuck me, Colin’.” He dropped his lips to one breast, sucked hard, then moved to the other. “I need to make sure you know who’s doing this to you.”

Oh, she knew. It was naughty and thrilling as she considered what saying his name represented. They weren’t blood, but she’d considered him her brother for years. All the while, wishing he could be more.

She whispered. “Fuck me, Colin.”

He positioned himself between her thighs and his dick pressed against her pussy. “Louder.”

His dick stretched her open as he eased in. She moaned and tossed her head from side to side as the need to be filled up raged through her. “Please!”

“Say it.” He held her face in his hands and looked deep into her eyes as he worked his way into her body. “Just once more, love, for me?”

“Fuck me, Colin! Oh!” She cried out when he rammed in and he swallowed the sound with an open mouth kiss. Then he gave her what she’d been craving, his hard dick filling her, going deeper and deeper every time he rocked his hips. He grabbed her ass and urged her to move with him, grinding down when he found a spot that made her whimper as every nerve in her body flared to life.

“This isn’t how I planned…” Colin grunted, jaw clenched, the muscles in his arms and thighs bunching so they felt like rippling steel. “I planned to be gentle, take things slow.”

“This is perfect.” She sucked in a breath; feeling like the pleasure would smother her. Colin had been right. The way he pounded into her, fucking her with such raw passion, brought her up to the edge of another climax. “I’m almost there, Colin!”

“Come for me, baby girl.” Sweat beaded on his brow and she could tell he wouldn’t last much longer. He kissed her throat, then moaned in her ear. “Come.”

Right on the brink, she tensed the inner walls of her pussy so she could feel every inch of his dick. Then she closed her eyes. “Come with me.”

The words came out so quiet, she wasn’t sure he’d heard her. But then he pressed his face into the pillow beside her head and cursed out loud.

One last hard thrust and the orgasm took hold of her, not as fierce as the first two, but sweet, lingering within long after they’d both gone still.

Colin flopped onto his side and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, then mumbled against her lips. “I have never felt anything quite like that.”

She smiled. “Me neither.”

Before long, Colin was snoring, obviously drained. For a long time, she lay beside him, watching the rise and fall of his chest, willing sleep to come. When it did, Colin’s words echoed through the darkness.

‘I have never felt anything quite like that’.

Then how had he felt with Steph?

* * * *

Ashley looked so peaceful, Colin would have been happy just watching her sleep. Rubbing one hand over his face, he shook his head. If he stayed there and watched her, there was only one thing he’d want to do when she woke up. Tempting as it was, he couldn’t—no,
wouldn’t
keep her in bed all day.

She needed to know there was more between them than hot sex.

Really hot sex. His dick hardened just thinking about it. Only pulling on the clothes he’d worn for two days got him moving. Once he freshened up a bit, he would wake her up with breakfast in bed, resist the temptation of making a meal of her sweet pussy, then take her out. There were so many things he wanted to do with her, to her…

She’s not a fucking sex toy
.

The thought sobered him. He pulled on his T-Shirt and headed out, reminding himself again and again that Ashley needed him to show her she meant more to him. Because she did.

Standing in front of the door to his hotel room, he patted his pockets and frowned. He didn’t have his keycard. He’d left it…

With Steph.

He groaned and knocked on the door. Either she was there and would give him an earful about disappearing, or she wasn’t and he’d have to wait until she came back to get some fresh clothes.