He's So Fine (A BBW Stepbrother Romance) (12 page)

The day turned out to be more fun than I thought it would be, considering the tension that still existed between Cage and me. It was like a low electric hum. I was surprised that my mother didn’t pick up on it, considering how in-tune she was to everyone around her. Especially me. But she didn’t say a word or give me any funny looks like she usually did when she knew I was trying to hide something from her.

Cage and Horace were at the wheel, taking turns steering the ship. Horace was like a big kid and sometimes it was hard for me to imagine he was a world-famous cardiac surgeon. And, a millionaire many times over thanks to a patent he held on a piece of medical equipment he’d developed.

We were on the stern of the boat, headed back to the marina with the wake of the boat spitting up a fine mist. Fortunately, the sun and wind dried out my clothing almost as fast as the spray got me wet.

My mother was still in her bathing suit. I hadn’t been brave enough to strip down to mine. I’d watched as everyone else had gone swimming. I’d brought a book, which I pretended to read while everyone else was in the water. They’d looked like they were having fun, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to join them. It was silly really. Cage had seen all of me last night, but for some reason I always felt vulnerable in a bathing suit. Maybe because of some of the bitchy comments about my size I’d heard over the years in gym class.

Plus, I really wasn’t a fan of the water. I barely knew how to swim. My mother had taken me to the local YMCA when I was younger, stating I needed to learn. I think she wanted me to gain confidence from some physical outlet. Exercise and I were not friends. We were passing acquaintances. I’m a walker—and not in the undead kind of way, LOL.

I looked over at my mother and smiled. She smiled back. For a second I thought about telling her what Cage and I had done last night. I wanted to tell her about my feelings for him. I was afraid. Kind of. I wasn’t sure if she would condemn me or Cage. I didn’t think she would, my mother didn’t have a judgmental bone in her body. There really wasn’t anything wrong with what we had done, except I’d had a colossal lapse in judgment.

CAGE

As soon as the boat docked at the marina, I was out of there. I’d spent the entire day with a hard-on thanks to my show of arrogance in the galley with Abby that morning. Being near her and not being able to touch her only ramped up the heat in my blood. I’d thought I would get a chance when we’d dropped anchor for lunch and everyone had decided on a swim before they ate. Everyone but Abby.

She’d refused to join us. On the one hand, I was glad. That meant none of the deckhands would see her in her swimsuit. But it also meant that I wouldn’t either. And that I wouldn’t be able to touch her as I’d planned. What was the use of being a faux brother and sister if you couldn’t engage in a little underwater tag? I’d planned on her ‘tagging’ my cock right in front of our parents. I was sure a few jerks of her small hand and I’d be blowing my load like Moby Dick. Dick, get it?

I hustled to the gym, determined to unleash some of my frustration on an unsuspecting sparring partner. I nodded at the gym owner as I headed toward the locker room. I’d paid for a three month membership and had rented a locker. Inside were some clothes, shoes, and tape. I didn’t go anywhere without my tape and condoms. In minutes, my hands were wrapped, and I was ready for some action.

A few guys were standing around the ring talking bull. Mostly locals came here, but every now and then, a summer resident wandered in off the streets thinking he could take a local. I’d already proven my mantle. Gym rats were gym rats, no matter where you went.

“Hey, Stone you ready for another round?” There was one local here who probably should have already been on the MMA circuit. He’d sure enough taken my ass to task.

He grinned, his huge arms slung casually over the ropes as his opponent made his way out of the ring. Taking out his mouth guard, he gave me a shit-eating grin. “Come on in.”

I returned it and prepared myself to get pounded. After I did a little pounding of my own. It was exactly what I needed.

A half-hour later, Stone thumped my back and I tried not to wince. “Not, bad, sport. Not bad.”

I had gotten pounded, but it felt damn good. Some of the anger and aggression that had built up inside me out on the water had left. Now I was just sore. I was still horny, though, and that was something Stone couldn’t help me with.

Immediately, a picture of Abby on her knees, my cock thrust down her throat entered my mind. That’s what I needed.

Abby.

“I could say the same.” I unwrapped the tape from my knuckles flexing to loosen them up. “Anytime you want to come up to the big city, I could set you up with an appointment with a scout.” We both knew I was talking about the underground ring. Only a few guys got their break without putting in time under the radar. I knew Frank could hook him up pretty quickly.

Stone looked at me and something cold entered his eyes, spiking my curiosity about his past. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

He turned and walked away before I could thank him for beating my brains out.

Shrugging, I went to the locker room and took a shower. It was time to go home and see Abby.

ABBY

It was late by the time we got back to the house. Horace had insisted that we eat at a little crab shack when we’d docked. Cage hadn’t joined us, taking off with a short goodbye. Probably, I thought miserably, to hook up with the new girl slut he’d danced with the night before. I immediately berated myself. The girl hadn’t done anything to me to warrant such thoughts on my part. She had flirted with Danny and any other guy to come her way. And Cage. Oh, yeah, that’s why I thought she was such a slutty bitch.

My mother and Horace had already retired to their room. I’d taken a shower to remove the smell of sunscreen and salt water from my skin and hair. I’d also dressed in some more of the new clothes Horace had given me. A silky pink baby doll pajama set. The fabric felt sinful against my skin and I wished Cage was there to touch it. Touch me. I pushed those thoughts away.

I don’t know who the personnel shopper had been that had bought my clothes, but she was good. It embarrassed me somewhat to know some stranger now knew my bra and panty sizes. The only thing to save me from complete embarrassment was that my mother had probably given them to the shopper and not Horace. Knowing my stepfather knew the sizes I wore would have been horrifying.

Grabbing a blanket from the hallway closet, I made my way outside to the deck. It was a spectacular deck. The part next to the house was covered, making it technically a porch. But the deck spread out into multiple levels, each with its own private seating area. I walked to the edge which overlooked the ocean and watched the waves crash onto the white sand. The moon was out, but wouldn’t be for long. The clouds were moving closer, ready to cover the bright orb. I gathered the wrap around me as the wind picked up.

“What are you doing out here?” Cage’s voice sounded behind me, making me jump.

I looked over my shoulder, my hair catching on the breeze and momentarily blinding me. Before I could free my hands from the blanket, he was there, brushing the strands aside, much as I had his this morning in the gallery. I wanted to ask him what had gone wrong today. He hadn’t spoken two words to me directly after I’d refused to go in the water.

“A storm’s coming.” He moved to stand beside me, bracing himself on the railing with his large hands.

“I know.” I loved it here. Because of the decadent lifestyle, I was almost ashamed to admit that. I loved the weather. It could be clear one minute and stormy the next. I’d loved the sunshine today, but the wild storms that swept through the area spoke to me. Much like the wild and untamed man standing beside me.

We stood there for a little while, watching the ocean grow rougher, the sky darker as the clouds obscured the moon. Soon it started to rain. A light, misty shower. The drops grew larger, heavier. I closed my eyes and lifted my head to the sky as it started to pour.

Before I could get too wet, a set of arms swept me up. I opened my eyes to discover Cage looking back at me with eyes as turbulent as the ocean behind us. I pushed one of my hands free from the blanket and caressed his stubbled jaw.

He walked to the covered portion of the deck and sat down on one of the large lounge chairs with me in his lap. I smiled as he settled me against him, making sure I was still covered by the blanket as the rain pounded down around us. Large gusts of wind blew in some of the rain and I laughed, shivering and hunkering down in his strong arms. He laughed with me.

Time stood still as we watched the storm. Soon I realized Cage had grown still beneath me. I turned to look at him. He was watching me, not the storm. “Cage?”

“I want you again, baby.” His arms tightened around me. “I need you.”

Somehow, I knew he didn’t say those words easily. All of my resolutions to let whatever we’d had fade away, die a natural death, fled into the storm and were carried away by the rushing wind, washed away by the pouring rain. “I need you, too.”

My words seemed to set something off inside him. In minutes, my blanket lay on the deck and I was straddling his lap. He pulled my head down to his, ravishing my mouth as I braced myself on his shoulders. His mouth left mine to trail down my throat. My nipples were already hard thanks to the cold. He pushed the silk of my top up and covered one aching tip with his hot mouth. The other he cupped in his hand, kneading the cold flesh. In an instant, I was on fire. He licked and sucked and bit. My cries echoed into the darkness as the storm gathered strength around us.

“Cage.” I threw my head back and held his to my breasts. I realized I needed his touch as he lavished his sometimes rough, sometimes tender attention to my body. One hand clamped against my hip and the other found its way between my legs that were spread wantonly across his lap. I was open and vulnerable to his touch. He stroked me through the silk first, pressing the fabric between my pussy lips. I groaned at the touch of the cool fabric combined with the warmth of his hand.

He rubbed as he continued to suck on my tits. His mouth opened wide against the center of my breast, sucking the whole end inside. His hand left my pussy and I moaned in distress. I felt him fumbling between our bodies and knew what he was trying to do. I rose on my knees giving him extra room as he freed his cock from his jeans. The hot hard length slammed against my clit as he jerked it free.

Heaven. I was in heaven.

CAGE

I realized I’d never wanted—no needed—a woman as badly as I needed Abby. My fucking stepsister. Somewhere in the back of my mind a warning bell went off. Not because she was my stepsister—shit, we weren’t blood related and in my book that made everything okay. Our parents had fallen in love. What was to stop us from hooking up? Nothing.

No, the warning bell was for something else. Something I refused to acknowledge. If I did, I would change the course of my life. And hers.

And I had no right.

I freed my cock and groaned as the heat of her pussy engulfed my length. She wore a pink silky piece of fabric that guarded her entrance. Another gift from my father no doubt. Anger spiked inside me for a moment. I wanted to be the one to buy Abby what she needed. What she wanted.

I slid her back and forth over my length, torturing us both. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, savoring the sensation. Her head was bent forward, the cloud of her dark mane hiding her expression. Not that I needed to see her to know what she was feeling. Her wet pussy said it all.

“Do you want me to fuck you, baby? Do you need my cock deep inside you?” I continued to guide her with one hand as I grabbed her hair with the other, bringing her face close to mine. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open as she started to pant at the heat building inside her.

“Yes, Cage. Please, Cage.”

I crushed her lips to mine, thrusting my tongue inside, fucking her mouth as I was going to fuck her pussy. I pulled her up to her knees again and yanked the material of her bottoms out of my way. With one hand, I fisted my dick and rubbed it along her slit, wetting the head. I jammed it against her hole and groaned as her slick flesh engulfed me. I urged her down with a hard hand on her hip.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Take me inside you.” Once a couple of inches were firmly lodged inside her sweetness, I tugged her top back over her breasts so I could taste her again. When it fell back down I ordered, “Take it off.”

She quickly obeyed and I rewarded her by licking her nipples. I moved my hands and clasped her around the back of her thighs, spreading her legs wider. She took another inch. I sucked her nipples in my mouth, rolling them with my tongue. Unable to wait any longer, I bit down on tips while surging up inside her, burying myself to the hilt. I held her there, trying not to come like a schoolboy hitting his first pussy.

“Ride me,” I said when I had my control back. “Ride me hard.”

She slung her hair back over her shoulder and looked at me with fire in her eyes. I knew I was in for the time of my life, and not just for tonight. After a few minutes, she found the rhythm that suited us. It wasn’t as fast as I’d had some women bounce up and down on my cock. Some girls thought a guy’s dick was a pole to ride. Let me tell you it was no fun when your cock bent because it missed the hole on the way down. It hurt like shit.