He's So Fine (A BBW Stepbrother Romance) (13 page)

No, Abby gave us what we both needed. Not too fast. Not too slow. Just right. Her warmth engulfed me with every downward slam. The chill of the air blew across the wet flesh, making my balls draw up. The contrast in temperature was exquisite. I could only imagine when it felt like on her clit. I ground her against me on each downward thrust. My focus was torn between keeping her moving up and down and the tits that were bouncing in front of my face. Unable to resist, I sucked one into my mouth and held on. Her movement caused the flesh to stretch. It made her moan.

I was nearing my endurance, ready to shoot my load up inside her when I realized I hadn’t put on a condom. I was religious about wrapping the boy up. This woman had warped my mind. The temptation to stay inside her was over the top. I’d done some bad shit in my life, some really nasty shit when temptation was thrown in my face.

This was neither bad nor nasty. It would be heaven. Absolute heaven.

But I couldn’t. Unless …

I let go of her breast with a pop. “Are you on the pill, Abby?” God, please let her say yes. I was clean and I knew she was, too. The risk was all about an unplanned pregnancy.

Yeah, did you catch that slip? Unplanned. Not unwanted. That, of course, was the subject of a conversation I never planned to have.

“What?” She kept moving and moaning a confused look on her face. I couldn’t blame her for her lack of focus. My brain cells were slowly being burned away.

“Pill? Are you on the fucking pill?!” I growl the words and they were carried off by the wind. The storm had picked up around us, growing in strength, just as our need for each other built to a fever pitch, even though her body was slick with rain and her silk pajamas cold against her skin. Shit, I needed to get her inside.

But I damn well knew I needed to come inside her before I blew a nut.

“Yes, yes.”

I took her answer as an affirmative to my question and not just an expression of her impending release.

I took over, thrusting my hips up as I slammed hers down. Our groins crashed into each other. My dick was hard as a steel rod and she rode it like a pro. Yeah, pretty raunchy description, but that’s what was happening.

It only took a few strokes and I was ready. I thrummed her clit wanting her to milk every last drop from me. “Come for me, baby. Come for me now.”

Seconds later, we were exploding together, producing more energy than the lightning streaking across the sky.

“Cage!” She screamed out my name as her pussy spasmed. She did milk my cock, dragging every ounce of my essence from my body until I was limp and spent.

I hugged her to me, trying to still her shudders that soon turned into shivers. I was still hard when I pulled out of her, missing her warmth instantly. I reached between us and dragged my jeans back into place, gingerly pulling up the zipper, but only far enough to keep my pants from falling off. No man liked to stuff his sausage back into the case when it was still at half-mast. Standing, I kept her in my arms and made my way into the house.

CAGE

The next morning I watched Abby as she slept, unsure of the emotions that I was experiencing. I didn’t trust people—women in particular. Wasn’t trust a big component of love? Trust that the other person would be there for you? Trust they would never try to harm you? I’d had neither of those things in my life. Wasn’t sure I believed they even existed.

So I wasn’t sure I believed in love. I certainly didn’t believe love could happen in a heartbeat.

She stirred in her sleep, rolling over to her stomach. Her restlessness had uncovered most of her gorgeous body. Her silk covered ass stuck up in the air and immediately I imagined taking her that way. Or taking her ass.

I pushed against my cock as it grew beneath the denim of my jeans. I was tempted to pull it out and jerk off as I watched her sleep. But, how creepy would that be?

My cock didn’t seem to care, twitching at the thought.

I didn’t question why I was still horny. Or even how I could still be horny after last night. I was a young adult male in his prime. What concerned me about my changing behavior patterns was the fact that I’d had sex with Abby all night. The ride on the deck had just been the beginning. My hunger had grown as the darkness had changed to light and I had taken her again. And again.

Worse, I’d stayed the night.

Something I had never done. Hell, I rarely fucked the same girl twice.

Oh, I’d left earlier, going back to my room to shower and change clothes. Now I was back, drawn to her as irresistibly as a magnet to steel. I’d spent the last hour watching her breathe. I scrubbed my hands over my two-day stubble.

Not good. So not good.

She stirred again in her sleep, stretching out her legs, catching me in the thigh. I grabbed her foot to keep it from landing anywhere dangerous and felt her freeze.

She was awake. Her big green eyes blinking as if she couldn’t quite believe she was seeing me, fully dressed, sitting on the edge of her bed. She still lay on her stomach, the sheet a tumbled mess around her curvy body. It took all of my willpower not to unzip my pants and thrust into her.

I didn’t for two reasons. One, I knew she had to be sore as hell. This sex thing was new for her and last night had been a marathon session, even by my standards. And two, today was an off day of my training and I wanted to spend it with her. Which was why I was here so early on a sweet summer morning—gathering the fucking courage—to ask her to spend the day with me. On a date.

“Hey, beautiful.”

“Hey.” Another long blink that made me think of a sleepy cat and had me grinning at her. I squeezed her foot and rubbed my hand along her calf.

“Why don’t you get up and get dressed. We’re going to the beach today.”

“We are?”

“Yep. Now get going.” I gave her a hard slap on her cute ass and start to rise from the bed, her startled squeal music to my ears. Of course, that made me think about what she would sound like if I pulled her over my lap and spanked her ass red. Or better yet, put my handprints on her creamy white skin as I plowed into her from behind. I couldn’t get that vision out of my head. Taking her from behind.

Before I could move, I felt her arms around my neck and she was pulling me backwards onto the bed. My cock gave a twitch of joy thinking she wanted a little morning nookie. Instead, she attacked me in a flurry of arms and legs as she tried to straddle me and tickle me all at the same time. I flipped her onto her back and straddled her. She was the one soon giggling since I’m not the least bit ticklish. I was just about to grab her hands and give her a lesson in true torture when there was a knock on the door and I heard my father’s voice asking if he could come in.

“Shit,” I cursed softly. We were both trying to move at the same time and I hoped he wouldn’t open the door and come on in. Not that we were doing anything wrong, but I’d planned on it. Had done it. Here. Last night. In this very bed. For some reason I felt my face flush, as if I was embarrassed. I hadn’t felt that emotion in—well, never. Not that I could remember anyway. Sex was such a part of me. I needed it as much as I needed to eat or breathe.

Finally, I was back on the edge of the bed and Abby was sitting up against the headboard, the sheet covering her drawn up knees. She wrapped her arms around them and called out, telling my dad he could come in.

I almost laughed at his startled expression—if I hadn’t still felt that lingering burst of embarrassment. I realized it wasn’t embarrassment from getting caught in Abby’s room. It was knowing someone might discover just how much the girl sitting behind me had come to mean to me in such a short period of time. I might do sex fifty ways to Sunday, but I didn’t do love or commitment or any of that other shit.

I had a feeling that if my dad knew what had transpired between us, he would expect nothing less from me but that commitment and other shit.

“Well.” He cleared his throat as if he didn’t know what to say now.

I took pity on him. “Good morning.” I still couldn’t bring myself to call him dad, even though he’d told me on several occasions he wouldn’t mind. I still minded. Hooking up with some woman and emptying yourself inside her didn’t make a man a dad. It made him a damn sperm donor in my book. I thought back to last night and the feel of Abby around my bare cock. The first and only time I’d taken a woman without protection.

“Good morning, Abby. Cage. Your mother wanted me to tell you she was going shopping if you wanted to go along. I’m playing a round of golf at the club.”

He looked at me as though he realized this could be a perfect father-son moment.

“Would you like to join me?”

It got to me that he was eager to spend time with me. Not enough, though, to change my plans. Getting Abby alone. For a moment, I considered staying here with her since both Horace and Julie were leaving. It would certainly be more convenient to have a bed nearby. I remembered why I was taking her away from the temptation of a soft bed or any other convenient flat surface. Oh, I planned on loving her, but I was also considerate enough to give that sweet tunnel of love a rest. For a day. I know I couldn’t hold out much longer than that now that I’d had a taste of her.

“No, thanks.” I gave him a genuine smile. “I was wondering if I could borrow your boat.”

“Sure. Sure.”

He didn’t even hesitate and that made me feel good inside. He’d already given me the use of his cars and tried to give me cash every time I left the house. I refused the credit card he’d tried to give me. At least he trusted me to some degree.

“I’ll call down and have the crew get it ready.”

I shook my head. “No, the sloop.” Beside the boat we’d used yesterday, he had a smaller boat. That was the one I wanted. I could man it by myself and there’d be no one else around.

“I’ll call the marina and set it up.”

“Thanks.” I was surprised that the word dad almost slipped out.

“That takes care of you. What about you, Abby? Want to go shopping with your mother?”

I placed my hand on Abby’s foot. “Abby’s going with me.” I don’t why I said it in such a forceful way. I knew I’d overdone it when one of Horace’s brows rose. He might seem like a laid back man, but some of my aggressive tendencies had to come from him.

“Is that what you want to do, Abby?”

“Yeah. Cage was telling me what he had planned. It sounds like fun.”

She gave him a sweet smile that I wanted for my own. I could feel the tension in her body simply from touching her foot. I realized she was afraid Horace might ask her questions she didn’t want to answer.

“Right.” My dad gave a sharp nod of his head and turned to leave. At the door, he turned back around. “Wait. That leaves you two without a car to get to the marina.”

“I have a car, Horace.”

Horace snorted. “No, you have a tin can with four wheels. You do not need to be driving that thing.”

“It got me here without any problems so I’m sure it can make it from here to the marina and back. Besides the tires are new, thanks to you.”

There was certainly no sign of gratitude in her voice and I was happy not to be on the receiving end of that tone.

“You are as stubborn as your mother.”

“Thank you,” Abby beamed at my old man. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

My grin spread across my lips as my dad rolled his eyes. Apparently, he’d had his share of run-ins with the Snow women. I could attest to the fact that they were stubborn as hell.

He left with a last word of warning to be careful. I was surprised he didn’t warn me about the dangers of boating and drinking. Not that I was much of a drinker. It dulled the senses and slowed down reaction time. I admitted to having a beer now and then, but usually I steered clear. I hated not being in control of myself or my surroundings.

“Alright, lazybones, time to get this show on the road.” I rose from the bed knowing I needed to get away before I gave into temptation and stayed with her, in that big bed, for the rest of the day. I threw her cover off and yanked her to her feet.

Holding her in my arms, I gave her a kiss guaranteed to buckle her knees. I lifted my head, taking in the slumberous gaze and I knew I had succeeded. “Wear that bathing suit you wouldn’t show me yesterday and be downstairs in ten minutes.” Another swift smack on the ass and I left her behind. For now.

ABBY

I was still reeling from the events of the last ten minutes when the bedroom door clicked shut behind Cage. I had woken up to discover my stepbrother looking at me like a morsel of his favorite food he couldn’t wait to gobble up. Then I had my stepdad knock on my door while said stepbrother was laying on top of me leaving me in no doubt what he wanted.

Hurrying to the bathroom, I stripped out of my pajamas and into the shower. I washed my hair even though I knew it was a waste of time if we were going swimming. I rinsed off, folding a towel around my body. For once, I eagerly dug through the stash of clothing Horace has bought me. Cage wanted to see me in a bathing suit, right?

Yesterday’s bathing suit had been a conservative one piece I knew I’d feel somewhat comfortable going around in, considering it wasn’t just me and my mom. But today, I wanted something else. My confidence grew every time I was with Cage. While women might be able to fake their attraction to the opposite sex, men really couldn’t. Their dicks either got hard, stayed hard, or they didn’t.

Cage’s had stayed hard all night long.

I was, I realized, excited by the prospect of Cage seeing all of my glorious wonder in a couture confection. Spying the splash of red, I pulled out a bathing suit that still had the tag on it. Other than a few outfits here and there over the last few weeks, I hadn’t taken advantage of the Horace’s generosity. I didn’t know why I was so reluctant to accept Horace’s generous gift. I knew he wouldn’t give me the receipts so I could return everything when we got back home.

I laid the suit on the bed, eager to see what it would look like. The top had built in cups that would provide me with ample cleavage and the bottom sported a cute ruffled edge that hung well below the juncture of my thighs. The last thing big girls like myself wanted was the fleshy part of our inner thighs on display for everyone to see. It was going to be hard enough revealing the generous curve of my stomach and rounded fullness of my arms for everyone.

Not everyone I realized. Just Cage.

I hoped. Doubt surged through me. Had he planned to ask others on our outing? Even though we were taking Horace’s sloop, a boat much smaller than the one yesterday, it could still hold several more people.

For a moment, I debated pleading too much sun from yesterday. Or too much sex from last night. As I pulled on the bottoms, I realized I really was aching between my legs this morning. And sore. What did I expect? Cage had reached for me time and time again during the night and I had gone eagerly into his arms.

And then he’d left.

He hadn’t left until almost morning, so maybe that was progress. We all had our own reasons for our behavior. I might know his body now as intimately as I knew mine, but I’d only managed to peel back one or two layers of the man called Cage.

“Hey, you about ready?” His hand thumped against my door, impatience ringing in his tone. I hoped the impatience was for me. Being with me that is. I located the matching cover-up to the suit and my tote from yesterday. Thankfully, I’d already emptied out the wet towels. I knew the boat would have more so I didn’t bother to grab any. It might not have a crew, but the boat service Horace had hired kept it cleaned and well stocked. I might not like the water, but I did love the feel of the hot rays and the cool breeze kicked up by boat.

Clutching the handle of the tote like a lifeline, one I was sure I would need, I walked out my bedroom door and into Cage’s arms.

CAGE

Horace had made good on his word; the boat was ready and waiting when I pulled up to the marina. I’d stopped at the deli in town and picked up the basket lunch I’d ordered earlier that morning. I had also swallowed my pride and twisted myself behind the wheel of Abby’s car.

Car. I snorted. Dad had been correct. It was a tin can on four wheels. It was a frigging Volkswagen Beetle that had seen better days. I think the only thing that wasn’t almost rusted through was a patch of what had to be the original yellow paint on the driver’s side door.