He's So Fine (A BBW Stepbrother Romance) (16 page)

“What?”

“I thought that might get your attention.” He smiled up at me and I was lost. Again.

“You can’t, we can’t.” I take a deep breath. “People don’t do that.”

“I don’t know about people, but I will with you. Besides, there’s more than one way to skin a cat.” He gave a knowing smile before pulling my head down for a hard, swift kiss. “Can you dry your hair and get dressed by yourself?”

“I can, but I’m not going to.” I was really starting to cramp now. As soon as he left, I would have to do something about my impending visitor. I planned to crawl back into bed with a heating pad and pull the covers over my head for the rest of the day.

“I still need to work out and I want you to come with me. My father and your mother are gone. I don’t want to leave you by yourself.”

Ah, I thought to myself. This could be a testing point. Would he be willing to skip his workout and stay with me? He was willing to forgo the pleasantries so to speak when it came to sex. But would he sacrifice his time for some good old fashion sharing and caring?

“I really don’t feel like going anywhere, Cage.” I resisted the temptation to bat my eyelashes at him. This was one of those moments that bordered on being majorly manipulative by using my period as a bargaining chip to get my own way. I heard two sets of voices in my head. One urged me on and the other tsked in disappointment at what I was doing.

He rubbed his hands along my thighs. I was still sitting there, naked and vulnerable, but had never felt safer. Or more cared for. The look in his eyes told me more than words ever could.

He really was concerned about me.

“Okay. What do you want to wear?” He started opening drawers as I sat there, more than a little stunned. I’d heard stories of girls who dated jocks. They were forever complaining their guys always put them last. And this was coming from some very beautiful girls.

When he pulled out a new pair of cute summer pajamas, I shook my head and pointed to the next drawer down. That drawer held
my
clothes. He didn’t say anything as he pulled out a faded, oversized t-shirt and a pair of baggy shorts. I don’t know where they had come from, probably a thrift store somewhere years ago. They were the most comfortable pieces of clothing that I had ever worn. I wore them on the weekends when I was feeling lazy, when I was sick or when, like now, I was cramping and uncomfortable.

He didn’t say a word. He slipped the shirt over my head and held out the shorts for me to step into. I blushed and reminded him I needed a pair of panties. When I was dressed, he marched me back into the bathroom and ordered me to sit on the toilet. Next thing I knew, he was combing out my tangled hair and drying it. I let myself relax into his touch. The feel of his fingernails scraping over my scalp was divine. I think I was purring by the time he finished. He rummaged through a drawer in the oversized vanity and found one of my many scrunchies. With deft movements, he pulled my hair into a ponytail at the nape of my neck. A startling thought crossed my mind that he would make a good father.

“There. Now you’re ready.”

I felt the blush from earlier rush back over my cheeks. “Not quite.”

Thankfully, he didn’t ask what I meant. “Right. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

It didn’t take me long to get ready for my monthly visitor. I hated that expression. Try more like unwanted houseguest. Damn, Adam, for eating that apple, I thought.

When I got downstairs, the surprises kept coming. He had moved the couch closer to the television, even though it was a big assed screen. Moving the couch closer created a relaxing, cozy feeling.

He’d also placed a quilt over the leather fabric and had another ready to place over me. He was sitting there waiting for me. I smiled as I walked toward him. He really was too good to be true.

CAGE

I heard the parents return and realized I should probably get up and go back to my room until they had settled down for the night. Abby was stretched out beside me on her bed, her face buried in the side of my neck. I’d learned a thing or two about her this evening. She was one responsive woman. If she hadn’t been in so much discomfort with the cramping, I would have taken her in the ass. She’d driven me crazy with her mouth and hands on my cock. I’d returned the favor, fingering her to orgasm. Yeah, doing things when a girl was bleeding wasn’t the most ideal way, but hell sex was dirty and could sometimes gross you out if you thought about it. She’d been too tempting to resist.

I realized I’d missed my window of opportunity to leave when her bedroom door creaked open. Hell, I’d forgotten to lock it. It was probably a good thing now, since I saw her mother’s face poking in. No doubt, she would have wondered why her daughter had locked her room. I had a feeling I was the biggest secret Abby had ever kept from her mother.

“Cage?” Her voice was a soft whisper when she spotted me in the bed. I’d left the light on in case Abby needed something. I didn’t want to be stumbling around in the dark trying to take care of her.

“Yeah.” I nodded my head and answered back softly.

She came farther into the room, a look of worry on her face. I had to admit she was a good-looking woman. That was good. That meant Abby would age well. My gut tightened when I thought of the future and Abby in the same context.

“What’s wrong with her?”

I move one of my arms from behind my head to pull her closer in some primal show of possession. “She’s a little under the weather.”

“What do you mean?”

Suddenly I was attacked by the same embarrassment that I’d laughed at Abby for having. Shit. “I, um.” I couldn’t think of a lie fast enough.

“Oh.” Her eyes widened and she coughed a little, hiding a laugh no doubt. “I see. Is there anything you need?”

“No, we’re fine. I gave her some aspirin.” After I’d brought her to orgasm twice. I’d convinced her I’d read somewhere that orgasms relieved cramping.

“Alright.” She turned around to open the door, then turned back around. “I’m not sure I approve of what’s going on.”

I started to give her some of my bad attitude, but she cut me off.

“Not because of the strange dynamics of your relationship.” We both knew she was talking about the taboo shadow of being stepbrother and stepsister. “She’s very inexperienced, Cage. Both sexually and emotionally. She’s strong, but vulnerable.”

My arm tightened around the sleeping woman in my arms and I brushed back a lock of hair from her eyes. “I know. It’s … it’s one of the things that’s so special about her.”

She nodded in agreement. “Just remember how special she is. Because if you hurt my baby, I’ll take one of your daddy’s scalpels and change my name to Lorena. Got it?”

Man, did I like a woman with spirit. If I wasn’t boffing her daughter, I just might think of doing the momma.

My eyes must have shown some of my thoughts because she laughed. “Oh, you are a bad boy, aren’t you?

“To the bone, ma’am. To the bone.”

CAGE

After Abby’s mom left, I stayed on the bed. It went against my usual MO. I fucked and left or fucked and threw the girl out. I did not do cuddling. I didn’t do emotions. I didn’t fucking walk around tiptoeing through the tulips like fucking Tiny Tim.

Or I hadn’t until this summer. Until Abby. Now, I was willing to do almost anything.

My hold tightened on her as if I was afraid someone would come along and pull her from my arms.

Shit, I was so fucked. So. Totally. Fucked.

I closed my eyes and let sleep overtake me. Too many thoughts were whirling around in my head, making it hurt. I pressed a hand to my chest. I was hurting all over. Gently turning Abby onto her other side, I pulled her back against my chest, pressing my erection between the cheeks of her ass. Damn it, I was spooning, I thought as sleep claimed me. Me, Cage Montgomery, bad to the bone, Cage Montgomery was spooning

ABBY

The next few days passed in a blur. Cage and I became joined at the hip doing everything together. My mother didn’t seem to mind, but I knew she was biding her time until I opened up to her. And I knew I would. Soon. Right now, this was all too new and I knew it would end way too soon. I’d need her later. When the warmth of the summer sun gave way to the crisp chill of the autumn air. When Cage walked out of my life. Or, I walked out of his.

Hugging my knees to my chest, I watched the waves crash gently onto shore. It was mid-morning and Cage was at his gym working out. He’d actually asked me if I felt well enough to be left alone. What did men think? Women just curled up and stopped functioning during their cycle? They probably would.

He’d be back at lunch, he’d said. I didn’t know what he had planned for us today, but I was sure I’d enjoy it. I didn’t know why he was going all out to keep me entertained either. Maybe it was his way of passing the time until we could take up our other form of entertainment. I shivered despite the warm sun beating down on me, knowing we could start again any time we wanted. Not that we’d been less intimate during my ‘confinement.’ I’d learned plenty of ways to skin a cat during the last several days.

Grinning, I closed my eyes and let the cool breeze from the water soothe me. This had truly been the best summer of my life.

“Hi there, gorgeous.” My body tensed at the words. They weren’t delivered in Cage’s deep, rich baritone.

I shaded my eyes and looked up at the person who had intruded on my peaceful morning. Danny.

“Hello.” I answered him with a small smile. Since that night at the club, I’d only seen the group a couple of times when they came over to play tennis. Horace didn’t seem to care if they used the tennis courts without me being there, so I didn’t say anything to them when I’d see them out there.

Danny didn’t bother to ask if he could sit down beside me. I realized it was a public beach, but I considered the two feet beside me my own personal space. He obviously didn’t think the same way. He sat so close his shoulders were touching mine. I scooted away and earned myself an angry glare.

He dug his fingers into the sand and raised his hand, letting it trickle down. “You haven’t been at the club lately.”

I snorted. It wasn’t as if I’d been a regular. I’d been there maybe three times before Cage had shown up. Had Danny missed me? If he had, he had a strange way of showing it. No phone calls, no stopping by to see me. Yeah, we might have hooked up if Cage hadn’t come along. That was a very doubtful might. I’d seen the type of man Danny was long before that fateful day. He was a user and a player. Probably an abuser. His temper flared rather quickly.

“I’ve been busy.”

“With your stepbrother?” His voice held an ugly sneer and when I looked at his face, I realized his expression held the same disdain.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.” There was no way he could know how close Cage and I had gotten.

Before I knew what was happening, I found my back pressed against the hot sand with Danny above me, blocking out the sun.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I put my hands on his chest to push him away. He took hold of my wrists and forced my arms over my head. I’d worn one of the cute outfits Horace had bought me and the shirt rode high, revealing my curved belly. My breasts thrust against the thin fabric of the shirt. His eyes skimmed down my torso and a feeling of nausea came over me.

“If you can give it up for your brother, you can give me a little piece of this.” He grabbed a handful of my breast and squeezed hard. I cried out in pain and tried to fight my way free. Danny for all of his short stature and lean frame was strong. What I wanted to do was give him a swift kick in the balls, but he’d somehow managed to separate my legs and pressed against my crotch until I couldn’t use them to defend myself.

His mouth came down over mine and he forced his tongue inside despite all my efforts to prevent it. The slimy feel of him in my mouth made my nausea grow.

I managed to jerk my head away. “Get off of me. Now, Danny.” I twisted my hips to buck him off, but I realized that only made his erection grow. His words confirmed the effect the action was having on him.

“Yeah, baby. I like it when they fight.”

My mind gasped. Had he done this to other girls?

When his hand found the top of my shorts, I knew I was in trouble and tears formed in my eyes. Dear heavens, was I about to be raped in broad daylight on a public beach? Where was everyone?

“You can’t do this,” I pleaded with him, still trying get away. Finally, one hand broke loose and I used it to rake my nails down his face. He jerked away at the last minute and all I managed to do was leave dark welts along his throat. My nails were too short to do much damage.

But it lent me strength. I clawed and scratched anywhere and everywhere I could reach. I was fighting desperately and losing when suddenly his weight was lifted away and the sun blinded me with its brightness.

I scrambled away before I sat up to see who had rescued me. My vision still affected by the sun, all I saw were two shadowy figures fighting in the sand. I scrambled to my feet, holding the sides of my shirt together. Somehow Daniel had managed to rip it apart without me noticing.

With one final punch, Cage sent Danny falling into the sand. I didn’t wait to see if he would get back up, I needed Cage’s arms around me now.