He's So Fine (A BBW Stepbrother Romance) (8 page)

I wanted to fuck Abby. I wanted to fuck Abby now.

She must have felt my gaze upon her because her head popped up. When her eyes settled on me, I leaned back in my chair and gave her a salute with my beer bottle. Damn, if I wasn’t going to have to do something—something maybe even out of character—to warm her back up.

I wanted her that bad. Was discovering I needed her that much. I took another long drink, almost emptying the bottle.

I looked to the right of Abby at the new girl who had recently joined the group. She was flirting with every man at the table and was a bigger slut than the one who had touched my arm on the porch that first day here. She’d already come on to me a time or two and I had to say the girl was beautiful. Her features were slightly erotic as if she had Asian ancestry. I had to admit I liked Asian women. The stereotype submissiveness was what attracted me.

Or had attracted me.

Now all I could think of was getting a piece of ass from a girl who looked as wholesome as a fucking glass of milk.

Slamming my bottle down, I walked around the table and leaned down to whisper in the new girl’s ear. “Dance with me.”

It did my heart good to hear the swiftly indrawn breath Abby took. I wasn’t dancing with the girl to make Abby jealous. I didn’t do jealous. At least, that’s what I told myself as I pulled out the girl’s chair. I didn’t give her a chance to answer me. Not that she would say no. She’d been looking at me all evening like I was a steak she couldn’t wait to cut up and eat. Not that a skinny bitch like her would eat a damn steak. She’d be too worried about putting on a couple of pounds.

Now, Abby. Abby had a healthy appetite and I loved it. She’d made no excuses the other night for the second helping of her mother’s spaghetti. I had to admit it had been damn good. I smiled, remembering the tomato sauce that had been on the corner of Abby’s mouth the whole time we were eating. I remembered how I’d wanted to lean over and lick it away—

“The answer is yes, handsome.”

“What?” I turned my attention back to the woman I was holding in my arms. I realized the thought of Abby had done its job again and I was sporting another hard-on.

“I said the answer is yes. I’d love for you to take me home.” Her hand pushed between our bodies and before I knew it, she was working my cock like a pro. There wasn’t a shy or coy bone in this bitch’s body. I tried to tell myself to relax, to enjoy the touch of a woman’s hand. It seemed like a hell of a long time since I’d shot my load inside a willing woman.

Not since I’d arrived in the Hamptons.

Not since I’d set eyes on me stepsister. A shiver of the taboo shuddered through me and I realized the girl in my arms thought it had been for her and her expert touch. Not hardly.

“Whoa, there, let’s not get carried away.” I removed her hand from my body and pulled her close. I might not want her right this minute, but there was no sense in burning any bridges. Her surgically enhanced breasts made a soft, squashy sound as I smashed them against my chest.

“There’s a room in back,” she whispered in my ear right before she deep throated my ear with her tongue. I didn’t know who had told her that was sexy, but it sure as hell wasn’t. A gentle thrust, a little nibble. It had women drooling in their panties. For men, not so much. I stopped dancing and took her hand. She giggled in excitement until she realized I was only leading her back to the table.

“Bastard,” she hissed between her teeth.

“You don’t know the half of it,” I answered as I let go of her hand. My gaze sought Abby only to find she wasn’t there anymore. “Where’s Abby?” I had to shout to be heard over the rock and roll music the club was now playing. The evening had started out with country and I had no doubt after midnight it would be alternative rock and heavy metal. The music changed with the mood of the crowd.

“She went to get some more drinks.” The answer came from one of the other girls at the table.

I frowned. The waitress had just brought by a round. Not to mention that there were five men sitting at the table and they’d sent her to get them drinks? I was mad as hell. I spotted her instantly, as if my senses were naturally drawn to her.

She stood on her tiptoes at the end of the bar, shouting in the ear of the bartender who had leaned forward to hear her. I watched as the man paid more attention to her cleavage than what she was saying.

Cutting my way through the sea of swaying bodies, I used my height and weight to make a path and made no apologies to those around me as they scrambled out my way.

“Hey.”

ABBY

I jumped when a dark voice sounded in my ear and the hot length of a male body pressed against my back. I knew instantly who it was.

Cage. Before he’d shown up, I rarely let anyone that close to me. Now I craved his touch.

Earlier this summer, Danny had tried to get this close the few times he’d gotten me on the dance floor or when we were alone. Sometimes the other guys did too, and I knew there was probably a bet going on between the boys—who would get the fat girl’s pussy first?

I’d considered it—for about a millisecond. Get my V card punched by one of these boys and move on with my life. I’d thought about it until a few short weeks ago when my stepbrother had appeared out of the blue. Now I knew not just any man would do for my first time.

I wanted a man like Cage to show me the ropes. Or at least I thought that was what I wanted. Until the night he had offered and given me my first impromptu lesson—how to suck a cock. Or lick a dick. If I wasn’t so nervous I knew I could come up with a thousand different euphemisms for giving a guy a blowjob.

I wasn’t just nervous standing here with a warm, masculine body pressed against my ass, a thick length of man meat pressed between my cheeks, I was scared as shit. I’d been running ever since the night I’d gotten my first taste of Cage’s cum.

He’d made a habit of touching me, somehow, some way, since he’d arrived. Sneaking up behind me and pressing his body against me at any opportunity. At first, I’d been outraged, giving him a stern glare and moving away as quickly as possible. When our relationship had developed into something, um, more, he’d fed the flame. Cornering me and nibbling on my ears, kissing the back of my neck whenever he could. I’d melted like sugar on his tongue. I swear I’d be better off going without panties some days. Not so he’d have easy access but because I was always so fucking wet.

I’d come out tonight to show him something. What, I was still trying to figure out. When he’d asked the new girl to dance I’d almost jumped from the seat and scratched her eyes out—and given Cage the black eye he deserved for teasing me.

He was mine. At least for the summer. He’d made the offer to me first. Just because I’d been hiding from him the last two days telling myself it was for the best to forget everything, to put what had already happened between us out of my mind, didn’t mean he could move on to some shank.

His fingers dug into my waist as he rubbed his crotch against my ass. There was no doubt that he was aroused. The question was, did he want me, or would any pussy do?

“What do you think you’re doing, Sis?” he hissed in my ear. I knew he’d seen the exchange between me and the bartender. The man had almost drooled on my tits. I’d smiled and flirted—just a little. Just in case Cage had been watching.

Before he could say anything else, the bartender returned with the drinks. “Can you handle these all by yourself, sweetheart?”

I smiled at him, enjoying the attention I seemed to be garnering this evening. Danny had been squeezing my thigh all evening, trying to cop a feel underneath the table and this man was salivating at my feet. I pulled out the money I’d stuffed in my pocket and put in on the counter. The bartender squeezed my hand and slipped a napkin beneath my palm. I stared at it at first, not knowing what I was supposed to do. Wipe the counter before I left? Then I realized he’d given me his phone number.

The bartender leaned closer, his eyes dropping to my breasts once again. I wondered if he even knew the color of my eyes.

“I get off at two. Why don’t you come back?”

“Don’t hold your breath.” Cage leaned over me to take three of the long necked bottles of beer in one of his huge hands.

“Here, take these.” He shoved the others at me and I grabbed them by reflex, using both hands. What the hell?

He tried to guide me through the crowd with a hand on the small of my back but I resisted. I leaned my head back a little so I could see his face.

“What was that all about? He was only giving me his number.” It didn’t mean I was going to use it and I’m pretty sure the waitress for our table had already given hers to Cage.

“No, he wasn’t, sweetheart. He was asking you to come back so he could bend you over the bar and fuck you.”

He bent his knees until he was looking into my eyes. He was a little blurry since I’d chosen to wear contacts that night and the prescription was out of date. “And I can tell you right now, that’s not going to happen. Ever.”

He walked ahead of me, his huge body fading into the sea of bodies thanks to my bad eyesight. I knew I could have picked him out of the crowd by the edge of hunger I felt radiating off him.

Anger edged in around me. I was the one who was supposed to be ignoring him, not the other way around. Who was he to tell me who I could and could not sleep with?

So far, all he’d taught me about sex was how to suck him off. How fair was that? I needed to find me a man who could show me what it felt like to have my pussy eaten out. Okay, maybe I had had a few too many beers with tequila chasers—one being my previous limit.

Cage had already passed around the beers he’d carried by the time I reached the table. I didn’t resent the fact that I was playing waitress or that I was paying for this round. I knew they were using me, but Horace had given me an allowance for my summer activities as he called them.

I sat the drinks on the edge of the table and took the empty chair by Danny. I was pleased when he immediately leaned against me, giving me a kiss on the mouth. “I missed you, baby.”

I returned the kiss, aware of Cage’s eyes boring a hole through me. I lifted my hand and ran it through his wheat colored hair. I didn’t particularly like lightheaded men. Dark and dangerous was my preferred cup of poison. Like Cage. I looked at him beneath my lashes. He was watching me and that made my pussy clench. Yep. Just like Cage.

“Let’s dance.” Danny grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the crowded dance floor. The good thing about going clubbing was that it didn’t matter if you were thin or fat, tall or short, man or a woman. If you were willing to rub your body all over the person dancing beside you, you were the hottest thing going.

I allowed Danny to pull me into the middle of a group of people I’d seen around town. The song was fast and sexy and I let myself go, bumping and humping against anything that came my way. At one point, I was the middle of a white bread sandwich. Danny behind me and another fair-headed man in front. Both had erections but neither turned me on as much as Cage’s raging boner had at the bar.

Lifting my arms, I raised them over my head and caught Danny around his neck. The move thrust out my chest and my big breasts rubbed against my other dance partner. In all honesty, he was hotter than Danny. He placed both of his hands on my waist and pulled me toward him. “Let me have some of that loving, baby.”

I pressed myself against the man, grinding my breasts into his chest. He was tall and broad shouldered but not nearly as muscled as Cage.

Cage.

A break in the dancers allowed me to see our table. He was still there. The only one there. I assumed everyone else was somewhere in this mass of writhing bodies. He’d turned his chair around until he was watching the dance floor. I realized he was watching me.

As I danced, as I felt his eyes upon me, it was as if I’d been possessed by some other being. Perhaps a succubus out to seduce an unsuspecting male. I rubbed and I humped against the stranger in front of me, before doing the same with Danny. Soon, I had both men’s hands on me, my hips, my thighs. Brief gropings of my breasts that were barely this side of decent. For a moment, the intensity of the situation scared me.

I looked back over at Cage. His hand was clenched into a fist lying on top of his thigh. His body looked tense, as if ready to spring into action.

Was he jealous? And if he was, why wasn’t he doing something about it?

I arched my neck when Danny pulled my hair to the side, his mouth moist as he whispered into my ear. “Can we get out of here?” He sharp thrust of his hips let me know exactly what he had in mind.

Did I want to fuck Danny? Let him be my first?

My gaze flew back to Cage only to discover he wasn’t there. The new girl had probably convinced him to dance again. He wasn’t a bad dancer, but he was too intense to really lose himself in the music. I closed my eyes, willing my body to do just that. Lose myself in the flow of the music.

“Let’s go.”

The voice was dark and deep and so unlike Danny’s who talked with a whine, that I thought the stranger in front of me had spoken. I thought that until I realized the stranger was gone, replaced by Cage.

A not-so-happy Cage. He put his hand on my hip and my body grew still. Danny looked up when I stopped moving, removing his mouth from my neck.