Inked Stepbrother: New Adult Stepbrother Romance (3 page)

This isn't happening, it can't be. Now I know why I don't go out, especially to parties like this one - I don't have friends, people only want to use me. With guys, it's all about my body, and with girls, it's about using my money.

I stay frozen to the spot for a split second as the girls giggle at me, feeling everyone's eyes glued to my face, waiting for my reaction.

Finally, I turn on my heels and run outside, needing the fresh air to make me feel like I haven't left my body right there in the living room of some unknown house.

When I'm outside, I hide behind the thick trunk of a tree and take deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. The fresh air feels good when it hits my lungs, thick and refreshing.

Then, I hear footsteps behind me and step further into the shadows, trying to distance myself from what's happening at the party.

"Candace?" A voice calls out my name, and I know it's Hunter.

Great - he's probably here to make fun of me some more. Like I don't get enough of that shit at school already.

I hear his steps in the grass and next thing I know, he's standing in front of me. I look down quickly, knowing I can't take another pounding. My heart is breaking as it is, knowing I have no one on my side.

"Candy," Hunter says softly, stepping even closer to me. I recoil from his touch as he reaches out with his hand, and he lets it drop to his side.

"What happened back there?" he wants to know. His voice is low, almost a growl.

I finally raise my eyes to his, not hiding my anger in the slightest.
You want to know, Mr. Popularity? Let me tell you what life is like for me.

"That was my life," I spit out angrily. "That's what happens when I go to parties. In case you haven't realized, I'm a loner. I don't have anyone. The reason behind which is currently covering my dress."

I point to the huge stain on my clothes and Hunter's eyes follow me, lingering too long on my breasts instead of the stain, until I sigh heavily and he finally looks back into my eyes.

"You tried to do coke," he accuses me next, and I shoot daggers at him with my eyes.

"I didn't," I deny it immediately. "Others were doing it. I was just there with Louis."

His eyes widen at the mention of another guy. "He the one I caught you with when I came back home?" he wants to know.

I refuse to answer, instead crossing my arms in front of me, the wetness of my dress cold against my shivering skin.

It's Hunter's time to sigh this time, and he rubs his eyes wearily. "Come on, we're going home."

It's not a question so much as an instruction, and what pisses me off even more is the fact that he turns his back on me and just starts to walk away, not even waiting to see if I'll follow.

I do though, because what other option do I have? I could stand around the party, hoping to catch a ride with someone else, but after everything that's happened, I doubt that would happen. Plus, I don't want Louis' hands all over me today.
It made me feel dirty,
I realize with a heavy dose of surprise.

We walk to the bike and I ignore the filthy looks people are throwing at me the whole way there. Without saying a single word, Hunter hands me a helmet and we get on the motorcycle, starting the ride home.

I try to touch him as little as possible, not wanting to get him wet, too, but secretly enjoying the closeness of our bodies. Not that I would ever let him know, of course.

The drive is over too fast for my liking and we park on a street close to ours, not wanting to wake up our parents. Sneaking through the bushes, I can't help but fight a smile when we finally get into the house.

We sneak upstairs, with me pointing the creaky ones to Hunter. Finally, we stop in front of my room, and Hunter grabs my arm. I look up at him with surprise, my heart pounding.

"Can I come in?" he asks softly, his voice almost too quiet to hear in the semi-darkness, our silhouettes enveloped in shadows.

I hesitate only for a moment, thinking my answer over. But I can't stop nodding slowly a moment later. I open the door softly and we creep into my room.

I reach for the light, but Hunter stops me, making me put my hand down. I raise my eyes slowly until they meet his, and even though it's so dark, I can feel his gaze burning into mine, see his bright irises.

I know this is bad, and know I shouldn't let him get to me ... But I make a move to step just a little bit closer, closing in the distance between us until we're almost touching.

He reaches for my cheek with his rough hands, gently grazing my skin as he looks into my eyes. Our gazes are locked on one another and I can't quite look away ...

"Sweet Candy," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I bet you taste just as good as you smell."

I think that's what does me in, because next thing I know, I'm reaching for him, pulling him closer. Our bodies crash together with a burning need and I keep my eyes locked on his as his arms wrap around my body possessively.

I'm yearning for his kiss and my lips part slowly, inviting him in ... wanting him to invade my mind, body and soul.

He groans like he's in pain and then his mouth comes down on mine. His kiss is demanding, trying to take all of me in one swift motion as his tongue swirls in my mouth, sucking all my resolve out of me.

I'm moaning, he's groaning, and we topple on the bed with me on top of him.

Hunter moves away just for a moment to give me a wicked grin, then makes me straddle him. "I know you can be a bad girl, too," he tells me devilishly, and I blush from top to toe hearing those words come out of my lips.

I want to look away, but he takes my chin in his hands and makes me kiss him. "Come on, baby," he urges me. "Show me how bad you can be ..."

It's like someone else has control of my body, because I straddle him with resolve and rub myself against his hardening cock. He groans, grabbing a fistful of my long hair and using it as a lever to pull me closer.

His other hands roams under my dress, pushing it up impatiently until his hands are on my breasts, and I can barely breathe. He takes a hard nipple between two fingers and twists it until I'm softly moaning, begging for more pain and pleasure combined.

I'm a woman possessed, almost tearing his shirt as I take it off. Then, I just stare at his beautiful body. All those tattoos, the rock hard abdomen, his boxers peeking out from his jeans.

"Come on," he begs me to continue. "Need you right now."

I pull down his jeans and boxers slowly, and his cock springs free. My eyes widen, even though it's the second time I'm seeing him like this, but I can't stop looking ...

He's so big I wonder how he even fits ... in there. It's throbbing with need for me, long and thick, velvety to the touch as my rub my fingers along his length hesitantly. And right there, on the tip, there's a piercing I didn't notice before.

And before I can stop myself, I wonder how that piece of metal would feel on my tongue ... and later, inside me.

I blush furiously, but Hunter can't wait anymore. He groans as he rips my dress off of me, throwing it on the floor and stripping my thong off, too.

My heart is beating wildly as he stares me down, feeling vulnerable under his touch. I try to cover myself up, but he won't let me, grabbing me by the wrists and holding them on each side of my body.

"Look at you," he groans needily. "Fuck, you're beautiful ... Gotta make you mine."

I'm shivering as he grabs his cock and aims it at my entrance, my body aching with the need for him, arching as soon as his silky tip touches my swollen lips. But Hunter looks confused when he's met with resistance. He looks at me with confusion.

"Don't you want me, baby?" he asks in hushed tones.

I'm quick to nod, but immediately, I see his eyes widen in the dark with the realization of why he can't push inside me as easily as he should.

"Candace, are you a virgin?" he groans, and I smile innocently in answer to his question.

Time freezes for a split second, but right after that, a selection of juicy cusswords spills out of Hunter's mouth. He's off of me in a second, my body throbbing, asking for more.

"Don't go," I say softly as he starts pulling on his jeans.

He doesn't even look at me, doesn't offer another glance or word. He just gets dressed as quickly as possible, his brows knitted together in worry, his mouth in a tense line.

As soon as he's done, he throws my dress at me.

"Get decent," he growls in my direction, still not looking at me. He heads outside and I scramble to my feet, feeling more confused than ever.

"I'm sorry," I say desperately. "I'm sorry if that bothers you ... I was just waiting for the right guy, I wanted ... I
needed
my first time to be special."

He looks at me with softness in his eyes, but it is soon replaced by a hard glare. "Yeah?" he asks viciously. "Maybe you should hold off a while longer. I have no interest in silly little girls. I only fuck women, Candace."

With those words, he heads out of the room, never looking back, and I fall on my bed, my body still throbbing, needing him inside.

I fall onto my bed, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, pushing me down until I can't breathe with the pressure on my chest.

My little stepsister, sweet Candace Winters ... a virgin.

Of course she is - what the hell was I thinking? She isn't even legal yet.

I just got carried away with her appearance - she looks so grown up, beautiful with legs for days and lips that are begging to be wrapped around my thick cock.

But in the end, she's nothing but a kid, and my stepsister at that. She's forbidden fruit, and if I knew what was good for me, I'd keep my hands off of her.

But here's the thing about me. Tell me I can't have something, and I'll kill myself trying to get it. And right now, I want nothing more than to plunge my cock into the wetness between my stepsister's legs, have her screaming my name as she comes on my tip pushing inside her.

I shudder, groaning and rubbing my weary eyes with my hands. I can feel my cock stirring and I know I'm still hard just from seeing her naked. Her body is a wonder, but as much as I try to tell myself this is all physical, I can't help but feel attracted to her ... Candy, the sweetheart, the one with the kindest smile, the sexiest laugh, the trusting eyes.

I want all of her, and it scares me because she's getting harder and harder to resist.

My hand roams down my body until I'm touching my swollen cock and I rub it hesitantly, running my fingers over the length of it until I'm touching my piercing. It was a stupid, impulsive idea I had when I turned eighteen, but I don't regret it at all. The feeling when I plunge into a pussy and the woman's face twists with surprise and pleasure from those little metal balls on my tip is priceless.

If only I could see that expression on my stepsister's face.

Rubbing my length, I play with the silver metal balls of the piercing, pulling until I grow even bigger and thicker. But it's no use, and I keep thinking how much better it would be if only I'd fucked sweet little Candy.

I fall asleep with her name on my lips.

Candy ...

***

Thankfully, I wake up early, so I have the chance to get out of the house before anyone else gets up. I gather my stuff and dress accordingly for the day I have planned - a nice, perfectly fitted suit, dress shoes and a briefcase. I need to look the part today, and for once I'm thankful my clothes cover all of my piercings and tattoos.

I don't drive my bike, instead choosing to call a cab to take me to my destination. Arriving downtown, I have to admit the business district intimidates me a little, and standing in front of the large skyscraper I'm supposed to go in sends chills down my spine.

At least if helps to keep my mind off a certain someone who I most definitely shouldn't be fantasizing about,
I think bitterly.

Finally heading inside, I give my name to the receptionist and she gives me a visitor's badge with instructions to head to the 43rd floor. I'm waiting for the elevator when I hear the click-clack of heels behind me, and I turn my head to the side ever so slightly, never being one to resist a woman in high heels.

And I'm not disappointed.

My eyes land on a gorgeous redhead, her hair bobbed and curly, her eyes fiercely green. She's wearing sky high heels which more than make up for her petite figure. But even her business clothes cannot hide the voluptuous body she's hiding underneath.

She's fucking beautiful, and were it another occasion, I wouldn't think twice about approaching her. This time though, I don't say a thing. But as she passes me, her eyes connect with mine and she smiles slowly, her grin crooked and promising dirty, nasty little things.

Well, fuck me.

The elevator pings in front of me and I go inside, heading up to the 43rd floor, my mind switching between Candy and the gorgeous redhead from downstairs. I'm too preoccupied with women these days, but what's a guy to do?

I finally arrive at my destination and another receptionist escorts me to a conference hall. Several people are already waiting for me, and one of them - because I can't seem to catch a break - is of course the redhead from the lobby.

"Mr. Parker?" a man asks me and I shake his hand in affirmation. "Please, sit down. We'll begin in just a moment."

I do as I'm told, feeling hot shivers running down my spine as I look at the redhead out of the corner of my eye. No idea who she is, but I'm intrigued.

The receptionist sets a coffee in front of me, and then it's show time.

First of all, I'm introduced to several people, forgetting all of their names as soon as they say them since I'm so nervous. But when it's the redhead's turn, her name burns into my mind with flames as red as her perfectly coiffed hair.

"Allura Prescott," she says with a clipped, throaty voice that might just make me go crazy. I offer a polite smile, realizing she's the wife of the owner of the company, who is currently sitting to the size. He's some old guy, wrinkled and grey, and I'm immediately convinced she's a trophy wife.

However, her sharp gaze tells me she might just be a clever business woman, too.

Before I know it, it's my turn to speak. Realizing this is the moment, I swallow the lump in my throat before presenting my case.

I explain everything, from A to Z. I know my idea is solid, and I believe we can make it work. I've developed a concept of an app which can be used for all kinds of entertainment - from music to books and TV as well as concerts and restaurants. Basically, you input stuff you like and it gives you recommendations based on that. You can also purchase all of the things within the app, which is how it earns money along with advertising.

I know my idea is solid, but I've faced so much doubt lately - mainly from Candy's Dad - I've begun to think it really is a shit idea. But as I'm explaining it and I see the faces of the businessmen (and woman) in front of me, I become more confident, realizing it really is something that can be profitable.

When I finish, a silence descends on the room and everyone is looking at me intently. I offer a nervous smile, which is followed by Allura's laughter - throaty, low and sexy as fuck.

"I like you, Mr. Parker," she tells me
. I noticed
, I reply in my mind.

"You have a good idea, and you're passionate." She  closes her laptop and offers me a smile. "I think we'll work well together."

After that, everything goes off and I realize it's her word that matters the most in this room. I'm congratulated, patted on the back and promised insane amounts of money for my idea.

When I leave the room, my smile is wide, my mind swimming with ideas for this project. I finally did it - proved myself, let everyone know I'm not just some fuck-up, a tattooed prick with no promise of a future.

I can't wait to tell Candy's Dad.

I'm just about to head out when a voice calls my name and I turn around slowly to see a man rushing towards me. He reaches me in a few quick steps and offers me a shy smile before handing me a padded envelope.

"For you," he says. "Some further instructions from Mrs. Prescott."

I nod politely and say my goodbyes, getting a cab back home.

It is only when I'm sitting in the back of the car that I open the envelope, finding enclosed a key card for a hotel and a small note with a lipstick print. I read the handwriting, almost illegible with long swirls.

"Let me show you how much I really like your idea ... -A"

Instead of grinning widely, which any man in my position would do, my forehead creases with worry. This woman is my boss now, and she's married. It would be wrong to take her up on that offer.

I try to convince myself that's the reason why I won't be paying a visit to her hotel room, but the truth is, if this were a few weeks ago, I would've taken her up on that offer in a split second.

But now, my mind is too preoccupied with a certain type of Candy ...