Inked Stepbrother: New Adult Stepbrother Romance (5 page)

Hunter and I wave my parents off sometime in the afternoon, standing in the doorway like the perfect pair of stepsiblings we're supposed to be.

They load everything in the car and we stand in the yard until they drive off, waving as they round the corner.

As soon as they're gone, Hunter grabs me and loads me on his shoulder as I shriek with delight.

"Stop it, you!" I yell delightedly, pumping my fists against his chest, but all he does is turn me upside down so I'm dangling over his shoulder. I can't help the stupid grin that makes its way on my face as he carries me inside.

He doesn't speak a word, but carries me straight to my room and sets me down on my bed. My heart pounding, I look at him expectantly, his eyes burning with happiness. But today, I sense darkness in them, too, like something happened since those beautiful moments on the beach ...

Before I get the chance to ask why that is, he speaks up.

"Why don't you get ready for me," he suggests, grinning devilishly. "I have something special planned downstairs. Come down in an hour and a half, okay?"

I nod like a good girl, though to say I'm disappointed is an understatement. I want him right here right now, and I'm not sure I'm willing to wait an hour and a half ... But it's better than nothing, so I just stare at his back with disappointment as he shuts the door and leaves me alone in my room.

I try to read a book for a while, but deem it a futile effort, so I finally decide to get ready like he asked me. I take a nice hot shower, steaming my skin with the scalding water. I massage peach scented body butter into my skin and blow dry my hair until it falls down my shoulders in perfect voluminous waves.

My makeup is minimal, but I change my mind at the last moment and apply a swipe of red lipstick on my full lips. I love the effect it gives me, making me look more grown-up and sophisticated. Just what I need tonight.

When it's time for the outfit, I go through my clothes in a frenzy, not sure what to pick. My fingers come to rest on a dress Leigh-Ann sent over from Australia, claiming I absolutely needed to have it.

It's a sweetheart neckline, a dress that has an incredibly tight bodice and pleats from the hips down. It's a pretty deep pink color and it's the perfect mix of prim and proper with naughty and daring.

I put the dress on and choose a pair of heels from my vast collection. I may not be an adventurous dresser, but shoes are where I let myself go wild. Putting on a classic pair of pumps with bows on them, I feel more confident than ever.

I finish the look with a spray of my signature scent and finally head downstairs.

As soon as I open the door, I'm mesmerized by the sight in front of me.

The hallway is enveloped in darkness, but fairy lights adorn the way leading to the staircase. I follow them slowly, my hand coming to rest on the railing, the place beautifully illuminated by the light.

"You look stunning," a voice interrupts me, and my eyes float down until they find Hunter, standing at the base of the stairs. He has a bouquet of red roses in his hands, and even though it's silly, it breaks my heart and mends it at the same time, knowing he did this for me.

In all the time I've known him, Hunter never once did something romantic. And to know I'm worth the trouble to him makes my heart speed up and my eyes water with pure love for him.

Love?

I gulp realizing what I just realized, but the thought is pushed backwards as I descend the stairs into his arms. He welcomes me in his embrace, his hand gently circling the small of my back, his lips whispering my name into my hair. I can feel goose bumps forming on my skin.

We put the flowers in a vase and walk into the dining room, which is transformed.

It's illuminated with candlelight and looking out to the backyard, where the water in the pool is sparkling like it's made of magic.

Hunter makes me sit down and I'm faced with a dinner made for Gods.

"I didn't know you could cook!" I exclaim in surprise as he reveals one mouthwatering dish after another. He grins at me.

"Lots of things you don't know about me, Candy," he says, and even though it's meant to tease me, it cuts deep. He is still such a stranger ...
But why do I feel like this when he's around, then?

We dig into the food and I savor every bite. It is only halfway through the meal that I notice he's drinking champagne while my glass is filled with orange juice.

"I don't deserve a glass of alcohol?" I ask innocently.

He looks at me sternly. "You're nineteen," he says matter-of-factly. "You're not drinking on my watch, baby."

I don't know whether it's the term of endearment or the fact he's taking care of me like this, but my insides melt all over again as he says those words.

When we finish, he takes me by the hand and leads me outside.

The night is warm and breezy, a perfect combination. And on the lawn, there's a lounging area which was most definitely not there this morning. It's a huge mattress-like thing, stuffed to perfection with plenty of pillows and blankets. It looks like a fairytale.

"How did you ...?" I ask with wonder, but he just gives me a mysterious smile and leads me to the soft cushions. I kick off my heels and fall down on the soft fabric, looking at the stars.

They seem to be especially bright tonight ...

I feel him lie down next to me, his mere presence sending shivers down my spine. I look up into his eyes, and I realize this is the perfect day, the most beautiful moment in my life.

Not only because he went to such great lengths to take care of me.

It's because it's Hunter, and he has been the object of every daydream and fantasy I've had since I was about 14 years old.

His lips part slowly and I breathe him in, our closeness tying us closer together than any kiss could.

"It's a special night," he says softly against my lips, his breath warm on my mouth. I want him so badly ... I would do anything, anything in the world for just a taste of those forbidden lips.

"It is," I breathe raggedly, and he smiles down at me, positioning himself over my body until I freeze in anticipation, more than ready for his touch.

"Please," I ask softly.

"Please what?" he wants to know.

"Touch me," I beg. "Kiss me. Show me ..."

He looks for confirmation in my eyes and I know it's there, along with the need I feel for him - and have felt for several years, burning brighter since the moment he walked back into the house.

He lowers his lips against mine, his kiss soft at first, but I'm too impatient. I bring him down on me, crushing our bodies together with desperate need.

And I know tonight I'm more ready than ever ... Ready to become his completely.

His tongue explores my mouth and I moan softly against his mouth, feeling his hardness pressing against my thigh. Slowly, I strip him of his shirt and work on his jeans until he's only left in boxers. My dress takes more work and I giggle as he struggles to get it off, messing up my hair in the process. But it's all worth it for the look I get when I'm in front of him in nothing but a lacy pink thong.

"Fuck," he groans under his breath, pulling me into his lap.

I straddle him and lower my lips to his while his hands roam over my sensitive skin, coming to rest on my full breasts, pinching the nipples until I yelp as the sharp sensation takes over.

I'm too caught up in our kiss, but then I run my hands over his arms and open my eyes for only a moment. I look at him, so beautiful, so damaged to an unknowing eye.

And I finally see Hunter Parker for who he is.

Ever since he got tatted, I've wanted to ask him why he did it. Why he chose to cover his beautiful, muscular, strong body with black and white images that mean nothing to me.

But sitting there in the moonlight, his eyes mirroring mine, I see it all ...

I see the pain of losing his father, the yearning to find someone who would love him. The consequences of being separated from his mother, of my Daddy not being supportive.

I see that his scars are in his ink.

Every image, a cry for help. Every word, a way to hurt himself, to punish his body for things he had no control over. It's his self-inflicted pain, but today, he bears the signs with pride.

My eyes fill with tears, but I'm not sad. I'm
proud
of Hunter.

Stepbrother.

Son.

Student.

Lover ...

He sees my expression and I can see the worry in his eyes, but I smile through my tears, desperate to show this man love like no one else has before. I'll be the one to make it all better, and it starts right now.

"Okay?" he asks me softly, his voice rough with the feelings he's trying to hide.

"Okay," I reply with a slow nod, lowering my face to his as he kisses my tears away.

And then, I let him have me - all of me. Body, mind and soul ...

From this moment on, I belong to Hunter Parker.

I slowly strip Candy of her thong, and my boxers follow, my eyes glue to hers for the whole time. I can't believe this is happening, and for once in my life, I don't feel like the fuck-up everyone's making me up to be. Right here, with her in my arms, I feel ... complete.

I lower her gently on the mattress and her eyes mirror mine. Fear, anticipation and pure lust. This is my last moment to stop what's happening, though even as I think about it, I know it's been too late since the moment I stepped back into this house.

I lower my mouth against Candy's ear, kissing her ear lobe softly as she moans in expectation below me. "Are you sure?" I ask, my voice hoarse, needing her answer more desperately than ever.

And if she were unsure, if she so much as gave any indication of not wanting to do this, I would stop immediately. But sweet little Candy does nothing of the sort - she nods vigorously and pulls me down against her body.

I groan as our bodies connect and I can feel the wetness between her legs on the tip of my cock brushing against his.

"Please," she begs, and that small word might just be my undoing.

I take my cock in my hands and place it at her entrance as she writhes under my body, desperate for me to push inside. I realize this is actually happening, and I reach for my pants, where I have my wallet with condoms.

She stops me halfway and I look into her eyes, confused. "Don't," she asks softly. "I want to feel you ... All of you. I'm on the pill."

I'm conflicted, but those big, gorgeous eyes could make me do anything. And now I can't hold back any longer, so I look right into her eyes when I slowly plunge inside her wetness.

Candace gasps when I enter her, her mouth making the perfect surprised o-shape. She trembles under my touch and I try as hard as I can to be gentle, pushing inside her as softly as I can, even though it's getting harder and harder to hold back.

My little doll is perfect, from her toes to her head. And her pussy ... fuck me, that's another thing altogether. She envelops me, tightening her walls for me like we were made for each other. I feel my piercing grazing her insides and it turns me so much I have to stop myself from pumping harder.

"Does it hurt?" I whisper softly in her ear, and Candy shakes her head. "Do you want more?" I offer with a groan, needing her to answer with a yes.

And she nods, so I stop holding back. Sweet Candy moans and groans as I start pumping deeper inside of her, finally pushing my whole length inside her. "There we go," I groan into her ear. "All in ... you like how that feels?"

"Yes," she gasps. "I love it ..."

Her hands find my back and her nails slide across my skin as I quicken my pace. I'm still looking into her eyes, mesmerized by their beauty, the innocence I now know will be there even after we've done this.

She's sweet and pure and beautiful.

She's all that is good in the world, and I'm darkness, closing in ...

But together, it makes perfect sense.

I can tell by her little whimpers I'm starting to hurt her, so I gently kiss her pouty lips, pulling on her bottom lip with my teeth. "Want me to come?" I ask her hoarsely and she nods so vigorously it makes me smile widely.

"Well, get ready then, sweet Candy ..."

I pump faster, making sure to rub her skin with my piercing, pulling my cock out all the way just so I can slap her pussy with it. She gasps, her eyes staring into mine intently - a silent plea to fill her up.

I finally plunge deep inside her and I feel myself coming undone. "Here you go, baby," I moan in her hair, enveloped in her thick, delicious scent. "Here we go ..."

Only one more push and I groan as I feel myself coming, releasing my hot come inside her. She gasps and says my name, over and over and over again, like it's all that is keeping her grounded.

I can't make myself roll off her, I need her as close as possible. My cock is still throbbing inside her and I can feel the remnants of my orgasm pulling at my body.

I kiss Candy. She tastes sweet and perfect ... And I know I'll never be able to love any other lips than these right here.

Love ... What a strange thing it is.

I pull her into my arms, cradling her like she's a porcelain doll, and she curls up in my embrace.

"Did you like it?" I ask hesitantly, well aware of the fact that first time aren't usually very good.

But as soon as she looks at me with those perfect round eyes and I see her mischievous, dreamy grin, I know she loved it ...

"I loved it ..." she whispers, cuddling closer.

We start drifting off to sleep, and my eyes are just starting to close so I can't be sure if I hear right. But I think Candy might have just whispered something in my ear right before I succumbed to my dreams.

"And I love you ..." she tells me her secret.