PERSONAL: A Stepbrother Sports Romance (19 page)

Bradley felt like my unknown forbidden land and our former family dynamic felt like the barbed wire fence that you didn’t dare touch or it would be very bad news.

I had seen so much of him and his godlike looks and tight chiseled body plastered in the media and in all those trashy magazines. All those years in Teen Beat, and Seventeen, my girlfriends and I would rummage through with giddy smiles and shameless lust during our sleepovers, practically salivating over his good looks as we’d cut out our favorite paparazzi photos to hang in our rooms and on our walls. That Colgate smile, those exotic eyes that could singe a hole through the glossy paper; he was such a beautiful boy who had now blossomed into a man.

A man waiting for me. Right now.

Then there were all those years when we lived together and he would walk the halls shirtless. I’d have to quickly look to the ground or at my phone so I wouldn’t give away the oh-my-gosh-you’re-gorgeous-I’ve-wanted-you-forever-look in my eyes.

A hot young guy who’d turned into a sizzling grown man, who has been voted “best body” by
People
magazine. A man who just showed me his huge cock, whose hands just cupped my ass as his beautiful face made me see unknown galaxies between my legs and in my mind from off-the-charts pleasure. My heart was about to burst!

A man who had confessed to me I was the girl he couldn’t have.

All those torturous years he crept into my dreams when I tried with every fiber in my being to ignore them. It was all gone now.

And I was free.

Free!

And now the only thing separating us right now was this damn door, a luxurious craft that now kept my weak legs from wrapping around him so tight and my fingers from running through his hair. My kiss from his juicy pout that never wanted to let go.

I could feel my passion and need between my legs. Every part of me wanted this. Every cell. I was shaking with desire.

These pulses raced up to my ears and shot down like lightning to my nakedness, my inner core. It was very well aware of the absence of his touch, still incredibly tender and turned on, I could barely make it to his room without feeling tingles all over of the pleasure that he left across every ounce of me down there.

Still wobbly from that mind-blowing, earth-shattering, life-changing orgasm, I still panted.

I panted from pleasure.

I panted from the shock of it all.

I panted from adrenaline.

I panted from the forbidden action.

The sun would be rising soon. It was the edge of night that crept into dawn. What would be revealed when the first ray of light peeked into this room?

I bit my tongue and smiled, full of joy and bliss. I shook my head, still drunk with lust and surprise at the whole thing.

I took a deep breath and turned the handle. The door responded with a just a small creak I hoped no one heard. Dozens of scenes flashed through my brain, foretelling what could be in just a moment more.

Just an inch now was open as I caught a glimpse of the giant bed that rested against the same wall as the door.

That gigantic sleigh bed with grand mahogany wood etched with gold that belonged in a French castle, would he take me there?

I bit my trembling lip again. The liquid courage still surged through my veins from the champagne, allowing me to power through my thoughts and to open the damn door. All the way.

It was the sound first that caused my pussy to clench in desire, the free falling sound of water from the shower.

And then it was the sight that caused me to shut the door behind me fast, all in one movement, as I dropped the robe, letting it coil at my ankles like a snake.

My eyes didn’t leave his naked body that stood like a king full of authority and power in the steamed shower.

I locked the door behind me with my free hand never losing my eye contact with him.

Bradley Rainshaw— sex on legs— stood feet away in the shower with soapy bubbles kissing his hard body. Lucky bubbles. God, to be one of those small bubbles able to soak in his entire being,traveling down every inch of his body.

That’s what I planned to do with my tongue.

Right now.

He ran his hands through his hair and turned my way and smiled.

God, that smile.

Those eyes!

That body.

That cock.

That thick, long, hardened cock had every inch of it covered with my name: Kate, take me. Now.

Bradley

I couldn’t get the sound of her pleasure out of my mind. The moans, the way she had let go and really trusted her body with me. Out in the open when anyone could see us, if they really wanted to, out in the cold, next to the wild waves and quickly falling snow, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

And now things were about to get hotter.

My cock throbbed so hard it ached. I had never been so hard for anyone like this.

Well, sans that video.

Of her.

I ran my fingers through my hair, bubbling anticipation raging through my body. I felt like a wild animal that needed to be tamed. The only hope would be finding my release inside of her tight pussy.

I wanted to take her slowly, make her quiver at my every touch, revel in the feel of every slow thrust, hearing her moan and beg for me to thrust her fast, take her deeper. To tease her with possibility.

But my passion and desire boiled to the danger zone. My skin was on fire for her.

I wanted to ravish her.

I
would
ravish her.

I hoped she would be forgiving of our first time like this. I hope she could understand that a tidal wave of passion greater than any tsunami was rising in me, so strong. I was about to unleash on her like a Tasmanian devil. I was consumed with damn desire. I was possessed. I was gone.

Sorry!

I’d be an angel in the morning, I promise.

My hands rested against the tile as I tried to calm myself down and talk myself out of the “ravaging her” part, but the steam added to my boiling point.

The door slammed. It lifted my hazy, lust-filled, drunken eyes past my open bathroom door straight to her.

There she stood.

She entered my room like every man’s fantasy, with a look of determination. The look of sex. The look I’d been dreaming of for over a decade.

And good Lord her robe dropped at her ankles.

She was like a beautiful statue. Her natural full breasts hung and I wanted to suck her nipples and let my hand trail down to her sweet pussy. Those curves. Her long tumbling hair. She walked toward me and I was transported to another place.

I couldn’t think.

I couldn’t compute.

I was gone.

My animal had taken over.

Kate

My heart pounded as my free hands roamed his hard body. There was so much of him I want to touch. So much I wanted to explore. But my first goal was to make him feel as good as he made me feel outside. I wrapped my hands around his shaft, ready to take him in. I kissed him long and hard before his hands were on my shoulders as if he had to tell me something.

“Kate, this means more to me than a heated shower scene. I love you, Kate. Always have.”

His hands gently caressed the back of my neck while his thumb trailed along my lower lip. The warm steam rose all around us, a cocoon of confession, a blanket of love.

His free hand slid down my naked body, resting on my hip before protectively and passionately cupping my ass. I loved feeling like I was his. It was a gesture that felt like a territorial claim, and a delicious one at that. I let my breasts press into his bare skin.

His eyes searched mine and all I could do was run my fingers through his hair, sweeping it back to have a full view into those eyes of his. He opened his mouth to speak and I followed down to his lips while my nipples hardened against the heat. The shower poured over me and I felt like I was in a scene straight out of a movie. Hell, this whole night had felt like that!

“Tell me I’m not crazy. That I’m not the only one who has these feelings?” He rested his forehead against mine. I let myself lean into him, to rest against him, signifying I trusted him.

I nodded as all these scenes flashed through my memory indicating that no, he wasn’t the only one with these feelings. Scenes of all those moments where I wanted him and longed for him rang loudly in my memory. All the quiet breakfasts where I wouldn’t speak but only stare at him, all the walks down this very hallway where I’d pass his bedroom before mine at night, wondering what he was doing.

And then the night we went to that play together, where I felt like he felt something more between us, too. But I got snapped out of that pleasant daydream, romantic, lovey-dovey, cozy moment real fast.

Real fucking fast.

“Because I want to be inside you. In you. Down there, but also…” He trailed his finger up from my waist and to the center of my chest between my breasts and he lightly made circles right above my solar plexus.

“In here. Your heart.”

“Do you really mean that, Bradley? Or is that what you say to all the girls.” It was all I could stammer in my honest, genuine search to know the Bradley Rainshaw I guess I never knew. Was he really this direct and chivalrous, making his intention known like a true gentleman of old times past? I thought he just wanted a fling, a “make me feel better after my father passed” type thing. But I looked down at his swollen ankle at another reminder of his commitment. Why would a guy who wanted just a fling break into a library to retrieve books in the middle of the night, heck, during a snowstorm?

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me. And yes, I really mean that. You’re not just another girl to me.” His fingers locked into mine and he kissed me deeply. “If you’ll allow me to show you that, that I’m more than what you think I am.”

“I think you are.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I couldn’t believe my soul, my mind, and my lucky heart! This confession was what girls dream of!

“I—”

“Mr. Rainshaw?” A voice echoed off the marbled walls, disrupting our hazy confessions, sobering me up very quickly.

Shit. It was Mr. Fox in the overhead speaker. It was just his voice, but his very vocals left me feeling suddenly caught and watched as if he were standing there in that very room. I covered my breasts protectively.

He sighed and bit his lip feeling, just as frustrated as me.

“Fuck.”

“Uh, Mr. Rainshaw?” the voice called out again. My heartbeat doubled and my hand naturally covered his chest and I leaned into him as if he could shelter me from being seen.

“I’m sorry to bother you. But Mrs. Rainshaw is worried for her daughter. She thinks she’s missing. She’s looking for her since her door is open and she’s not anywhere to be found. I just…thought you should know she may be up to ask you any minute.”

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Wow, my dear. I didn’t know you had such a potty mouth.”

I nodded as if nodding was a game in the Olympics and I wanted to win a medal, all in absolute terror that A. not only may my mom figure things out, things that I haven’t even figured out yet but B. does Mr. Fox know about what happened in the hot tub or maybe what’s happening now in the shower?

“I do. Shit. What if my mom catches us?”

His entire face lit up as if this adrenaline thrilled him. But of course it did. Of course! In high school, he was always in trouble doing crazy things.

“You like this, don’t you?”

His pouty mouth took a dive for my breast, sucking hard, so hard I cried out. “Shit!” I hissed. Worried that someone out there would hear us echoing through the pristine high ceilings of the mansion. His finger swirled at my swollen, ready clit.

My hands clawed at his strong shoulders, urging him to let me go even though I didn’t want that. At all. “I have to go!”

“I know you do,” he acknowledged between another suck so hard, oh dear God, I swear I almost just came. I was so horny and hot for him.

“Then go. Hurry.” He swirled faster at my clit and I was putty in his arms as I leaned into him, unable to move as his lips crashed into mine once more. He kissed me deeply and passionately with so much emotion, so much desire, so much lust.

He finally pulled away. “Something to remember while you sleep: I want to be in you. And I will be. Now go.” He pulled away with the largest smirk on his face. His eyes twinkled like Santa’s as he winked and his smile was as bright and selling as a televangelist pastor.

My palms rested against the glass as if bracing for dear life or readying for a free fall out of a sky dive. I was panting. I was hot with need to finish this between us. I looked down at his erection, knowing he wanted that, too.

He grabbed my wrist just as I was about to exit the shower. “Oh, I’m not letting you go so easily this time, Kate. There will be plenty of your naughty heart and dirty mind to dream about. There’s plenty more that awaits.”

He was so dirty. And I loved it. I bit my lip and smiled as he lightly slapped my ass. “Ow!” His kind-hearted laughter filled my heart, expanding the walls of its season of winter. He was budding me into spring. He was welcoming me into summer.

Whatever this morning was, hell, it was just what the doctor ordered.

With a luxury towel that felt soft as a rabbit wrapped around my body, I held my breath and stole a glance at the Greek god leaning by the open posts of the shower. Naked. Hard. Muscles. Smile. Eyes. Hair. Check, you’re a dream. The torture of being pulled away from his cock when he was so close to being in me was about to drive me mad.

I had a lot to dream about as I smiled back at him and rushed out of his room with the skill of a cat. I was back in my room and rushed under the covers with my towel still wrapped around me. It wasn’t two minutes later when I heard, “Kate…Kate. I was just in here thirty minutes ago and I couldn’t find you. What…I mean, where were you?”

“Huh?” I laid on the acting skills like a pro, keeping my eyes closed as if I were knocked out. “Sorry mom. The paper has me all riled up and, you know, the Adderall. I had to swim it off. Didn’t you see me swimming laps?”

“Are you insane? In this weather?”

“Heated.”

“I know, but still…the conditions are not favorable. I.…” I opened my eyes just a bit to get a good look at her, my slits barely open. Heck, I didn’t realize how exhausted I really was.

Her hair was perfectly styled from the day before. I really hoped she managed to get some sleep in.

“Would you look at you, poor thing? You’re exhausted. I don’t know why you put yourself through so much stress for a piece of paper.”

I really did not have the energy to discuss my drive for intellectual studies to her at this wee hour of the morning and with little sleep. Maybe later.

“Well, as you know most of the roads are closed. But I managed to have the driver have me back in the city at a very slow drive for my mourning. It’s too much to be here and too cold right now.”

“I’m sorry, mom…” I said weakly. “I really am.”

“Well, I just wanted you to know. In case, well….” I then saw the red behind my closed eyelids. The heaviness finally won over. I could have sworn she was about to ask me to join her but fatigue had set in so hard I was already in dreamland. With Bradley. There was no going back from this place.