Reunited Steps (Billionaire Taboo Steamy Romance) (2 page)

"I hope you don't mind Sam here coming to get you," he says, motioning towards the large bodyguard I had followed.  Jason's voice is deep and soothing, even though he's talking loudly over the pounding music of the club.  "I would have come myself but it's just easier in a crowd to have Sam take care of things."

"I understand," I say, nodding.  Actually, I don't.  Why is he acting like he doesn't even know me?

He glances up at the speaker that is near to us and then fixes his gaze back on me.  "Would you mind moving someplace quieter to talk?" he asks.

"There's just the champagne room," I answer. 

He nods.  "Lead on."

I turn on my heel and make my way to the big golden door that leads into the private area of the club, ignoring the glares of most of the dancers in the room.  If they only knew the truth of what was going on.  Then again, I'm not even sure if I know it was myself. 

I open the door to the room and Sam enters first while the other bodyguard motions for us to wait.  I'm not sure what he does in there, but a few minutes later he comes out, followed a parade of strippers and customers.  Once everyone has cleared out, Sam nods and escorts us in to the now empty room. 

It is dimly lit, as usual, with soft music playing.  The noise from the outside is completely shut out once the door is closed.  Each wall is lined with couches and small dividers are placed at intervals to provide privacy.  Technically, all sexual contact is forbidden at the club but what happens behind the dividers is between the girl and the customer.   Everyone has their own limits and our own bouncers are usually around to enforce them.

"How did you get everyone to leave?" I ask. 

Sam says nothing but Jason answers.

"When the boss tells you to leave, you leave.  Speaking of which..." he looks at his bodyguard and they leave without another word, leaving us alone. 

"Wait, what do you mean Boss?"

Jason smiles, flashing his perfect teeth.  "I own this place.  Bought it a few years ago to diversify my holdings, but I usually keep my distance.  I let a manager handle the day to day but Sam does a lot of the hiring of security.  Most of your bouncers assume he is the owner."

My brother owns this shithole now?  That makes him my boss, too.  He read the look in my eyes perfectly.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to fire you, Cindy."

So he does recognize me.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Jason?" I ask, suddenly bold now that we're alone.

"Getting to know my employees," he replies as he takes a seat on one of the couches. 

"Bullshit," I spit, still standing.  "How did you know I was here?"

He laughs and pats the seat next to him.  I hesitantly walk over and sit, but not quite as close as he indicated.  I'm still glaring at him, waiting for an answer.

"I honestly didn't," he says, leaning back and running his fingers through his short black hair.  "Seriously.  It's like I said, I bought this business, among others, to diversify my holdings.  It wasn't until I was going through the list of employees that your name jumped out at me.  I wasn't sure if it was just someone with the same name, so I had to come here to find out for sure."

"Well, now you know.  Your little step sister is a stripper.  I bet you can't wait to run home and tell your dad."  I'm looking at the floor now, more embarrassed than I should be.  I'm fine with what I do for a living.  Or at least, I was until Jason showed up. 

He lowers his hand and reached out to place it gently on my knee, giving it a little squeeze.  My skin tingles where he touches me for some reason.  "No," he says gently.  "That's not why I'm here.  I wouldn't do that.  I really was just curious."

I sigh heavily, believing the sincerity I hear in his voice.  At least there's some of the old Jason left in him.  "Well, look where that got you.  You just ended up with an eye full of your sister's booty.  Bet you weren't expecting that."

He shifts positions, now it's his turn to look at the floor. 

"Wait a second, were you hoping to see me naked?  Was that your intention?"

Instead of looking at me directly, I feel his hand slide a bit higher up my leg. 

I put my hand own hand on his, stopping his ascent.  "What are you doing, Jason?  You're my brother?"

"Step brother," he corrects.

True.  But still...

"I've thought about you a lot since you've left," he says.  I hated my dad for a long time for driving you away.  I looked for you for a while, almost became obsessed with trying to find you, but then he moved us to New York and that became much harder.  I think he did that just to stop me from finding you. 

"You... you looked for me?" I ask.  I didn't think anyone in my family even noticed I left, much less wanted to find me.  "Why?"

He shrugs as he looks in my eyes.  "You were always beautiful, Cindy.  I hated that we were related."  I feel his hand squeeze my leg where his hand is trapped as he smiles again.

I can't believe what I'm hearing.  My brother had a crush on me, is that really what he's saying?  To be honest, I had thought about him like that growing up as well a number of times, but I was young and didn't know what to do with those feelings.  But now... I'm actually kind of enjoying his hand on my leg, it's warmth is radiating through me.  I move my own hand along his and up his wrist until it came into contact with his very expensive looking watch.  My fingers lightly trace over his watch and up his arm, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt.  He obviously keeps in very good shape.

Jason takes the fact that I removed my hand from his as license to inch it a bit further along, reaching the hem of my skirt.  "I know that you've been working hard to pay your tuition to vet school," he says.

I freeze at the mention of school.  How did he know that?  "What the fuck?"  I snap at him.  

He raises his free hand in an effort to calm me down.  "Please, I'm sorry.  I just... when I was checking into whether it was you or not, I had some of my guys look into some of your records and they saw that you were enrolled.  I know how much you're paid here, even with tips or dances, there's no way paying for that and rent is easy."

I relax a bit, but I'm still wary about what he is getting at, exactly.

"It's only that... I can help you," he says.

"Help me?  What do you mean."

He leans forward a little bit, his lips inches from mine as he speaks.  "With money.  I want to help you, Cindy.  Whether you want to stay here or not, that's your business.  But let me help you with school at least.  I know that's always been your dream."  His breath smells of mints and I can feel the hotness of it on my lips.  His hand has slid underneath my skirt now and is inches from my panties.  He can probably feel the heat radiating out from under them, his touch turning me on more than I want to admit. 

But I'm confused.  Is he offering to pay for my school full stop, or only if I let his hand continue on its journey to the hot and wet center of my body?  He continues to look at me, his eyes feel like they are drinking in my soul.  His hand remains where it stopped, hovering inches from my panty covered pussy. 

"That would be... great," I say, almost whispering.  I want to ask whether there are strings attached, but I'm not even sure I want to know.  If he says yes, I'll be tempted to tell him to fuck off and leave.  But I don't want him to leave.  I want him to stay.  I want his hand to continue.

His lips move closer to mine, less than an inch apart now.  "There's something I'd like you to do for me."

I'm spell bound by his eyes, held captive by the scent of his breath and the hand between my legs.  He wants me to do something for him, but he didn't say that it was in return for his offer. 

"Anything," I say.  "Whatever you want."  I lean forward to bridge the gap between us and touch my mouth to his.  There is an immediate spark that I feel shoot through me, but it is brief as he sits back and studies me before saying anything more.  His gaze travels down my face and along my body, giving me a long slow once over.  His eyes finally return to mine and he raises an eyebrow suggestively.  "Be careful with the words you choose," he says.  "Anything is a very broad term."

"I know what I said," I reply.  My pussy is already wet with anticipation.  I had thought about him as well, and now that I know he wants me, to hell with the taboo of him being my step brother.  I just want him to fuck me.  Hard.

He again just looks at me without saying anything for what feels like minutes, his eyes still drilling into me, almost as if they were trying to push through and see my limits.  Growing up Jason always seemed like such a straight laced guy, but my mind flashes back to some of the stuff I found on his computer.  There is obviously a darker side to him.   He finally nods at me.

"Here's how it's going to work," he says.  "You will do everything I ask without question or hesitation.  If you do that, both of us will leave here satisfied.  Understand?"

I'm still not clear if what he means is that if I make him happy, then he'll pay for my school, or if I make him cum he'll return the favor.  Right now I'm hoping it's the latter, because I don't even care about school at the moment.  Something about Jason's authoritative tone is making me very wet, and all I want to do is wrap my legs around his face and have him lick me until I scream. My pussy yearns to feel his touch, so I just nod at him until I see him smile. 

My billionaire brother immediately stands and reaches out to take hold of my hand, pulling me to my feet as well.  He walks slowly around in a circle, his eyes drinking in each curve of my body.  I'm starting to believe what he's said about thinking about me all these years.  It's in his eyes and the way he's drinking me in. 

His hand reaches up slowly and touches my face, running warm fingers down my skin and to my neck, sending shivers up my spine.  His hand continues to descend, wherever we make contact he leaves behind a trail of goose bumps.  He finally reaches my breasts and traces along the tops of them, above the bra.  First on my right and then over to my left.  His fingers slip down under the top of the lace and I can feel the backs of them barely graze against my nipple, causing me to inhale sharply, hoping he'll continue.  This is it.  My step brother is touching my tits.  If I don't stop him now, there's no going back from this. 

There's no way I'm stopping him.

His thumb and fingers close on the fabric around my breast and then suddenly he gives a yank, tearing the material from my chest.  I let out a huge gasp and he immediately grabs my nipple hard, giving it a squeeze and sending a bizarre mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through my body.  I cry out, more in surprise than pain, but he only grabs the other one with his free hand and does the same thing.

I stand in shock as my brother pulls hard on my nipples, staring down at my tits as he does.  When he finally stops, he bends forward and takes one of them in his mouth, sucking gently as if to sooth away the pain he had just inflicted.  The other hand grabs my free breast and squeezes, this time not as hard and grasping the entire thing instead of just the tip.

I reach up and run my hands along his back, surprised again at how muscular he feels under his shirt.  I don't remember him being so well built.  He must have been spending a lot of time in the gym since I last saw him. 

Jason suddenly straightens and snaps at me.  "Did I say you could touch me?" he asks.  My eyes go wide and I give a little shake of my head. 

He gives me a hard look and then reaches up and quickly undoes his tie, pulling it off.  He grabs both my wrists and wraps the tie around them, binding them together as he pulls me roughly forward with the free end toward the far side of the room.   He drags me to a brass pole that is fastened to both the floor and ceiling that the girls used for private dances. 

Jason fastens me to it, tying me so tightly to the pole that I can't even stand up straight.  When he finally lets me go, I give a little experimental tug and find I can't move away at all.