Score - A Stepbrother Romance (30 page)

I
was having
the most wonderful dream again, only this time, as my eyes crept open, I realized it was no dream. Drew was under the blankets and between my legs, nipping at the delicate skin of my inner thighs, and I moaned and giggled, pushing down on his head as I looked at the clock on my bedside table. It was only five in the morning.

“Drew! I’m trying to sleep!”

He came up for air with a wolfish grin on his face. “I haven’t been able to do this in a week with all the shit that happened with Crazy McBitchface. I need to catch up. We don’t need to sleep.”

I’m sure you can guess who Crazy McBitchface was. Since she’d been caught out in her lies, Vanessa had vanished from our lives at the speed of light without so much as an apology text. Thank God for that. I actually couldn’t believe how utterly stupid her fake pregnancy plan had been. There was no way she would have gotten away with it for long. Ri-fucking-diculous, as Drew had taken to calling the whole debacle.

A slow sizzle spread through my fingers as I reached down and stroked the hard muscles of Drew’s arms, and he went back down under the blankets. I couldn’t help but squirm as his hot lips returned to my inner thighs, and I lay back and clutched the sheets on either side of me in my fists as his tongue moved closer and closer to where I wanted it most. I moaned and gasped as he began to circle my most sensitive part, and when he slid a finger inside my slick pussy a moment later, my eyes flew open in amazement. This felt so good, even better than every other time. Knowing how close I’d come to losing him just made it that much sweeter to have him back.

My hips lifted as I tried to grind myself against his hand and mouth, and he moved his body up and lowered his face to my breasts as his hand continued to work away between my legs. Taking a nipple in his mouth and nibbling and sucking it, he made me whimper in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and I didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Oh god…” I murmured. “I missed this.”

“So did I,” he said, raising his head up to look at me.

“Fuck me,” I demanded. “Now.”

As he moved further up the bed and stared down at me, I saw a gleam in his eyes that told me he wanted to do exactly that, and only a second later he pulled his hand away and reached for his boxers instead. His cock had popped out the hole in the front of them, and he grinned, that same gleam still in his eyes as I stared down at it. His hand found my pussy again and gathered some of the moisture there, and he leaned down and murmured in my ear.

“You’re so wet, babe. Fuck, you’re so hot.”

I felt like I would go crazy if I didn’t have him inside me straight away. He lined the head of his cock up against the slick lips of my pussy, and a second later he was inside me, making me squeeze my eyes shut as I gasped with pleasure. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes again a second later, and he drove his hips forward, never taking his eyes off me as he fed his shaft into me, inch by inch.

He paused, keeping himself all the way inside me as my body strained to get used to his girth after so long without it, and when I began to move my hips a moment later, he took it as a sign to start really screwing me. God, it felt amazing. He was so thick and hard, and I was unbelievably wet and getting even wetter by the second as he stretched me to my limits. I rolled my hips as I gasped, savoring the complete and utter fullness I felt as he thrust in and out of me, and Drew groaned above me before leaning down and kissing my breasts again. Each time he withdrew and then shoved his way back in, his groin rubbed against my clit, and I cried out and lifted my body to meet his thrusts, our bodies slamming together in a frenetic haze.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and it all felt so good that my mouth seemed to be permanently open in a soundless gasp. Looking down a second later, I watched over my stomach as his cock slid in and out of me, and each time I saw it go back into me, I felt like I would explode with happiness. A wonderful pressure was building in my core, making little bolts of electricity shoot through me, and finally a climax hit me as I moved my hips more and more, trying to get him even deeper inside me.

I cried out as I came, and Drew picked up the pace as my muscles clenched around him. It suddenly occurred to me that we weren’t using a condom, but in the heat of the moment I didn’t care all that much. I’d gone on the pill a while ago to stop my irregular periods, and I knew Drew was clean. We’d had a conversation about it a week or so ago, and seeing as I’d never been with any other guys, I knew I was clean.

He fucked me faster and faster, and beads of sweat popped up all over his forehead as he let out a low groan.

“Fuck…you’re going to make me cum already,” he said as he thrust all the way into me in one hard movement.

“Oh…. oh, yes!” I cried, my slick tightness still twitching around his shaft as he slammed into me like an animal in heat.

I was coming again when his thrusts got even faster and his breath grew erratic. With a deep, throaty grunt, he pushed forward one last time, and I felt him fill me with a wet heat, pulsing inside me. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt, and after one last pulse, he stopped moving completely.

“Oh, shit,” he said, finally rolling onto his back. “That was amazing.”

I grabbed some tissues from my bedside table, wiped myself off and then snuggled into his arms, my entire body still racked with bliss. “I guess I’d rate you a three out of ten,” I said in a teasing tone.

He chuckled. “Is that all?”

“Maybe a four if you were better looking.”

“Oh, I see how it is,” he said. “That’s it. You’re asking for it.”

He sat up, picked up a pillow and brandished it like a weapon.

“Pillow fight time!”

Back when we were kids, we’d had pillow fights all the time, but it had all been totally innocent.

This was so much better…

W
e showered
and dressed when we were done being silly, making sure we were careful to avoid anyone seeing us sneaking around together. We were about to head down to breakfast together when a piercing scream shattered the quiet reverie of the morning.

“Shit. That’s your Mom,” Drew said, his eyes widening as he made a dash for the stairs.

Tony arrived in the kitchen at the same time as us, briefcase in hand. He’d obviously been halfway out the door when he heard the scream.

“Darling? What’s wrong?”

My Mom stood by the marble island counter in the kitchen, her face white with terror. She was pointing at a piece of paper next to her bowl of cereal, and my forehead wrinkled with concern. Crap. Another letter from my psychopathic Dad. He must have finally figured out that we were in Medina.

“I…I went to have some breakfast and found this on the counter,” she said, showing the letter to Tony. “And there’s broken glass in my cereal. I have no idea how it got there. God, he must have somehow got in here…”

Her voice trailed off, and I went over to her and put my arm around her. Tony’s face clouded over as he read it, and he abruptly put it down before grabbing the entire bowl and throwing it in the trash.

“I’ll speak with every staff member who’s been in and out of here within the last two days,” he said. “Especially those damned security guards. I caught one of them playing games on his cell phone the other day when he was meant to be watching the camera feeds. We’ll get to the bottom of this.”

“What does the letter say?” I asked.

He handed it to me, and Drew and I read it together. This one was longer than the last few had been, and my skin prickled with goose bumps as I realized just how close my father had been. Close enough to tamper with our food.

Marie, my dear wife.

You have something I need. I put up with you for long enough, and I think I am entitled to it. You know what it is I want. I’ve been keeping an eye on things, and I see that land of yours is worth a pretty penny now. Sell it. Send me the money. I’ve included instructions on how to deposit the money into my Sparbuch. Don’t call the police. You’ve seen how close I can get, and you don’t want to make me angry by involving the authorities like you did last time. Give me what I want and this ends. You have one week. By the way…enjoy your breakfast. Frosted flakes were always your favorite.

“He wants my land,” Mom said. Her face was still white.

“Well, the bastard’s not getting it,” Tony said, his face like thunder.

“What’s a Sparbuch?” I asked. For some reason, I didn’t even feel scared. I just felt numb.

“I’ve heard of it before,” Drew said. “It’s an anonymous Austrian bank account. It’s basically untraceable to any one person.”

“That’s right,” Tony said.

“I don’t get it. How does it work?” I said.

“When you open the account, you don’t have to give a name or anything. So it’s impossible to establish who opened the account or who owns it, since no record is ever created except the Sparbuch itself along with its number in their computer system. No identification has to be shown at any time.”

“Oh.”

“Yes,”” Tony continued, taking over from Drew. “You can mail them and request money to be taken out, which is probably how he’s getting his hands on it, and deposits can either be made by hand, or checks can be mailed to the bank with a note to credit the Sparbuch. You just give them the account number along with the mailed check. That’s what your father is asking us to do.”

“And even if you called the bank, they wouldn’t be able to tell you who owns the account?”

“Nope, they wouldn’t,” Drew said. “Wait…if the person is foreign to Austria, like from here for instance, they might be asked to produce a passport to open an account with them, right Dad?

“Yes,” Tony said. “But that can be circumvented easily. He could’ve paid an Austrian citizen to open the account for him. And we have no way of tracing that either.”

“Shit.”

I glanced at the note again, rereading the instructions on how to transfer the sum he had asked for into the untraceable overseas bank account, and I couldn’t believe that in this day and age, people could still get away with stuff like this.

“Look, don’t even worry about all that. We’re not selling your land and giving him the proceeds. We’re getting the police back over here right now,” Tony said firmly. “There must be some way they can figure this out.”

“No,” Mom said quietly, suddenly looking tired. “You saw what it said about how close he can get, even with all the security. And we know he isn’t making that up.”

She gestured towards the trash can that contained the glass that had been in her food before continuing. “I don’t want to spend the rest of my life running from him. I don’t want that for Sophie either. He obviously wants the money from that land, and he won’t stop until he has it.”

“Then let me pay him whatever it’s worth,” Tony said, his eyes flashing with concern. “You shouldn’t have to give up your property just to appease that bastard. You do good things with it. The summer camp is invaluable to some of those children.”

“No. It’s wonderful of you to offer, but it’s not your problem,” Mom said.

“Yes it is. Your problems are my problems. You knew that when we got married. The land is worth about a million and a half…I don’t mean to sound arrogant, but that’s nothing to me.”

She shook her head. “I can’t make you pay him that much money, no matter how much you have. It’s not fair, and it’s not what you signed up for. I’ll sell the land, and he can have the money. Then hopefully he’ll crawl back into whatever hole he’s been hiding in all these years and stay there.”

Tony shook his head slowly, but if he knew her even half as well as I did, then he would know that she wouldn’t back down. She was too proud. She’d never accept that much money from him in a million years.

“I suppose you don’t really need the money,” he finally said. “After all, you’re married to me.”

“Don’t be silly,” she said, giving him a half-smile as he squeezed her hand. “Would you be able to help take care of the sale?”

“Of course, darling,” he said, although I could tell from the stress lines on his forehead that he still wasn’t too keen on letting my Dad win. “Don’t worry about a thing. From what you’ve told me, there are plenty of development companies interested in buying it from you. I’ll have my lawyers draw up the papers as soon as possible. You can go over them and sign them, we’ll mail the check to the Sparbuch as soon as the money comes through, and then it’ll all be over. Piece of cake.”

We all knew it wasn’t going to be
that
easy, but Tony was obviously trying to make things as easy as possible for her.

She gave him a watery smile. “I could go for a real piece of cake at the moment.”

“Stress eating is never a good idea, but I think we can let it slide on an occasion like this,” Tony replied, trying to make light of the awful situation before summoning the housekeeper to fetch something sweet for my Mom.

She returned a moment later with a piece of carrot cake, my Mom’s favorite, and Tony put one arm around her and used the other arm to hold the delicate china plate in front of her. It was touching to see how in love they were and how much they cared about each other, and I couldn’t wait until my Dad was out of the picture again, once and for all.
Then my life could finally go back to being completely normal...aside from the fact that I was screwing my stepbrother.

I
watched
Sophie get out of the car outside the downtown Club Nineveh, her swaying ass hypnotizing me as she began to walk to the VIP entrance.

“Come on,” she said, turning and arching an eyebrow. “It’s your night.”

Just seeing her in that tight skirt made me want to bend her over the hood of my car and bury myself balls deep in her, but I needed to get sex off my brain. Tonight was an important night for my modeling career, if what my agent said wasn’t total bullshit, anyway. Apparently a bunch of scouts from bigger agencies across the country were going to be there scoping the place out for talent, and considering I’d blown off the campaign in Australia to stay here in Seattle, I could use the work. Promo gigs and commercial shoots paid me fuck all compared to editorial work, and as nice as my current agent was, she hadn’t found much for me to do lately. The vodka billboard had been the only major work I’d pulled in months now, aside from the Australian thing.

It was good to have something else to focus on - something that wasn’t Sophie’s crazy Dad. The land sale had gone through without a hitch within a week, and Marie and my Dad had mailed the proceeds off to the crazy motherfucker. He hadn’t been heard from in the two weeks since, and I was beyond glad that it was all over. Seeing Sophie happy was the sweetest feeling in the world, and now that she felt safe enough to go out again, she was attending this gig at the club with me. It must have been the first time she’d been out in weeks.

We still hadn’t told our parents what we’d been up to. We both knew we should, but for some reason, sneaking around just made it all that much hotter. Besides, we’d both figured that maybe it was best we wait to tell them until Sophie had started college – that way we wouldn’t even be living in the same house, and it would look a lot less seedy for us to be hooking up. Although to be fair, we were technically stepsiblings, and a lot of people would probably view that as seedy no matter where we were living.

Oh well. Can’t please everyone.

Honestly, though, I didn’t get the big taboo hype about stepsiblings hooking up. It wasn’t like we were related in any way, and our parents hadn’t even married till we were in our late teens, so who the fuck cared? Fingers crossed our parents would see it that way too…

The pounding bass in the club matched my pulse as I scanned the room, Sophie by my side. She leaned in and told me she was going to get a drink, and she lightly touched her lips to my cheek before stepping through the crowd towards the main bar. I wasn’t drinking tonight. Club Nineveh was filled with seedy fucks, all of them likely frothing at the mouth to get their hands on a gorgeous girl like her, and I needed to stay sober so I could do my best to keep her safe.

I watched her standing up at the bar, and just as I suspected, a muscular sleazeball was making a beeline for her. Fuck, already? Pushing my way through the crowd, I gave him the biggest fuck-off death stare I could muster up, and he drew back, focusing his gaze on a tall blonde instead.

“It’s okay,” Sophie giggled. “You don’t need to follow me to the bar. I can handle guys like that.”

“Maybe, but I can handle ‘em better,” I said with a grin.

She followed my line of sight a second later. Two guys in suits were sitting only a few yards away, and I recognized them as talent scouts from the biggest agency in New York.

“Are they the guys you need to impress?” Sophie asked.

“Yeah.”

“How? Are you going to put on a show, maybe sing and dance?” she said, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Very funny. Nah, they just need to see me, that’s all.”

“Well, it’s impossible for anyone to not notice you,” she said, poking me in the side.

I hated to sound conceited, but she was right. They’d already spotted me, and one was whispering fervently into the other’s ear as they stared at me. A familiar voice boomed out beside me a second later, and I turned to see Caleb standing there.

“Hey, I didn’t know you guys were coming out tonight!” he said, clapping a hand on my back. “How are you, man? You haven’t responded to my last few texts.”

“Sorry. Been busy. Family stuff, you know,” I replied, keeping my answer as vague as possible.

Caleb had been a decent friend once upon a time, but I’d felt us drifting apart in recent months to the point where I wasn’t sure we even had anything in common anymore. He was still interested in going out every night, getting hammered and trying to pull as many skanky girls as possible, all the while living off a multi-million dollar trust fund, whereas I’d lost interest in that the second I laid eyes on Sophie, as much of a pussy as that made me sound like. I had a trust fund too, but at least I worked. I didn’t want to live off my Dad’s money forever like some useless coddled brat.

“Right. So anyway, how’ve
you
been, babe?” Caleb replied, focusing his gaze on Sophie and giving her what I assumed he thought was his most winning smile.

“Um. I’m fine thanks,” she replied.

The act he put on around women was fucking ridiculous. He always puffed his chest up and tried to make his voice sound a little deeper and more intimidating, and he ended up sounding exactly like what I imagined a bicep would sound like if it tried to sing.

“Don’t call her that,” I hissed in his ear. “She’s not your ‘babe’.”

“Hey Sophie, would you mind giving me and your stepbrother a minute?” he said, ignoring me and continuing to stare at her. I noticed he accentuated the word ‘stepbrother’.

She nodded and sat down a few feet away, and I kept my eyes on her, making sure no more douchebag gym junkies approached her.

“So,” Caleb said. “I’m guessing this protective brotherly act you’ve got going on isn’t so brotherly, huh?”

“That’s none of your business,” I said curtly.

He took a swig of whiskey, and judging by his breath and the way he was slightly slurring his words, it wasn’t the first drink he’d had.

“Actually, it is. We had a little deal going on, remember? I thought you’ve been avoiding me ‘cause you couldn’t get her, but judging by the way she’s looking at you, I think you did nail her. So what’s the problem? You don’t want my Phantom? I’ve got the keys right here, man.”

He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and dangled them in my face, and I was suddenly struck by the urge to punch him.

“There’s no deal. The dare, the bet, whatever you wanna call it…it was fucking dumb. Keep your car,” I said.

“Well, if there’s no deal, and you won’t admit there’s anything going on between you two, then I guess you won’t mind if I take a shot at her.”

“Fuck off,” I said, clenching my fists. “Don’t go near her.”

Sophie must have noticed the tension in the air between us, because she returned to my side, her forehead knitted in a quizzical expression.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“You might find your stepbrother isn’t the guy you think he is. Drew and I had a little deal, and he’s trying to back out of it,” Caleb said, his eyes narrowed. Fuck, why was he doing this? Being drunk was no excuse to be such an asshole.

Sophie’s eyebrows shot up even further. “A deal?”

“He’s talking shit. Want another drink?” I said, hastily trying to change the subject.

Unfortunately, Caleb wasn’t giving up that easily. He slid an arm around Sophie’s shoulder and whispered in her ear for a moment, and her eyes went wide as she jerked back and stared up at me with her eyebrows furrowed. Fuck. She knew.

“Look, it was just a stupid dare,” I quickly said. “It didn’t mean anything. It was a fucking stupid idea we came up with after you told me how your friends had dared you to hook up with me that night at the hotel, but I forgot all about it ages ago. Sophie, you gotta believe me. What we have now is real. It’s got nothing to do with that dare.”

“What dare?” she asked. “What are you talking about?”

Caleb drunkenly cackled with laughter. “All I said to her just then was that you wanted to fuck her in the ass tonight.”

Shit. That fucking prick. He’d tricked me into thinking he was telling Sophie about the whole thing, and now I’d opened my big mouth and really stepped in it. She folded her arms and continued to stare up at me.

“Well?” she demanded, her eyes narrowed. “What’s this about a dare?”

Well, fuck. Just when things were finally going well…