Stepbrother Desires (Billionaire Contemporary Romance) (5 page)

All I wanted to do
was lick and stroke those long, hard nipples with my tongue and fingers. I wanted
to be the one making her so aroused that her nipples looked like they might
burst. I loved how they looked and I couldn’t remember seeing such long nipples
before. I needed to suck them and roll my tongue over them. I needed to devour
them.

An ache rose
inside me. I longed to touch her, feel the warmth of her smooth, tanned skin. I
hungered to be close to her, as if being with her and holding her close would
ease the hankering that had been developing inside me for  a while, now.

Even in college,
I craved to be with someone who wanted to be with me and wanted to share
themselves with me because they liked me for who I was, not because of who my
father was or the family fortune.

This girl had no
idea who I was and there was something about her that made me think it wouldn’t
matter anyway. She just had this … aura. I couldn’t think of another way to
describe it

She shuffled in
a little closer, leaning forward and taking each nipple between her fingers and
thumb, massaging them provocatively. She was showing me how she’d like me to do
it for her.

Another two
shorts steps and she was almost close enough to touch. But not quite. She knew
I was horny as hell, having watched her perform all those spins on the pole and
other moves with her legs open in a variety of inviting and highly provocative poses.
She was quite the little cock tease. I had to give her credit for that.

As was about to
reach out to try to touch her, she turned around to face away from me and keeping
her legs straight, bent over to touch her ankles, holding that pose for a few
seconds. Keeping her open hands against her slender, well defined calves, she
slowly stood upright until her hands rested on her thighs and her shapely
bubble butt jutted out at me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to smack it or …

Then, with one
slick movement, she unfastened her petite shorts and shimmied them to the
floor, before kicking them aside with a brisk flick of one of her high heels.
From the rear, it looked like she was totally naked, but when she turned around,
I could see a G String so sheer that it was hardly visible at all.

I wanted her
closer. I needed to touch her. Strangely, I was actually enjoying being
tormented by her and feeling the frustration of being so close. It reminded me
how I felt sometimes when Manny pushed me hard at training. Somewhere in
amongst all that pain and torment is pleasure and gratification, sometimes it’s
hard to tell where the pain ends and the pleasure begins. I wanted her teasing
to stop, but at the same time, I didn’t.

Without warning,
she stepped forward, reefed a handful of my hair, pulled my head back and
crushed her soft, full lips to mine in a sensuous, yet eager kiss. I had no
idea what she wanted from me or where she was going with it, but I knew I wanted
her, too. My mouth opened and hers followed without hesitation. Soon our
tongues were dancing hungrily and I found myself exploring the depths of her
mouth while she fought to explore mine.

I was so busy plundering
her and being devoured by her, that I hadn’t noticed her rubbing the length of
my cock through my pants. I was soon well aware of it, though. My God! Her
fingers … her touch. Magic. My back arched as I struggled to press my hardness
against her, but she pulled back. She was still teasing me and playing her
little
cock tease
game. Well … I’d show her …

Suddenly, I broke
off the kiss and grabbed her hand, holding it firmly against the head of my
dick as I clutched one of her tits with my other hand, enjoying the feel of the
erect nipple against my palm. I squeezed her breast and brought my mouth
closer, ready to ravage the stunning morsel she’s been brazenly teasing me with.

“Ow!” she
squealed. “Not so rough, Mr.”

That voice!
How in the hell do I know that voice?

I felt the color
drain from my face. That warm, longing feeling in the pit of my stomach was
instantly replaced by ice cold daggers that ripped my guts to shreds.

My hand pulled
back from her breast like it was on fire and she immediately did the same with
the hand that she’d wrapped around my now limp dick.

“Oh my God!
Wimp? Is that really you? What the fuck…”

Without a word,
she scooped up her clothes and ran, as best she could actually run in her
heels, straight for the door.

I sat there
stunned, in total shock.

Fuck me! I’ve
just bought a five thousand dollar lap dance from my fucking stepsister!

My lip bled as I bit down on it hard, trying
not to cry. I felt so ashamed. Having people see me cry was just going to make
it all that much worse. My humiliation would be public. He hates me. I
disgusted him by kissing him and touching him. After all the girls he’s kissed
and had touching him, he’s disgusted by
me
. I thought he just made fun
of me because I didn’t look like the other girls he dated. OK, the girls he
fucked. My man-whore of a slut brother doesn’t date. He fucks ‘em and dumps
‘em. I’m sure I overheard him say something like that to one of his college
buddies a long time ago. Prick!

Tears were burning my eyes but I fought
them back long enough to make it to the dressing room, where I collected my
purse, keys and phone and wrapped myself up in the coat I’d brought with me, in
case it was cold when I left for the night. I didn’t even take the time to get
dressed. There was no way I was staying there, at the scene of my disgrace a
second longer than I had to.

Running for the main door, I hurled it open
without slowing my pace for a moment. I thought I heard Tyler call my name, but
I couldn’t be sure. Nor did I give a shit, either. But even if I did, I was
suddenly caught in a tangle of arms and legs, bumping against bodies that
seemed oblivious to my need to escape urgently.

I ran. I guess I was still a runner after
all.

I called her name as I saw her running for
the entrance. She heard me. I know she did. But she didn’t stop. Didn’t even
slow down. My need to catch her became my focus. She needed to understand. That
look on her face was one I’ll never forget. Shame. Humiliation. Disgust. She’d
got it all wrong. I needed her to know that.

As I pulled the door open to race after
her, my path was blocked.

What the …

Camera flashes blinded me.

People were deliberately standing in my way,
stopping me from moving.

“Mr. Reynolds, what do you have to say to the
farmers who are losing their farms because your company’s fracking operations
have contaminated their water supplies?” I see a digital recorder waving in
front of my face.

Who are these people?

Another voice shouts at me. “My Reynolds,
how are people supposed to take you and your drilling operations seriously when
you’re tipping strippers at a club while they’re barely able to put food on the
table?”

“Who the hell are you people? How the hell
did you even track me down?”

“Mr. Reynolds —”

“No comment. What I do in my own time is no
one else’s damn business!”

Pushing my way through the crowd of
overenthusiastic reporters, I didn’t even have a chance to look for Anna. It
was all I could do just to fight my way to the car and get out of there. Fast.

As I drove away, dodging the media circus
that seemed determined to block my escape, I started to wonder not only what
they were doing there, but who tipped them off. I had a fair idea who was responsible.

The tears wouldn’t stop. My ribs ached from
the constant sobbing and I’d never felt more alone or more disgraced in my
life. As much as I wanted to go home, climb into bed and curl up in a ball
under the covers, I wanted to vent and talk through my feelings with a friend.
But I didn’t actually have any real friends. Or did I?

Through tear blurred eyes, I scrolled the
contacts in my phone searching for Melissa’s number. She answered on the third
ring.

“Hey, Anna. How are you?” she greeted in
her usual cheerful, sing-song voice.

I tried to
answer. My throat constricted. I choked then burst into tears again, collapsing
against a vacant storefront with my head in my hands – both face and hands
smeared with mascara. I no longer cared who saw me or what I looked like. I no
longer cared about anything.

“Come on sweetie, just drink this. I
promise, it’ll help.” Melissa handed me a glass of something that smelled sweet
and delicious.

“What is it?” I managed to ask, between
sobs.

“Black spiced rum with a dash of Coke. It’s
a miracle cure. Trust me.”

“Spiced rum? Seriously? A cure for what — scurvy?”
I said as I sniffed the unusual cocktail.

“Everything.” Melissa laughed. She was
trying to get me to calm down and it was almost working. I took a hefty sip of
the rum and coke and felt the warmth of the alcohol roll down my throat.

“I think you’re onto something.” The
sobbing stopped and I took another swig of the calming spirit and began to
really enjoy the sweet syrupy taste.

“No wonder those damn pirates are always
singing about their rum. This stuff has some kick to it. I can feel the buzz
already.” I was feeling more relaxed by the minute.

“OK, so tell me I got it wrong when you
were bawling before. Tell me you aren’t in love with your stepbrother and you
didn’t stick your tongue down his throat and grab his cock.”

When I heard it like that, it did sound
pretty sick. Another mouthful of rum and I might almost not care.

“No, that about sums it up. You got the
gist of it.”

“And he hired you to do a lap dance for
him? Isn’t that the creepiest thing ever?”

“No, it wasn’t like that. You didn’t know
me before. I didn’t look anything like I do now. Unfit, curvy, brunette. You
name it, it was different. I’ve worked my ass off to get into shape and get
build up some confidence.”

“So that shiny, golden hair of yours isn’t
natural?”

I shook my head. “Sorry, hun, the curtains
and the rug definitely don’t match.”

We both burst out laughing. A good dose of
rum has a way of making things seem so much funnier.

“So …” Melissa
gestured for me to continue the story. “What went wrong tonight?”

“And that’s pretty much what happened,” I
said, angrily as I finished the story. “So, if there’s any part about me falling
in love with my stepbrother, or running away from home so I didn’t have to deal
with the pain of seeing him with other girls and feel like an idiot or how I
ended up with his dick in my hand while I lap danced for him in a strip club,
feel free to fucking ask.”

Suddenly I felt terrible. I was shouting at
Melissa like she had some part in this pathetic drama and all she was doing was
trying to help. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I’m just so
angry with myself. With my brother ...
stepbrother
. With everything and
everyone, really.” I started to sob again.

“It’s alright sweetie,” Melissa said calmly
as she hugged me close. “You let it all out and if you need to unload some shit
on me, that’s fine, too.” I felt her reassuring hand making circles on my back
as she tried to soothe me. It must have worked because the sobbing started to
ease.

“I don’t know what to do,” I said as I
looked at the patchwork of tears and mascara I’d left behind on Melissa’s T
shirt. “Shit! And I’m sorry about that, too.”

She dismissed the mess I’d made with a
shrug of her shoulders. “What’s really important is how he feels about you.
Have you told him how
you
feel?”

“Are you kidding me? He’s gorgeous, smart
and funny.  He can have any girl he wants. In fact, he pretty much does have
any girl he wants … and then some.”

“I still don’t see why you haven’t —”

“Told him? Seriously? I was an insecure,
curvy little brat of a sister. He would have laughed himself stupid if I’d said
anything. And he used to treat me like crap and tease me just about every day.”

“Yeah,” Melissa interjected. “But he’s not
laughing now, is he? Didn’t he just hand over a whole shitload of cash to have you
to dance for him?”

“But he didn’t know it was me,” I
countered.

“Exactly my point.”

The realization began to dawn on me. My
brother, OK, stepbrother, actually had the hots for me. Not the old me. The new
me. The here and now me.