Stepbrother's Unbridled Passion Boxed Set (4 page)

"I didn't say that." Straightening up, he had a handful of vegetables and a plate of two steaks.

"Then let me cook and go relax." She strode into the kitchen and attempted to tug the bag of mixed veggies from him, but he held tight. “You’re the one who worked all day, not me.”

"How about this, you cook tomorrow night."

Chloe clucked her tongue off the roof of her mouth, considering. "I've gotten better, you know."

"Didn't say you were bad." He turned and deposited the food onto the countertop.

He didn’t say it, but he was certainly implying it, why else would he turn down the offer? "Fine. Tomorrow will be my turn. Promise?"

He looked over at her and gave her a wink. "Promise."

Chapter 3

Chloe

Dinner had been divine. Ryker was easily the best cook she'd ever known. It was no wonder he didn't want her to prepare supper. While he hopped into the shower, she proceeded to do the dishes and then flopped herself onto the sofa, grabbing the remote from the coffee table.

She began to flip through the channels until she came to a show titled
The Game Of Love
, a reality television show where the contestants were thrown into a house with the goal to "hook up" and take home a grand prize. It was easily her favourite show and she was anxiously awaiting the results of last week's elimination. Her favourite was an NYPD officer by the name of Mason Compton. He was almost as sexy as Ryker – almost.

Noticing Ryker's beer, which had barely been touched, she picked it up and took a long swig, putting her feet up on the coffee table as she reclined back onto the sofa.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Chloe jumped in her seat at the sound of his voice, so engrossed in the drama going on onscreen she hadn't even heard him come up behind her. Taking another drink from the beer, she turned and watched him come around the sofa and snatch the beer from her hand.

"You're nineteen Chloe, last time I checked it was against the law to drink until you are twenty-one." He drank the remainder down and set the bottle on the coffee table, flopping down beside her.

"That is such a crock, Ryker!"

"It's the law. Besides, it was my beer anyhow."

Chloe rolled her eyes at him and huffed, settling back against the sofa, her arms crossed over her chest. "So anal."

"Give me the remote. I need to catch up on the sports coverage from the weekend." He put his hand out waiting for her to pass it over.

"No. Go online. I'm watching my show."

"Chloe." He gave his hand a little wave. "Remote."

Turning so she faced him on the sofa she shook her head. "Not going to happen. I'm
not
watching sports recaps, the big elimination is coming up. You can watch sports recaps online, I can’t find out if Mason finds love, without spoiling the whole episode."

Fighting over the remote and the television channel, just like old times
, she mused.

"Give it to me or I take it from you." He turned, his green eyes locking onto hers, his expression blank.

She couldn't tell if he was truly annoyed with her refusal to give up the remote or if he was messing with her. Either way she wasn't giving up the remote. If the truth were to be known, a part of her wanted to see what he'd do if she pushed him.

She inched away from him, holding the remote behind her back. Chewing at her lower lip, she shook her head, her dark curls flying out around her head. "Then I guess you're going to have to take it."

His eyes held hers for a long moment, silence falling over the apartment. Without warning he lunged for her.

She squealed, her dark eyes going wide in surprise as she half-slid, half-fell from the sofa. Scrambling to her feet she raced for her room, the remote clutched tightly in her hand.

"Chloe!" He caught up to her just before she reached her bedroom. Grabbing her upper arm, he spun her around to face him and pressed her against the wall, his hard body pressed against hers. "There's no way you're going to be able to keep it from me, so pass it over."

He'd changed into a pair of plaid boxers and t-shirt and whether he realized it or not, she could feel his dick, which was beginning to harden through their thin layers of clothing. She squirmed, her groin brushing against his semi-hard cock.

Ryker's jaw clenched and fire flared up within his eyes. "Chloe.
Please
."

She could hear the strain in his voice, and knew the "please" wasn't for the remote. He was fighting the same urges she was. On impulse, she slipped the remote down the front of her yoga pants and gave him a saucy grin, her eyes challenging him to take it.

"Pass it over, or I'll retrieve it myself." He leaned closer to her, his lips a few inches from hers.

She could smell the combination of soap and aftershave on him; it tantalized her, making her ache to move closer. "You want it? Then you know where to get it." She tried to keep her voice even, but she could hear the strain in her voice, laced with her peaking desire.

"Don't do this, Chloe." He grabbed her hands, raised them over her head and secured both of her small wrists with one of his hands while the other slowly slipped down her side to rest on her hip.

"Then walk away, Ryker," she challenged. She glanced down and saw the massive bulge, straining against the thin cotton. When she glanced back up and met his gaze, the fire within his eyes was so intense her pussy clenched and she could feel the dampness of her desire gathering between her legs.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”

She didn’t answer.

"Have it your way." Ryker hooked his thumb in the waistband of her yoga pants and ran it back and forth along the waistband, from one hip to the other then back to the middle.

She gasped. Her body tensed; the anticipation was killing her. "All you have to do is take it, Ryker. I won't stop you." She waited on bated breath, she wanted with all her heart for him to lower his lips to hers, strip her naked and ram his cock into her. How many times had she dreamed of that moment? So many she couldn’t even count. She was embarrassed to admit that even when she was with other men, it was always Ryker she saw in her mind’s eye.

He froze for a moment, as if in consideration, battling his desire. Finally, a low, feral growl sounded from the back of his throat and his hand slipped lower.

Chloe inhaled sharply, her body tensing further. Grasping the remote, he slipped it from her pants and tossed it onto the counter behind him. His fingers returned to the waistband of her pants and his index finger tugged at the band, his eyes locked to hers.

She could still stop him, she could tell he was waiting for her to protest, but she had no intention of it. She softly bucked against his hand, urging him to do what she could tell he was struggling to decide on.

Breaking eye contact, Ryker leaned into her, his lips brushing up against her temple as his hand slowly slid down the front of her pants to cup her mound.

"This what you want, Chloe?" His voice was deep, strained, his breath tickling the side of her neck and sending a shiver of arousal through her. “Don’t think I didn’t know you used Calvin to make me jealous. You gave yourself to him to get at me. The fucker gave me all the fucking details.”

She moaned softly, closing her eyes and bucking against his hand.

He squeezed her mound. "Say it. Tell me how much you want your stepbrother fucking you. Say it!"

The way he said it sounded so wrong, but God help her it turned her on ever worse than she already was. "Yes. Please, yes."

He groaned as he spread her moist pussy lips and slipped a finger between her soft folds. "Not good enough. Say the words."

She swallowed down the lump forming in her throat; she knew what he was doing. He wanted her to see the consequences of what she wanted. He wanted the words to bring her to her senses so she’d pull away so he wouldn’t have to be the one to break the contact. But she knew the consequences, wrong or not, she knew and she wanted it. She’d been wanting for so long she couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t want him. "I want my stepbrother fucking me."

"Ahhhh fuck, Chloe." He slipped two fingers between her folds and began to stroke the length of her slit from her ass to her clit, with each pass stroking her swollen clit. "So fucking wet for me. This isn't right. Damn, this is exactly what I’ve been trying to avoid happening. But I want you. You have no idea how much. The one woman I’ve wanted more than anyone else is the one I can’t have."

A surge of excitement raced through her, he’d admitted it. He wanted her! “You can. God, Ryker, you can.”

Despite his words he didn't stop, instead he pressed his middle and index fingers to her entrance and slowly entered her. She cried out, bucking against his hand and wiggling against the hand holding her wrists.

His fingers stroked her inner wall, at just the right spot to send wave after wave of molten pleasure through her.

"Please, Ryker, I need to touch you." She wiggled against him, desperate to touch his muscular body and run her fingers along the contours of muscle.

"No." He brushed his lips along the side of her neck and she whimpered. The anticipation was becoming too much, his probing fingers fucking her too good. "Are you going to come for me, Chloe? Let me feel your pussy explode over my fingers."

She moaned, her body gyrating against the wall and his body. "Yes, oh God yes, Ryker." She bucked harder against his hand. Why was he torturing her? He wanted what she wanted, she was sure of it now. Her hands fisted above her head as she braced herself for the impending orgasm.

"Oh Ryker!"

"My God, so wet and tight for me. You have no idea how much I want to feel you."

His words took her to the brink. She became lightheaded and moaned her pleasure as she toppled over the edge of her desire. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as a flood of her nectar greeted his teasing fingers. She shuddered, her knees going weak under her and for the first time since he touched her, trapping her, she was grateful for his hand securing her against the wall.

Her forehead fell against his shoulder, and she attempted to catch her breath and to clear the cobwebs clouding her mind. "I've never wanted anyone so badly, Ryker," she whispered, not sure if she'd even said the words out loud. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

"Are you okay?" He released her hands and pulled her into his arms.

Slipping her arms around his waist she nodded, basking in the feel of his body pressed tight against hers.

"We can't do this, Chloe," he whispered, stroking her hair as he continued to hold her tight.

Frowning, she pulled back to look him in the eye. "But, why? We're not really brother and sister. Just by marriage. Why not?"

“I don’t care about our parents being married, that’s not what I’m concerned about.” Sadness mixed with the hunger in his eyes. Ryker touched her cheek, running his thumb along her lower lip. "Because I love you too much to ruin what we have. If things didn't work out..." He shook his head. "Sex has a way of ruining things."

For him maybe. She thought back and couldn’t name a single girl he’d been in a long-term relationship with. He never let women get close enough to him for there to be anything to ruin when they broke up.

"But what if it works out?’ she protested. “We won't know until we try." How could she have him and then lose him all within a few minutes?

"Chloe, listen, I'm not willing to take that chance. I shouldn't have let things go as far as they just did. It's just... I got caught up in the moment." He grimaced. "God, I've wanted you for so long." He sighed. “I’m sorry, Chloe. This can’t happen.”

"Ryker, please. But, I –"

"I'm sorry, Chloe. We're better off just forgetting this ever happened."

Chloe's heart sank. Forgetting what happened between them was the last thing she wanted to do.

Chapter 4

Ryker – One Week Later

"Wow, haven't seen you here for a while, man. What's going on?"

Ryker sighed, raking a hand through his hair as he sat down on a barstool by his patrol partner and senior officer, Adam Forgrave. "It's just… Fuck. It’s complicated."

"What can I get for you?" Ryker looked up to see the bartender leaning over the counter waiting to take his order.

He was about to order a beer when he realized that perhaps going home drunk wasn't the best idea. He knew Chloe wasn’t going to give up, she was hardly a quitter when it came to something she wanted, especially since she now knew his secret: that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. He’d tried so damned hard to keep his attraction toward her a secret over the years, because he didn’t want her to think there was a reason to keep fighting for his affection. He’d hoped she’d lose interest in him, but she hadn’t, and neither did he in her. It was a fucked-up mess that was already causing a strain between them. In the couple of brief instances that they’d been in the same room together over the past week, the tension was so thick it was suffocating. She looked so damned sad that it was like a knife being jabbed into his gut each time he was near her. "Just a glass of ice water."

"Better slow down partner, don't want to have me carry you out of here," his partner joked, taking a swig from his bottle of beer.

"Well, someone has to be sober enough to drive your drunk ass home, Forgrave."

Adam huffed. "Nah… Don't worry about me, man." He swivelled around on his stool and began to scan the crowd in the bar. "I plan on going home with one of these hot pieces of ass tonight."

"Water on the house." The bartender passed the glass of water to Ryker and immediately focused his attention on the next patron.

Ryker had been avoiding home and Chloe for close to a week, ever since the day he finger fucked her, getting up before her and going to work early and coming home late. His mind kept running back to how responsive her body was to his touch and how wet she'd been for him. How much she wanted him. It was driving him insane and he had an erection that just would not go down. He'd never masturbated so much in his life! It felt like he was on permanent Viagra.

Even after being away from her for a year, she was still under his skin and he had no idea what to do about it.

"What's been going on with you all week anyhow?"

Ryker swivelled around on his stool and leaned his elbows back on the bar, scanning the crowd with his friend – not that he had any interest. Despite how horny he was the thought of fucking any woman other than Chloe was unthinkable to him now that he’d felt her trembling against him. He’d spent years attempting to fuck her out of his mind with other women, it never worked. Just a temporary relief.

"I've been preoccupied."

"Your sister move in?"

"Yeah."

"So, um. She hot? Single?"

The sounds of her soft moans echoed in his ears. "Yeah, she's single and she's a good-looking girl." He shrugged.

Adam gave him a nudge in the shoulder. "Maybe you should introduce us."

"No," Ryker responded a little too sharply and quickly, and hoped Adam was drunk enough that he wouldn't pick up on the anxiety the topic brought him.

"Hmmm. You two aren't really siblings though. Your parents got married when you two were teenagers right?"

"Yeah." Ryker sighed; coming out to the bar was a bad, bad idea. But he had nowhere else to go. At least when they were teenagers they lived in a massive house, they wouldn’t have to even see each other if they didn’t want to. But his tiny apartment put them way too close.

He shrugged, turning his full attention to Ryker. "So if you and her wanted to..."

"No. No we couldn't." Ryker's jaw clenched as he pretended to be interested in people on the dance floor.

"Hmmm."

Ahhhh fuck
. Adam had been Ryker's partner and best friend for a little over a year now, and lying to him wasn't the easiest thing to do. By the expression on Adam's face, it was clear he was already piecing together the reason for his anxiety.

Ryker took a moment to evaluate how intoxicated his partner was before continuing the line of conversation. Determining that Adam would only remember a minimum of their conversation he decided to share the feelings he'd been fighting with for days.

"Well. Hypothetically speaking. What happens if I did allow something to happen? What then?"

"Great sex?" Adam grinned, giving his eyebrows a wiggle. "Great bareback sex even. Oh man, I’d love to have a girl I didn’t have to wrap it for, for a change."

Ryker huffed. "I mean..."

Adam turned to face him. “Listen, Ryker. You're not in Bangor anymore. No one here knows her
or you
for that matter. You're siblings by marriage only and it's not like you two have to go introducing her as your sister/girlfriend."

"What if it doesn't work? Again, hypothetically speaking."

"It's not like she's some girl you're picking up at a bar that you're going to fuck for a while and toss to the curb when you get bored." Adam shrugged, taking a swig from his beer. "Talk to her, see where she is. If there’s feelings between you two you can’t keep avoiding her and ignoring it, hoping it’ll go away."

Ryker nodded.

"And for the record, this is only my second beer, asshole. I'll remember every word of this hypothetical conversation come Monday morning."

Ryker grimaced as he stood. "Right. Great."

"Just do me a favour and when you come to work Monday morning, this crap that's had your head fucked up will be cleared up. I don't feel like getting shot in the line of duty because my partner doesn't have enough common sense to fuck a woman who wants him and he wants in return."

"Yup." He nodded toward the group of women dancing on the dance floor that Adam had been eyeing since he walked in. "Good luck."

Giving Ryker a wink, he stood. "Don't need it, pal. But thanks." Taking the final swig of his beer, Adam sauntered off in the direction of the women.

~*~ TT ~*~

Chloe

The sound of the apartment door opening woke Chloe. She was tempted to go out and confront Ryker on his avoidance of her the past week, but the stubborn part of her refused to let her. If he wanted to talk to her then he could come to
her
. Instead, she pulled the blanket up tighter to her chin and attempted to go back to sleep.

A soft knock sounded at her bedroom door. Her heartbeat accelerated and she burrowed down deeper into the blankets.

"Chloe?" There was a pause, followed by the sound of her door opening. Another pause followed by footsteps entering the room. "Chloe?"

Opening her eyes, she noticed a stream of light coming in from the open door to spotlight her on the bed. She turned over to her back and sat up. "Yeah, Ryker?"

"Can we talk?" He didn't wait for her to respond; instead he finished closing the distance and sat down beside her on the bed, beside her.

She scooted over, intentionally letting the blanket drop to reveal her red satin sheer teddy. "What do you want, Ryker?”

"I think we need to talk about what happened between us last week."

She squirmed uneasily, glancing down at her hands laced in front of her, on her lap. "I wanted you. You turned me down. Nothing more to say."

He raked a hand through his hair and his eyes dropped to her chest. The neckline plunged dangerously low and the light coming into the bedroom highlighted her large dark nipples under her sheer red teddy. Ryker closed his eyes a moment, inhaled deeply and slowly released it. He knew he had to keep a clear head, but dammit, it was hard.

"I'm sorry I took off like that, Chloe. That wasn't right of me."

"Then why did you do it? You know how much I want you."

"It took me by surprise." He shrugged and gave her a lopsided grin. "I promised myself I wouldn’t allow things to go there between us. I guess a part of me hoped that over the past year whatever it is or was between us wouldn’t be there any longer."

"I started thinking you wanted me as well, until a few days ago." She was tempted to cover up, scared of another rejection, but the stubborn part of her refused to let her. If he was going to reject her, then he had to do it feeling as uncomfortable as she was.

"Oh Chloe, I do. You have no idea how hard it was for me to walk away. There's no one I've ever wanted more. I’ve been giving it some thought and do you want to know why I’ve spent most of my life dating and ditching?"

She nodded.

“Because the one woman I really wanted, I couldn’t have. I think perhaps a part of me was hoping eventually this would happen.”

Her eyes dipped to his lips; she longed to kiss him and press her body against his. It was taking every ounce of her willpower to hold herself back. "So what now?" she finally asked, her voice barely more than a whisper, trying not to get her hopes up, unsure as to whether she could take another rejection.

Surprisingly, he didn’t answer with words, instead he gently touched the side of her face, tracing her jaw with his index finger. Her breath hitched; a part of her feared that this was all just a dream, and any second she would wake up and he'd be gone.

He lowered his mouth, ghosting his lips across hers. His lips touched hers so softly that she hardly believed it was happening. He pulled back slightly, their lips an inch apart, their breaths intermingling and breathing synchronizing.

"Promise you won't leave this time," she murmured as his lips touched hers again.

"I promise." He kissed her harder, with more passion.

She felt the conviction in his voice and in his kiss. Reassured, she let go of her doubts and gave in to the feelings he was provoking within her. Chloe moaned softly, her lips parting and inviting him in.

"So beautiful," he whispered, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue between her lips in search of hers, as he gently pushed her back against the bed.

Chloe's hands slid around him, holding tight to him as his body eclipsed over hers. The smell of his aftershave drifted to her, increasing her desire and need to be close to him. Each time his tongue touched hers, a new rush of excitement and pleasure flowed through her, intensifying the pulsing between her legs.

This was a dream, it had to be. But she didn't care, at that moment he was hers.

Ryker moved the blanket away and parted her legs, settling between them. The ridge of his dick pressed between her legs as she squirmed under him, enjoying the feel of the fabric brushing against her clit.

But she wanted more, needed more.

Her hands slid down to the bottom of his shirt and tugged it up, feeling the well-defined muscle underneath.

"Let me help you with that," he murmured, pulling his lips from hers and sitting back on his heels. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, he pulled it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor.

The stream of light beaming in from the other room spotlighted his magnificent torso and chest.

"I love your body, Ryker. So incredible." Chloe sat up and kissed his chest, running her hands over the muscle, which flexed under her touch. His body tensed as her fingers found his belt buckle. She swiftly undid his belt and then jeans, pulling the zipper down.

Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of his jeans, she gave them a tug, leaving him in his boxers. His erection pressed against the cotton covering it, tempting her. Shifting on the bed so she was on her knees, she pulled down his boxers, grasping his cock at the base.

Ryker inhaled sharply, and a soft smile touched her lips. She loved the effect she was having on him. The same effect he had on her several days prior.

As she stroked him, a dollop of cum pebbled at the tip of his dick. Leaning forward, she flicked the cum from his dick with her tongue.

"Ahhhh Chloe." Ryker's hand slid into her hair, fisting it.

"Mmmm. You taste good." She glanced up, their eyes locked and she licked the tip of his dick a second time.

A grin lifted the corners of Ryker's lips at the comment. His hips bucked softly, prompting her to take him in further. "Then by all means..."

She flicked at the tip of his dick again and then circled the head before taking it into her mouth.

"Oh God, Chloe!"

She released his cock from her mouth and ran her tongue down the underside of him until she reached his balls. Gently she pulled the first ball into her mouth, sucking softly and then the second, stroking his shaft as she sucked.

The tension in his body increased and his breathing became more rapid, the hand in her hair fisting it even tighter than before.

Releasing his second ball, she ran her tongue back up the length of him until she reached the head. Chloe swirled her tongue along the head and then took his dick into her mouth, until he touched the back of her throat. Ryker's soft groaning was fuelling her need and her juices were saturating the thin satin teddy she was wearing.