Trick - A Stepbrother Romance (10 page)

A random burst of energy shot through my system, and I tried to pout seductively, suddenly overcome with lust for him again. God, these painkillers were literally making me crazy.

“Only if you come with me,” I said, patting the pillow next to me.

He rubbed his chin with one hand and then shook his head. “No, Lucy. Not when you’re like this.”

“Come on! You said you want me. You know I want you too. Come to bed with me!”

He shook his head, and I huffed and climbed under my sheets. I knew I was behaving like a petulant teenager, but the drugs were screwing with my mind so much that I didn’t care. This didn’t look or feel like reality. I felt like I was in a kaleidoscopic movie.

“Are we real?” I asked a second later. The whole room was spinning.

“Lucy, go to sleep. Seriously,” Patrick replied.

My dazed, deluded mind decided to make one last ditch effort to persuade him into joining me in bed.

“Can you get me a glass of water?” I asked. I was surprised I managed to get the words out. My mouth felt like it was filled with cotton.

“Sure. Gimme a sec.”

He disappeared into the mini kitchenette, and I hurriedly pulled my clothes off and threw them in a crumpled heap on the floor. My bra and panties followed, and then I tried to lie in the most seductive pose I could think of; on my stomach with my head turned over my shoulder, one leg kicked up.

Patrick returned a moment later and groaned. “Shit. Lucy…”

“Come over here,” I said, running my tongue across my lips. I could see a bulge in the front of his pants. He couldn’t say no to me. Not now. Right?

Wrong.

“Not tonight,” he said, placing the glass of water on my bedside table. “Any other time, you know I wouldn’t turn you down, but fuck, Lucy…you’re off your face on drugs. I had to take those same painkillers once, ages ago, and they seriously screw you up for a few hours. You need to rest. You aren’t thinking straight, and this isn’t how you want this to happen.”

I frowned at him and rested my cheek on the pillow. “Yes it is,” I grumbled.

He came over to me and threw a blanket over my nude body, being careful to avert his eyes as he did so. “Rest up. I’ll see you in the morning, and we can talk about this then. Okay?”

I was going to reply, but it was like a light bulb suddenly blew in my mind. One second, I was amped and ready to go, and then the next second everything went dark. Just before I drifted away into a deep sleep, I heard Patrick murmur two more words.

“Goodnight, Lucy.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

PATRICK

As a guy, there’s really nothing quite like walking into a room and seeing your dream girl sprawled out naked on her bed, begging for you to fuck her.

There’s also nothing quite like having to turn that girl down and walk away.

Fuck, it was almost impossible. Lucy was so sexy, and her caramel-colored skin was glowing like never before as she lay there, giving me her best attempt at come-hither eyes. The dinner had done her some good, but the painkillers she had taken had totally whacked her out. I tried to keep my eyes off her gorgeous curves as much as humanly possible, and I ignored the rush of blood to my cock as I rejected her advances and covered her in blankets.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want her. I wanted her more than anything, and she knew that. I just couldn’t let it happen like this. Last time I’d slept with her, I’d totally fucked things up afterwards, and I didn’t want that to happen again. I didn’t want there to be any possibility of something going wrong in our slowly developing relationship, and sleeping with her while she was high on pain medication was the definition of wrong in my book.

The painkillers seemed to finally kick in properly, and she was out like a light as I said goodnight to her. I watched her sleeping for a while, and I couldn’t help but grin as she began to snore again. It wasn’t as bad as the other night when she’d been up in my room. It was just cute little sounds emanating from her as she lay on her side, mouth half open. Christ, she was adorable. And not just adorable - she was sexy, smart, nice…everything that was good in the world wrapped up in one perfect little package.

After checking to make sure the guesthouse was all locked up, I headed back into the main house. My dick was still rock hard, and I tried to conjure up all sorts of horrible images to make my hard-on disappear, but nothing worked. All I could see in my mind’s eye was Lucy, sprawled out on that bed with absolutely nothing on. Fuck, she was hot.

Beep.
My phone gave me a notification, and I checked it before rolling my eyes. It was the Insta-Snap creeper again. Well,
there
was a boner killer.

There was a photo of a black lingerie set sitting on a bed, and the caption read:
This could be yours to see on me. Stop hanging out with her and be with me instead.

I assumed the ‘her’ she was referring to was my TV costar Lexie, who P.G. had apparently seen me kissing the other week on set. It could also have been Lucy. After the accident earlier on, the web was filled with images of the two of us together outside the hospital, although most of the articles had made it clear that we were technically related, so it was more likely P.G. was still referring to Lexie.

I sent a message back.

Tell me who you are.

She replied immediately.

You already asked that a few days ago. It’s your job to find out. Games are more fun when only one of us knows the rules.

It was the typical illogical ramblings of a crazy person. Whoever this chick was, she was messed up. Rolling my eyes, I texted back.

It’s not my job to do anything. I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you need to stop messaging me. Now kindly fuck off.

I blocked the username, but only one minute later another message appeared from a very similar username.

You shouldn’t have blocked me. You’ve really hurt me :( I don’t react well to being hurt…

What the hell is that meant to mean?
I replied.
Is that a threat?

Her reply came through instantly.
You’ll see…

Whatever. I blocked her again and headed up to my room. They were empty threats. It wasn’t like this crazy bitch had any idea where I lived. Besides, I had more important stuff to think about, like Lucy and her perfect, luscious lips…

Fuck. Why the hell did she have to be my stepsister? It just threw one more spanner in the works. Ron had done so much for me and my Mom, and I hated to think of how disappointed he’d be to learn how much I wanted to fuck his daughter.

But shit, that wasn’t going to be enough to stop me from doing it. She wanted it as bad as I did, and we both knew it would happen sooner rather than later. In the end, we were basically all hormonal animals, right?

Yep, that was it. No more fucking around. As soon as she was awake and sober tomorrow morning, I was gonna do it.

I was finally going to make her mine.

***

The next morning, I spent a good hour in the home gym, working out all my pent-up sexual tension on the weight bench and punching bag. Lucy’s naked body was etched into my brain, and sweat beaded on my brow as my arms began to ache. It was a good ache, the kind that said I’d had a productive gym sesh.

I gulped down a glass of water in the kitchen a few minutes later, glancing at the clock as I soaked in the cool liquid. It was quiet in the house, which meant Ron and my Mom were both out, and Penelope hadn’t arrived for the day yet. Lucy should have been awake by now too. I wasn’t working today, and neither was she, given the events of yesterday.

I whistled to myself as I headed out to the guesthouse. Now might be a good time to talk to her, if she hadn’t taken more medication and looped out again. The door was unlocked, which meant she was definitely awake, and I popped my head in.

“Lucy?”

I couldn’t see her in the bedroom or small lounge area, and then I heard sounds coming from the bathroom. It sounded like something had just clinked against the basin, so I figured she was doing her hair or makeup. The bathroom door was unlocked as well, so I opened it and poked my head around.

“Hey, I…oh, shit.”

Lucy shrieked. “What are you doing?”

She must have only just stepped out of the shower, because she was standing in there buck naked, little rivulets of water running down her bare breasts and heading further south to her…fuck. I forced myself to turn away.

“Sorry! Door was unlocked so I thought you were dressed,” I said.

Truthfully, I wasn’t entirely sorry. I doubted I’d ever be sorry for seeing her naked. Fuck, she was amazing. Once again, the outline of her curves was burned into my brain, and she quickly slammed the door shut before replying.

“I didn’t think I had to lock it,” she called out. “I’m not used to anyone coming in here first thing in the morning.”

She appeared again a second later, clad in a fluffy robe. Her hair was dripping on her shoulders, and I smiled at her.

“How are you feeling?”

“Embarrassed.”

Well, it wasn’t like I hadn’t seen her naked before…

Her cheeks had a pink tinge to them, and I shook my head. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s my fault. I walked in here without knocking.”

“Not about that,” she said. “Last night…I don’t know what got into me.”

“I do. It was the painkillers,” I said. “Have you taken any more yet?”

She shook her head. “No. I actually feel way better now. No headache or anything.”

“Glad to hear it. Anyway, I just came to see how you are, and also to see if you wanted to talk about yesterday or whatever.”

Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. “Yeah. That’s probably a good idea.”

All of a sudden, we didn’t need words. Talking wasn’t going to do shit. We wanted each other, and there was only one thing either of us wanted to do. I made it one step towards her before she grabbed me and pulled me close, and she tilted her head up and murmured the words I’d been waiting to hear.

“Being with you is going to cause trouble,” she said. “But I don’t care…”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

LUCY

I barely got the words out before his mouth was on mine, his wanton need apparent as he pressed his hard body against mine. I moaned and melted into his embrace, and he grabbed the back of my head and held me tight, as if he were afraid he’d lose me if he let go. If this was insanity, then I was happy to be sent packing to a mental asylum…as long as Patrick was there with me.

I ran my hands over him, over his hard chest, his arms, his shoulders. I couldn’t resist him any longer. Every touch reminded me of the last time I’d felt him like this, all the way back in high school, but this time there were none of the negative emotions I’d come to associate with that experience. He groaned, and then we were pulling off clothes and throwing them on the floor with wild abandon. The rest of the world faded away as he kissed my lips, my face, my neck, my chest…God, I’d never felt so alive. In this moment, I didn’t care about our past. I didn’t care if my Dad found out about us. Nothing like that seemed to matter while we were lost in each other.

Patrick’s hand found mine, guiding me onto my bed. The heat from his body radiated onto my skin, and desire clouded my brain, making me dizzy. His lips were on me again; on my neck, my shoulders, my collarbone, and I threw my head back, gasping at the sensation of his hot lips against my skin. Then his mouth moved further down, tongue swirling over my nipples until they stiffened into hard pebbles. I felt a familiar rush of wetness between my legs.

I’d never wanted anything so badly. I needed him.

“Lucy…” he said, coming up for air. “Do you have any condoms?”

“In the drawer,” I replied, nodding my head towards the left bedside table.

He grabbed one and slid it over himself, and I took the opportunity to get up and push him down onto his back. I wanted to be in control this time. With my palms pressed against his hard chest, I looked down at his cock, and my eyes widened as I saw it for the first time in years. It seemed bigger than I remembered, and I pictured taking him in my mouth, but that would have to wait. I wanted him inside me right now, stretching me and filling me up, and he groaned and grabbed my ass as I lowered myself onto him with a gasp.

The expression on his face went from anticipation to unbridled pleasure as I began to ride him, gathering momentum with each movement of my hips, and he let out another deep groan.

“Fuck, Lucy…you’re so tight.”

He pulled me down for another kiss before letting me go, and I began to grind myself against him harder, moaning softly as his groin bumped up against my clit. I rode him for what seemed like an eternity, heat flowing through me and radiating to every inch of my body. This wasn’t the slow, tender lovemaking of romance novels. It was primal, lustful, and oh-so-hot.

I arched my back as he rocked against me, pushing harder and harder inside me, and I clenched my muscles on him, biting my lower lip as my head spun with pleasure. Patrick grabbed my hair and pulled me close to him again as he groaned, and I kept moving against him, dizzy from the waves of approaching pleasure as I drew closer to orgasm.

“Oh…oh, God,” I gasped out. “I’m so close.”

“Good,” he growled into my ear. “Come for me, baby.”

The deep timbre of his voice was enough to push me over the edge, and I screamed as I came, muscles contracting wildly around his cock. He pulled me down on him, hard, making one final thrust inside me before coming as well. Even though he was wearing protection, I could still feel him pulsing and throbbing inside me, and his hands gripped me so tightly that I thought he might bruise me. Our eyes were locked together, and I finally closed mine and collapsed against his chest, pleasurable warmth still radiating through my system.

“Oh my God,” I said, rolling onto my back a moment later. “That was even better than I remember.”

“No shit,” he replied, squeezing my arm. “That was fucking amazing.”

“I didn’t say it was amazing, I just said it was better than I remember,” I teased, flicking him on the chest.

He grinned. “Play nicely.”

“You know I’m kidding,” I said, snuggling into his arms.

“I’m so glad neither of us has to work today,” he said a moment later.

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“So I can do this.”

He rolled over and pinned me to the bed, and I gasped as I realized he was already hard again. I’d forgotten how he seemingly didn’t need any time to recover, and I threw my head back and smiled as the bliss started all over again…