Unleashed (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (107 page)

We take a taxi to the fight. Cassie is with me, and her father is with us.

My mother didn’t come – she couldn’t bear to. She stayed at the hotel to pack, to get ready to leave. A room freed up, and she took it.

Cassie takes my hand, and holds it tight. Her father looks at our clasped hands, then at her, and then at me.

I meet his eyes with a steely stare. He doesn’t dare to say anything.

I look at Cassie, but her eyes are turned toward the window. She’s watching a drizzly night in London creep by. We’re stuck in traffic, but it’s not far.

Wind blows in through the open window, whips Cassie’s hair into my face. I catch her scent, that perfect smell. She’s not wearing any fragrance tonight, it’s just
her
. I love it. I love every bit of it. I want that smell every single day.

It’s strange how people so different, so opposed, can come together, but here we are. At one point Cassie and I were opponents, trading barbs while she did her best to resist me.

But now, we’re sitting together in silence, holding hands, joined by more than just attraction, a deeper bond.

I remember her words, when she said she wished her dad had never gone to Vegas so that none of this would have ever happened.

I don’t look back at the past and try to imagine rewriting it. That’s not my style. But if I did, is it crazy that I don’t know if I’d agree with her?

Because if everything was different, then maybe
we’d
be different.

Oh, sure, I’d still have her. I’d have had her on the beach, if not that day, then another.

But it might be different.

I’ve already got a plan for what’s going to happen after I win this fight. Kyle can fuck off back home. Mom will annul the marriage, and go back to her home. She’ll have some money to take home as well, more than enough to set her up for the rest of her life.

Cassie and I will no longer be stepbrother and stepsister.

And we’ll go on a holiday, wherever she wants to, just her and me. I’ll make her scream and curse every morning, night, and afternoon. I’ll rock her body with pleasure, make her feel special, because she’s the only one that’s worth it, the only one I want. I’m the only man good enough for her.

She grips my hand harder. She’s chewing her lower lip, and distantly picking at her cuticles. Our taxi gets to
The Spotted Hen
, and we all walk in, me in the lead, past the bouncers.

“Good luck, mate,” one of them says to me as I pass him. “Kaminski’s a right bell-end. Hope you fuck him up.”

I don’t look at him. We walk down the staircase, across the floor. I look at the cage; new lights have been set up above it.

We go into the back, into the changing room, and there I dump my bag, stop Kyle from coming in, and close and lock the door.

I kiss Cassie hard against the lockers, then hold her face in my hands. She licks her lips, and I want to taste her saliva so I kiss her again, suck on her tongue, smell her breath, so close, so intimate, everything I want and need.

“Don’t you think you shouldn’t waste your energy on this before a fight?” she asks me.

“Tease me,” I growl at her. “Turn me on, bring me right to the edge.”

She cocks an eyebrow up. “Why?”

“Testosterone,” I tell her. “Get it pumping. I’ll need it for the fight.”

“That works?”

“Yeah,” I tell her. “It’s not you, it’s biological.”

It takes her a moment to get it, but when she does, she sends a hand down to my cock and balls, grips them hard through my pants.

“You sure you want to mess with me right now, Chance?”

I grin at her. “You don’t have to worry. You know you can make me hard with just a look.”

She comes in close to me, puts her lips by my ear. “And you can make me wet with just a look.”

Hearing her say it sends shivers down my body. My cock gets harder, blood surges south, and a lucid, charged lust overtakes my consciousness.

“You can make me come with just a finger,” she continues, and she traces my ear with her tongue. “And you can make me scream with that huge fucking cock of yours.”

I can’t take it anymore. Hearing her talk to me like this is just too much. I crush my lips against hers, press her hard into the lockers, and she frantically works my belt, gets it undone, and rips my pants apart.

My bulge is prominent through my underwear, a wet mark already there from my pre-cum. She cups me, strokes me, starts to jerk my curled cock through the fabric.

“You can’t finish me,” I tell her, breathing hard. I’m so wound-up, so horny from all the working out I’ve been doing all week, combined with the stress.

God, I’d give anything to release it now, all over Cassie’s sexy, beautiful face. But that would just ensure my losing in the cage.

“I know the meaning of tease,” she says, giving me an ‘
are you serious?’
look. She pushes me off her, takes off her coat, lays it down on the bench, and then presses her back against the lockers and puts her arms above her head.

She’s wearing just a tank top and simple black bra, and she looks drop-dead gorgeous. I know an invitation when I see one.

I bury my face in her neck, smell her and love it, kiss across her collar bone, her shoulder. I hold her hands above her, and with my other hand unhook her strapless bra, pull it out the bottom of her tank.

I squeeze her breasts hard, tweeze and pull at her nipples, pull moans and groans from her mouth. I undo the button to her jeans, push my hand down her belly and inside, cup her sex, feel her so hot down there already, feel her so wet.

“Let me tease you,” she says, before leaning forward and kissing me. I let her hands go while we kiss, while our tongues dance, and she sends her hands south, pulls me out of my underwear, begins to jerk me with both hands.

I kiss her feverishly, one hand on her breast, the other in her underwear, rubbing her clit. Her breathing’s getting faster, and she’s starting to moan more, and she breaks the kiss and looks out of exasperated eyes at me.

“How am I supposed to… to tease you,” she hisses, her eyes falling shut, her head lolling back as I push a finger inside her tightness. She’s struggling to find the words, her lips are slightly parted, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I take her bottom lip into mine, kiss her, lick her, devour her. The feel of her warm breath on me is so heady and intimate, it just drives me fucking nuts.

“How can I tease you,” she tries again, her hands slowing down around my cock. “If I can’t concentrate.”

“It turns me on to make you feel good,” I tell her, and I push a second finger inside her. She grips onto my cock hard, moans as I finger her, play her like an instrument.

I work her clit at the same time, finger her hard and fast, bring her racing forward. I feel her tighten up, feel her get hotter, wetter around my fingers.

“Yes,” she breathes, opening her legs wider for me. She’s leaning against the lockers, still gripping onto my manhood, but squeezing it now, not jerking it.

I finger her like I did at the beach, lean forward and claim her lips in mine. She moans into my mouth and I love that. She sends her tongue into my mouth, and I love that.

“Oh, fuck,” she hisses, squeezing me even tighter. She’s panting, writhing, and with my spare hand I pull down the sides of her jeans, her underwear.

She helps me urgently, wriggles out of them clamps onto my back when I get closer to her, when I lower myself.

“Don’t come,” she whispers into my ear. I pull my fingers from her, place the tip of my cock at her entrance and drive myself inside her, lifting her up against the lockers.

She lets out a loud cry of bliss, and I fuck her, pull her hips toward me to meet my every thrust.

“Hold onto my neck,” I tell her, leaning back.

I bury my fingers in my mouth, lick all of her sex off them, and all I want is more of her. I send my hand in between us, start to finger her clit.

“Louder,” I tell her, holding her face with my other hand, forcing her to look at me, forcing her to moan into my face.

I kiss her, fuck her, finger her. The sounds of our sex bounce off the walls.

“Shit,” she growls, eyes growing wide. “Like that.”

“I know.”

“Don’t stop.”

“I never do.”

I see it in her eyes, feel it in her body. That big ball of pressure is growing. I race her right to the top, don’t pause, don’t stop, send her over the edge.

“FUCK!” she wails, nails digging into me, coming hard all over my cock. I drive her through it, keep going, and her whole body is tight and tense with pleasure.

I can feel her tightness around my manhood, and fucking hell I’m so damn close to blowing my load inside her.

But then she’s coming down, shuddering, shaking, knees week. We drop to the floor, she on top of me, me still inside her, and she straddles me before falling onto my chest, heaving, panting.

“Oh fuck that was good,” she breathes into my ear. I kiss her, smell her, lick up the sheen of sweat on her neck.

I love every inch of this girl.

A closed fist bangs against the door, and a voice booms through, startling Cassie.

“Chance Hudson, ten minutes!”

She climbs off me quickly, and I sit up, groaning, more sexually frustrated than I can ever remember being.

My cock is still hard as fucking steel, and looking down at myself, seeing her cum all over me, just frustrates me more.

Cassie’s busy getting her jeans and bra back on again, and I’m just standing around with a boner that won’t go away.

“I might have to tape this fucking thing to my leg,” I tell her.

She grins. “You said you wanted to be teased.”

My heart is racing, and I know being this wound-up is giving me an extra reserve of strength, of determination. It’s making me feel more aggressive.

Cassie opens my bag, and pulls out my tape, my compression shorts.

“Come on,” she says. “You’d better get changed.”

I step toward her, bring her close to me, hold her tight against me, my manhood hard and awkward in between us.

I smell her again behind her ear, smell her hair, kiss her neck, then take her lips into mine in a long, slow kiss, one I never want to break free of.

I need her taste on my tongue, her smell in my mind, when I’m in that cage.

She’s what I’m fighting for, and every second I’m reminded of it only makes me stronger.

When our kiss breaks, her eyes are red. I smirk at her.

“The hell you about to cry for? I’m going to win this fight.”

“I know,” she says, running her hands over my chest. “Just try not to get hurt too badly.”

“I almost came inside you, you know.”

“I know,” she says.

“Your dad will have heard us.”

She laughs. “Like I fucking care anymore.”

I grin.

I turned a good girl bad.