Stepbrother Romance Complete Series Page 3

  His shoulders lowered as if he’d let out a heavy sigh then he reached for something up near the pillow on my bed. It wasn’t until he’d lifted the item that I could see he held the pink, silk negligee I sometimes wore to bed. I stared, unable to believe what I was witnessing as he closed his eyes, lifted it to his nose and inhaled. I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart beating frantically against my ribcage.

  Was he breathing in my scent?

  The scene before me was so erotic that my nipples hardened to stiff peaks and pussy lips clenched together tightly. Wetness pooled from my core. I couldn’t resist reaching a hand inside my sweatpants, my fingers quickly finding my clit. I needed relief from the sudden ache, but even as I touched myself, I wished it was Neal’s fingers on me instead of my own. Mine would have to do.

  Neal threw my nightdress down onto the bed then walked out of the room. It took a couple of minutes before he reappeared in his own room and I waited impatiently for his return. My breath stuttered when he entered and my pussy clenched at the sight of him. He strode to the window then threw his head back, his eyes closed and stayed like that a moment, a small smile playing on his full lips. It appeared as it might have if he was outside on a summer’s day enjoying the warmth of the sun on his face, but it was gone seven in the evening and already dark.

  When he opened his eyes again, he looked out across the yard, his gaze passing over the treehouse and I froze, convinced he could see me sitting there with my hand down my pants, watching him. But then he turned, tilting his head from side to side like he was trying to relieve the tension in his neck.

  I was fascinated by his movements—as graceful and lithe as a panther. As I continued to watch him, I resumed my ministrations, rolling the firm little nub of my clit between my fingers, making me moan. It always felt good to touch myself and it was usually to fantasies of Neal, but it felt even better to do it when I was looking directly at him. The building tension that seemed to start at the base of my spine grew stronger with each passing second. I was so turned on I could barely see straight, but I managed to keep my gaze on Neal as he began to take off his clothes.

  At first, he had his back to me, but then he turned around, giving me what I needed. When he lifted the tight black t-shirt over his head revealing his smooth wide chest and washboard abs, I sped up the movement of my fingers, my bottom lip pulled in between my teeth. Seeing him undress like this would have been more than enough to send me over the edge under normal circumstances, but combined with the memory of him smelling my negligee made me out of my mind with desire. I wanted him so badly my need was like a physical thing.

  Overheated now, I pulled down the thin strap of my top then rolled one of my nipples between my finger and thumb, my back arching as if by its own volition. As his jeans hit the floor, my chest heaved up and down, my breath coming in short, sharp pants. I moved my finger from my clit and slid it lower, down through the soaking wet folds of my pussy.

  I might still be a virgin, but I’d been pleasuring myself for years and knew exactly what I liked that would always guarantee to tip me over the edge. I slid a couple of fingers inside my tight channel and the squelchy sound they made as they entered me further fuelled my burning need.

  It was a good thing that I didn’t have the light switched on inside the treehouse because I could imagine the picture I would have made. What would Neal have thought if he saw me rubbing frantically on my clit as I watched him undress? Would he hate me for objectifying him like that or would it turn him on to know that he turned me on?

  I had too many questions and not nearly enough answers. The need in me was rising above and beyond all reason. I’d abandoned my stiff, responsive nipples in favor of my over-sensitive clit. I stroked it with purpose as I slid my fingers in and out of my wet hole. I went faster and harder each time, wishing, not for the first time that it was his cock that was fucking me instead of my fingers.

  Neal reached down and palmed his dick through his briefs and a gasp slipped from my lips. If he started working his cock now I wouldn’t last a second longer. I was sure of it. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his underwear just as he lifted his head to look out the window.

  When he pulled down his boxers, I swear that our gazes met and it was all too much for me. I came hard, unable to stop the torrent of emotion that poured out of me through my release. I gritted out his name—the sound of it intensifying my orgasm. The relief was immense. I managed to keep my eyes open as I shuddered through the almost violent tremors, but I think they must have become blurry. There was no other explanation because as I crested the wave of my release, I could have sworn that Neal looked directly at me through the window, and winked.

  Chapter Four

  “Don’t forget to lock the doors at night,” my stepmom said as she whizzed past me with her arms full of clean clothes. “And make sure you set the alarm.”

  She disappeared into her bedroom without waiting for a reply. I rolled my eyes at her fussing. She always behaved like this before she and my dad went away for the weekend. But this was going to be different from the other times they’d gone away and left Zoey and me alone. This time I was going to make my stepsister mine in every conceivable way, consequences be damned. I was tired of wanting—tired of waiting. I wasn’t going to waste another minute, not when I was ninety-nine percent sure that Zoey wanted me in the same way that I wanted her.

  Last night after I’d come home, I’d gone into Zoey’s room to find her. I’d decided to talk to her about this attraction between us—about her reaction at the diner when she’d seen Cassie holding my hands. I didn’t believe it was as simple as her wanting someone better for me. There was more to it than that. I hadn’t imagined the way she’d looked at me or the reaction she’d had when I’d come so close to kissing her.

  Zoey hadn’t been in her room so I shouted downstairs to ask my dad where she was only to discover she’d gone out to the treehouse. I knew there was a perfect view from the treehouse to our bedrooms because I’d spent many a night sitting out there watching Zoey stretched out on her bed with her earphones on, listening no doubt to all those cheesy pop songs she loved so much.

  Zoey would always lay flat on her stomach, her pert little ass lifted in the air as if in invitation. I’d jacked off dozens of times to that image—imagining pressing her down to the mattress as I pushed my cock between her thighs and into her little virgin pussy. I’d lain awake at night wondering how tight she would feel wrapped around me and if she’d push back onto my dick, begging me for more. Fuck, I could hardly wait to get inside her.

  If Zoey had been watching our rooms then she’d have seen me pick up the pink nightdress she looked hot as hell in and raise it to my nose. The heady scent of her perfume covered the silky material and it made my dick ache just breathing it in. When I found out she was in the treehouse, I’d decided to put on a strip show, for her eyes only. I wanted her to look at me—to see me in a sexual way—not just as the stepbrother who used to tease her about her pigtails.

  I’d walked to the window and closed my eyes, a smile on my lips as I imagined her sitting in the treehouse watching my every move. I couldn’t resist checking. I swept my gaze over the yard and with it the treehouse and sure enough there she was. I couldn’t make out all of her because it was dark outside, but she wore a white top that stood out against the darkness inside.

  I began to strip for her, giving her my back at first. I wondered if she was willing me to turn around. I did soon enough and when I got as far as my briefs, I palmed my cock over the material which, by this stage in the proceedings was rock hard with the thought of Zoey watching me. As I took off my briefs, I lifted my head and found the shape of her once again in the treehouse window. She seemed closer now. I chuckled to myself, pleased with my newfound game then I winked wanting her to know that I knew she was watching and that I liked it.

  Our parents would be gone by early afternoon. As soon as Zoey got home from school, she didn’t stand a chance. I was g
onna make her mine.

  When I got downstairs, my dad was tucking into a large plate of bacon and pancakes, on what was likely his third cup of coffee already.

  “Morning,” he greeted in between mouthfuls.

  “Hey.”

  I sat down at the same time that Zoey walked into the room.

  “Morning, kiddo,” My dad said.

  I hated when he called her that. She wasn’t a kid anymore. She was eighteen years old, only a couple of years younger than me.

  She mumbled a quiet hello to my dad, but she wouldn’t meet my gaze. I waited for her sit down and pour out a bowl of lucky charms before speaking.

  “Morning, Zoey.”

  This time she did look up, seemingly startled that I’d addressed her directly. As soon as she met my gaze, a deep red flush settled over her cheeks and she quickly averted her gaze. “Morning.”

  “Get up to anything interesting last night?” I asked casually.

  Her mouth fell open and her cheeks become redder still. Yeah. She totally wanted me and I’d bet my life that she was now thinking about the previous evening, just as I was. I wondered if she was picturing me naked. I chuckled and picked up a piece of toast.

  “What’s amused you?” my father asked.

  I shrugged. “Nothing, just remembering something that happened last night.”

  Zoey’s eyes widened and I had to bite my tongue against a lewd remark. She had the most beautiful, expressive eyes. Her entire face, in fact, displayed every emotion clearly. She was like an open book and that made me wonder if she did have feelings for me after all. If so, when had they begun? She’d done a damned good job of hiding them up until now.

  My father went back to reading his newspaper.

  “You have plans tonight?” I asked, pointedly looking at Zoey.

  She shook her head. “No.”

  She did now. With me.

  “Josie’s going out to dinner with her parents,” she added. “It’s their anniversary. I was gonna catch up on some TV.”

  I nodded. “I was thinking about renting a movie. You wanna watch it with me?”

  I’d never seen her look more surprised. I suppressed a chuckle. This was fun.

  “Uh, sure?”

  I took a bite of toast. “Great, I’ll pick something fun.”

  She let out a long suffering sigh. “No more superheroes, Neal. Please.”

  That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but I didn’t tell her that. Let her think she was in for a night of action movies. There’d be action alright, just of a different kind. I couldn’t wait to see her face when she realized what I had in mind.

  Chapter Five

  I packed up my books and practically ran from the class when the bell sounded at the end of last period. I’d nearly had a heart attack that morning when Neal had suggested we watch a movie together, but I hadn’t been able to think about anything else all day. We’d never really done that before. I mean, we’d hung out together with our parents, sure, but we’d never made plans to spend time together. Alone. It kinda felt like a date.

  I was sure that Neal had been teasing me at the breakfast table that morning which had me worrying about what he’d seen me doing in the treehouse. One thing was for sure—he knew that I’d seen him naked and he didn’t seem to mind. I couldn’t get my head around that. If anything, it felt like he was encouraging me. A thought crossed my mind and I stopped dead in the hallway. Had he known I was out in the treehouse? If so then he had to have known that I’d see him undressing. Had the entire thing been a show that he’d put on for my benefit? My heart began hammering in my chest.

  I started walking again, but I was in a daze. All the little things that had happened lately seemed to add up to one thing. Neal wanted me just as much as I wanted him. And tonight we were going to have the house to ourselves. He’d even asked me to stay in and watch a movie with him. I was so excited by the prospect of a night alone with Neal and the possibilities of what could happen between us that I didn’t look where I was going. I walked slap bang into a man’s hard chest, expelling all the air out of my lungs. His arms shot out to steady me when the force of the collision nearly knocked me off my feet.

  “Oh my God,” I said as soon as I was stable. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t…”

  I looked up and straight into the eyes of my English professor, Mr. Peters.

  “Zoey,” he said, a leery smile replacing his initial scowl. “No harm done. Actually, I was hoping I’d catch you.”

  “Oh?”

  He nodded, still gripping my arm from when he’d reached out to steady me. Why did he always feel the need to touch me?

  “It’s about the last paper you turned in. I thought maybe we could have a chat about it. If you’ve got a moment. Maybe we could go to my classro—“

  “What was wrong with my paper?” I interrupted, alarmed.

  “Oh, nothing, nothing,” he said dismissively, his hand sliding up my arm to rest on my shoulder. “Actually it was really rather good. I thought we could talk about how you came to your…”

  “What the hell!”

  I turned and caught the angry expression on my stepbrother’s face.

  “Who’s this?” Neal asked, nodding to my teacher.

  “Uh, this is Mr. Peters,” I introduced. “My English professor. Sir, this is my stepbrother, Neal.”

  Neal’s eyes darkened. “Your teacher? Then what the hell is he doing with his hands on you?”

  Mr. Peters’ pulled his hand away as if only just realizing it was still there. His face paled when he took in Neal’s wide, muscular frame and the menace that was written all over his face. Mr. Peters plastered on a smile that looked as fake as Katy Wilson’s boobs after her surgery last summer.

  “I was just steadying her,” he said through thinned lips. “Zoey nearly took a fall. You do need to be more careful, Zoey. Not looking where you’re going like that could land you in trouble. We’re in the parking lot, after all. You should be thankful it was me you walked into and not the hood of a car.”

  I opened my mouth to reply, but Neal beat me to the punch. He leaned in closer to the professor and the expression on his face darkened.

  “You steadied her. Job done. Afterward you’re supposed to let her go, not run your hand up her arm like a pervert.”

  Mr. Peters’ jaw tightened. “I can assure you this was just a misunderstanding,” he bit out. “Nothing more.”

  “Well you’d better see to it that it doesn’t become anything more,” Neal retorted. “Because I’m sure you don’t want the school board to question you about your misunderstanding.”

  A look of disdain flashed across the teacher’s face, but it disappeared almost as quickly as it came.

  “See you in class, Zoey,” he said sharply then turned on his heel and strode purposefully to his car. He didn’t look back.

  I stared at him in shock. I had no idea what to say. Neal had acted like a jealous boyfriend, but the truth is I’d always felt uncomfortable with the way Mr. Peters acted around me and it felt good to have someone put him in his place. I turned to Neal to give him my thanks, but the look of fury on his face stopped me in my tracks.

  “How long has that been going on?” Neal asked.

  I screwed my eyebrows together, unsure of what exactly he was asking me. “How long has what been going on?”

  A string of curses fell from his mouth. “Don’t mess with me, Zoey. How long has he been coming onto you like that? Does he do it with the other girls too, or is it just you?”

  I sighed. “I don’t know. Other girls too, I guess. I mean, he’s never really done anything. He’s just overly friendly I guess you could call it.”

  Neal spluttered out a bitter laugh. “Friendly? He was all over you like a rash. I should have knocked him out for even tou—“

  “Neal, please,” I begged, putting a hand on his chest in an effort to get him to calm down.

  I’d seen my stepbrother worked up like this once before and the last time it
had turned into a fight that had resulted in him coming home with two black eyes. His dad had been furious with him for fighting. He’d only calmed down when I told him that Neal had been protecting me. Some boy at the park had tried to bully me and Neal had stepped in. My savior. That had been years ago, but Neal had that same look in his eyes and I realized that once again he was trying to protect me. That made me love him that little bit more.

  I met his gaze and held it. “Don’t go after him. It’s not worth it. I don’t want you to get into trouble over me. I’m fine, I swear.”

  Neal dragged a hand through his thick, dark hair, making it stand on end. “If he ever does that to you again or to any of your friends. I want you to tell me, understand?”

  I nodded my agreement. “I will. I promise.”

  Neal glared at me. “Good. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

  I followed in his wake, feeling suddenly dejected. I’d been looking forward to seeing him again, but this was not how I’d hoped things would go between us. I hated that he was angry with me, but I didn’t know what to say to make it right between us again. I could only hope his mood would improve by the time we got home.

  Chapter Six

  I wanted to punch something. Or someone—namely that sorry excuse for a professor. When I saw the scumbag run his hand up Zoey’s arm I saw red. I still couldn’t believe I’d let him get away with it. I should have knocked him the hell out then and there and asked questions later. Who did the fucker think he was? I’d been trying to calm down ever since Zoey and I got home, but it just wasn’t happening.

  My stepsister might be eighteen now, but he was her teacher. There was a line and he’d crossed it. In the back of my mind, part of me wondered if I was also crossing a line. I was her stepbrother and older than her. I should be protecting her. Was I abusing my position too?