by Emma Vikes
Chapter 4
Britney
I WOKE UP IN MY ROOM, naked and tangled in my sheets. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion and my head throbbed, letting me know that I might have had a tad bit too much alcohol last night. I sat up and held my head in my hands, trying to push through the pain to remember the events of last night. Slowly, images of what had happened unfolded in my head.
Fuck. I just fucked my step-brother.
Oh, holy hell, it made me nauseous.
My phone started to ring, and I picked it up, sighing in relief when I saw it was Lauren. “Hey, Brit! How are you feeling?”
I groaned and laid back down on the bed. “I did something bad last night, Lauren. I need you to come here because I don’t think I have the courage to say it over the phone. Bring donuts.”
After I’d hung up on her, I drank aspirin and took a shower. I closed my eyes as the water hit my head, and my mind then remembered the feel of Patrick’s lips on my shoulders, the tender way he’d kissed me, and the rough way he’d handled me throughout the night. How his lips had felt on mine, how he’d felt inside of me. His hands groping my ass, his hands holding my waist tightly as he’d pounded himself into me. The echo of his balls hitting my ass.
Fuck, even just the thought of it aroused me again.
If there was one man I wanted to have in the entire world, it was Patrick Cunningham, but obviously, he was the very person I could never have. When I came back from Harvard six months ago after graduating with a bachelor's degree, I’d dated and had flings with numerous sons of Upper East Siders just to try to distract myself, hoping that I could find one that I was interested in enough so that I could forget what I felt for Patrick.
Because even though we only stayed under one roof for two years, I managed to fall in love with him in that time. The fact that I already had a crush on him didn’t help either.
The doorbell rang, and I opened it to be met by Lauren on the other side, carrying donuts and Starbucks. "I had sex with Patrick."
She almost dropped the things she’d brought as she stared at me wide-eyed. I immediately took the coffees from her and walked to the kitchen with her following close behind. “What the fuck did you just say, Britney?”
I leaned my back against the counter and ran a hand through my wet hair. “I had sex with Patrick last night. Fuck, I don’t know what happened, Lauren!”
“You don’t remember anything? Were you drunk?”
We both pulled up a chair and sat. I rested my elbows on the counter and buried my head in my hands. “We had a few more drinks when we got here. I asked him to stay, Lauren. I shouldn’t have, knowing my feelings for him.”
Lauren sighed and shook her head at me. She was aware of what I felt for Patrick, of the age-old crush I had on him. She'd been my best friend since I was seven and she knew that from the time Patrick and I’d bumped into each other when I was eight and he was ten, that I'd been crushing on him hard ever since. "This is all kinds of wrong, Britney. But to be honest, you're only siblings on paper. You aren't blood-related, so it isn't entirely incest."
I looked up at her and groaned. “I know but do you know what this does to me? I’m only going to want him more now that I’ve had a taste of him. I can’t stop remembering what it felt like, Lauren. Never, in all the times I’ve had sex, have I relived the memory of it. And how the hell am I gonna face him now?”
Lauren shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe you can act like you were too drunk to think things through, that your actions were done because of your intoxication.”
My phone began to ring, and I grabbed it from the corner of the counter where I had placed it before I’d answered the door. My eyes widened when I saw who it was. Lauren glanced at it, and her eyes widened too. "Wow, speak of the devil, and he shall give you a call."
“I’m not gonna answer this!”
Lauren pushed the phone closer to me. “Answer the damn call, Britney.”
“Why should I?”
“Because you’re acting like this whole situation is really affecting you and trying to hide from the other party will get you nowhere. Act as if nothing happened!”
I stared at the phone and Lauren huffed, pressed answer and put it on speaker phone so both of us could hear. “Hello?”
Lauren kicked my foot, and I let out a small scream. "Damn it. Hi, Patrick.”
She smirked and mouthed ‘you’re welcome’ to me and opened the box of donuts she’d brought and began to eat breakfast. “Hey, uh, I just wanted to check if you’re alright.”
He sounded so unsure, and that was surprising. One of the things I adored about him was his confidence. “I’m fine. What’s with the call?”
"I just wanted to check on you," he replied, and after a beat, he added, "and I was wondering if we could meet for dinner tonight? We can order in and stay at your place, but if you want to eat outside, I don't mind."
I looked at Lauren and she stared at me with the same shock painted in her brown eyes. I mouthed to her, “Is this real?”
She dramatically shrugged at me and then motioned for me to answer Patrick. “Umm, I’m busy. I have a thing with Lauren tonight.”
“What?” Lauren said, the surprise so clear in her voice.
I placed a hand on the mouthpiece of my phone and said in a low voice, “I don’t know how to face him, Laur!”
“You’re Britney Baldwin, you’re sassy and confident. You got this!” she whispered back.
“Britney?” Patrick's voice floated in the room, and I groaned in annoyance. But then he spoke again, "If that's the case then okay, it’s fine. I guess I’ll see you on Sunday for brunch.”
He hung up, and I let my head hit the counter as I groaned in annoyance. "I can't face him, Laur.”
I felt a hand on my head, gently caressing me. “You’re gonna figure this out, Brit. But I know you can face him with the same kind of confidence that you always do. You’re Britney Baldwin, after all.”
I raised my head to meet her gaze. “You have such faith in me.”
She laughed. “But let’s be real, I have a feeling that Patrick likes you too.”
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion and I shook my head. “Uhh, he and Kath are meant to be together.”
Lauren rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone. "Sometimes Alex logs in on my phone and doesn't log out of his account, so it's easier for him to just switch it when he needs to use mine. There are some chats here from Patrick a month ago, at that party we attended when you looked smoking hot. I never really brought this up with you because I thought you were serious about Morgan."
“I thought so too,” I replied, shaking my head. “But I wasn’t even that heartbroken when I found him cheating on me. All I felt was just plain betrayed, another guy dating me because of my last name.”
Lauren slid her phone closer to me. “Well, I think I might know a guy who wants to date you, but certain circumstances force him not to.”
My eyes fell on the private chat messages between Alex and Patrick.
Patrick: Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about her, man. She looked so fucking amazing tonight. All I could think about every time my eyes landed on her was how much I wanted her bent down in front of me and my dick ramming inside of her.
Alex: She’s your stepsister.
Patrick: And I badly want to fuck her. God, I want her Alex. I never wanted anyone as much as I want her.
My mouth dropped open as I looked at Lauren. She shrugged. "I know. There's more of that, but it’s pretty much the same thing. He wants you. He’s wanted you for a very long time, Brit. So maybe last night happened not only because you wanted it to happen.”
“But because he wanted it too,” I whispered, “Fuck. What does this mean then?”
Lauren looked at me, her kind brown eyes encouraging. “You’re going to talk to him, Brit.”
I heeded Lauren’s advice. I sent Patrick a text and told him that Lauren had to take a raincheck on what we were supposed to do tonight and told
him to come over with Chinese takeout. I was a nervous wreck as I waited for him and I couldn’t stop calling Lauren to calm me down. I wished I’d invited her and Alex over. At least it would have extinguished some of the awkward tension that I felt.
Around 6:30, I heard the door open. He must’ve remembered the password from last night. Patrick came in with a bag of takeout in his hands. “Hey, I hope you don’t mind that I let myself in. I sort of wanted to see if I remembered the password you punched in last night.”
I nodded my head, wondering if he purposely stored the knowledge in his head for future use. I didn’t bother setting the table for us to eat but unloaded the bag he’d put at the counter. My heart dropped at the sight because he’d ordered all of my favorites. “You remembered.”
Patrick looked away and shrugged. "Our parents left us at home so much in those two years. It was the only time we were given the privilege to eat what we wanted, and you always loved Chinese."
The silence that surrounded us as we ate was deafening, but I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say or if I was supposed to open the topic of what had happened last night. Patrick didn't seem to mind the silence as he focused on his food. I couldn't help but notice that something seemed to be bothering him though because he couldn’t really sit still. His eyebrows scrunched together, something that always meant he had something on his mind.
“Do you remember when one of us threw a party when mom and Chris were out of town and when it had ended...”
“We ended up ordering Chinese takeout after we’d cleaned up, every time.”
Patrick laughed, and the sound of it warmed my heart like it always did. “My mother makes such absurd rules over parties. It’s not like she cleans up after the ones she throws.”
I couldn’t help but smile. It had been Lara’s rule when we’d all moved in together a month before their wedding. She talked to Patrick and I and acknowledged that we were young and in high school and that parties were a part of our teenage lives. I’d always thought it was pretty cool of her to let us throw parties whenever we wanted, even when she and Dad were in town. But the cleaning up part - without staff, I might add - was ridiculous. By the time that the last person had left and Patrick had handed me a trash bag and broom, I always felt like my biggest nightmare had come to life: cleaning.
“At least she made me tolerate cleaning. If she didn’t do that, I’m not sure how I would’ve survived college with only myself and no maids to clean up after me.”
Patrick had gone quiet after my statement, and he was staring at me. It wasn't like his gaze was uncomfortable, but there was a flicker in his eyes that made me feel self-conscious. "I had to restrain myself whenever we had parties. I had to make sure I was surrounded by girls so I wouldn't do something that would create controversy."
I looked up at him and met his bright green eyes. “What are you trying to say?”
“Sometimes I wished both of us were in the same room, drinking way too much and gravitating towards each other, and then blame it on the alcohol.” Patrick’s voice was so soft that if it was tangible, it would’ve been silk and velvet. “Last night, I realized we didn’t need to be that drunk to succumb to our desires. I wanted last night to happen, Britney. I’m not gonna blame it on the alcohol.”
“I’ve wanted you for a very long time, Britney.”
I could see it in his eyes. I could see the sincerity and hear the genuineness of his words. My heart melted, and if he was going to kiss me, I wouldn’t have stopped him. But there was a part of me, the rational part, that told me that I couldn’t do this to my father, that I couldn’t stain the name that he’d worked his entire life to build. I couldn’t do that to him.
"We can't be together, Patrick." My voice sounded so weak, and I hated it. "Last night was a mistake."
The flicker of pain in his eyes tore at my heartstrings. “Did it feel like a mistake to you, Britney?”
He stood up and walked over to my side. He was so close now that if he took a step closer or leaned an inch nearer, our skin would be against each other’s and there would be no stopping the spark of electricity of our desire. “Patrick, we can’t do this.”
His hand reached and touched my face. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted you, dreamed of you, and satisfied myself with other girls because I could never have you?” He crouched so that our faces were level with each other’s. “I want this, Britney. All you have to do is push me away if you really don’t.”
And then he kissed me, hot and wet and urgent and every barrier that I’d tried to build just crashed down. Just like last night, I was a prisoner to my lust and desire, and I responded with the same kind of urgency that Patrick possessed. It didn't take long for him to rip my clothes apart, and for me to unbutton his jeans and pull them down.
I broke the kiss and knelt in front of him, my hands immediately wrapping around his erect dick. Fuck, he was so big, just as big as I’d always imagined he would be. Last night I wasn’t given this chance. Last night happened way too fast. I didn’t want this time to be the same. I popped his dick into my mouth, my teeth slowly grazing his thick cock. He moaned at the contact.
“Yes, fuck, Britney, that feels so fucking good.”
I sucked him slowly, the way I’d always imagined I would. I peeked up at him and saw that his eyes were closed as he relished the sensation. “Fuck, do it faster.”
Chuckling softly, I did as he asked, sucking and lapping up the pre-cum that was on his head. God, he tasted so good. His hand was gripping my head, guiding me to do it faster and deeper until I could feel him at the back of my throat. I'd never deep-throated anyone before, but I’d always imagined doing it to Patrick.
Soon, he exploded in my mouth, and I swallowed without gagging. His hands were on my face as he dragged me back up, his mouth on mine as soon as our faces were level. He lifted me up to sit on the counter, pushing away the boxes of Chinese to give us more room. His forehead was against mine when he said, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you senseless, Britney. I wanted to kill Morgan every time he boasted of how good you felt during sex. I wanted to skin him alive. Green was never my color.”
My nails grazed his face, the stubble on his chin. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Without warning, he rammed his dick into my pussy, the feel of his thick cock consuming me. My eyes closed in pleasure as he continued to thrust inside of me, harder and faster and, I swear - I fucking swear - if he’d continued with the roughness, I would have bled. But I didn’t care. I wanted this. I wanted it rough and hard and deep.
I wanted it done with him.
We were two young people disregarding who we were supposed to be in each other’s lives, giving in to the desire that we’d felt since we were young. I clung tightly onto him as he continued to thrust inside of me, and my other hand gripped the edge of the counter because his brute force threatened to knock me down.
We rode our climax together, and after a few minutes of gathering ourselves, our bodies gravitated back towards each other, no more questions asked or any further discussion about what we were getting ourselves into.
Scandal or not, I couldn’t care less. There was nothing more I wanted than Patrick Cunningham.
Chapter 5
Patrick
THIS WAS THE SECOND time I’d woken up in Britney's apartment, naked and asleep beside her. But this time around, I was more than aware of what had happened between us. There had been no alcohol involved this time around, and we were both truly aware of what we had done. I think I was more aware than her because I’d been sent by my mother to do her bidding.
I shouldn’t have agreed with mom about this. It didn’t seem right, manipulating Britney and Chris this way. But I wanted the position too. There was nothing more I’d ever dreamed about than running Stocks on my own. The only thing that rivaled that desire was my want for Britney, and if being with her and having her fall in love with me meant that she would probably leave everything in my capable hands...
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nbsp; It was hitting two birds with one stone. How could I say no to that?
Beside me, Britney began to stir. I watched her. I couldn't help myself. She had the profile of an angel. I'd never desired any girl as much as I did her. No amount of satisfaction from someone else could make me forget her. Slowly, her eyes began to open, and I sucked in a breath when I saw the golden green orbs that I'd always wanted to see first thing in the morning.
“Good morning,” I whispered and kissed her lips gently.
I waited for her to push me away, to tell me again that last night was a mistake, but she didn't. Instead, I received a lazy smile in return. "Hello."
She snuggled closer to me; her leg wrapped around mine as she rested her head on my chest. I kissed the top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of mist and roses. “This should’ve been the way we woke up yesterday had I not left early.”
She looked up at me. “Why did you leave early?”
I shouldn’t have brought it up. But this was a better conversation than immediately discussing what was going on between the two of us. “I had a few things to deal with early in the morning. Breakfast meeting.”
With my mother who happened to be her step-mother, who actually pushed me into letting this happen. “Okay. Do you have anything that needs to be done today?”
I shook my head. “No, why?”
She grinned and then looked down my body. I followed her gaze and chuckled when I noticed my morning wood. She returned her gaze to my face and smirked. “Let me fix that for you.”
Britney pulled away the covers from our bodies and then straddled me. Her gaze was focused on my hard dick, and she leaned down and kissed the head, making me even more erect. She chuckled to herself as she noticed my reaction. She pulled her head to the side as she opened her mouth and began to suck me like she did last night, only slower this time like she had all the time in the world, like we had all the time in the world to do this.
I liked that idea.
