Hitched: A Stepbrother Honeymoon Romance

by Michaela Scott

“Turn around and touch the wall.” I growl, and she immediately complies.

  “Good,” I say, getting up off the ground and sliding my hands in between her open thighs, “Now bend over.”

  Laney’s breathing starts to speed up as she sticks her ass out as far as she can. It takes every last drop of willpower I have left not to fill her up right then and there. But somehow I manage.

  “That’s perfect. Stay right there until I come back.”

  I walk out of the shower and head straight towards the chest of drawers so I can look for a condom. They fucking stuffed an entire drawer in our room, so I’m assuming that they’ll have something for all the horny couples on the cruise.

  And luckily, I’m right. There’s a roll of at least fifteen condoms in the first drawer I open. But it’s what else is in the drawer that really makes things interesting.

  It’s that ridiculous sex toy catalogue from our room. The one that says “Make Tonight Special” on the front with all the pictures of tan couples on the beach inside it. Only, it isn’t just the catalog: There’s something long, thin, and black in here. I open the drawer a little wider so I can get a better look.

  Holy shit. There’s literally a riding crop in here. Royal Shores doesn’t fuck around. I hold back a laugh, pull it out, and test it against my hand. I wonder what the look on Laney’s face would be if I walked back into the shower holding this.

  Then, right when I’m about to put the riding crop back and head back into the shower, foil packet in hand, I get a little glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. I look back at the shower just in time to see the look on Laney’s face as she darts back under the water.

  She was staring right at the riding crop. And you know what? Since she didn’t stay up against the wall like I told her to, I think I’m going to bring it with me after all.

  I walk back towards the open shower, where Laney is facing the wall in the same position I left her in. When she looks back over her shoulder and sees the riding crop in my hand, her breath catches in her throat and she whips her head back around to face the pink tiles of the shower, sticking her ass out even further. I wonder if she knows she’s offering herself up to me, or if her body’s just doing it subconsciously. Either way, I had no idea my stepsister was this fucking kinky. Once we get back to the hotel, I might just have to order every little toy in that fucking catalog and make tomorrow night special, if you catch my drift.

  Laney’s knees start to tremble as I step into the shower with her.

  “Don’t think I didn’t see that, honey. You stuck your head out of the shower.”

  “I heard you going through the drawers, I was just curious— ”

  “Did I tell you that you could move?”

  “Well, no, but— ”

  Laney’s excuse turns into a long, low moan as I touch the riding crop to the back of her thigh.

  “But?” I run the crop slowly and gently up her ass. “I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me again, and you did it anyway. Now stick that curvy ass out at far as you can.”

  Laney gulps and bends all the way over, taking hot, deep breaths as she goes. Something tells me this isn’t going to be much of a punishment for her. I wrap one hand around the side of Laney’s hip, holding her in place as I draw the riding crop back, building up the anticipation as much as possible. I can feel her body clench in response, and when I can tell she’s just about to start begging for it, I bring it down.

  I’ve done a lot of crazy shit in my day, but I’ve never done this before. So when the leather head of the riding crop smacks hard against Laney’s ass and she writhes against the shower wall in absolute ecstasy, it blows my fucking mind. Watching Laney get off to this is probably the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I mean, I was only planning on spanking her a couple times with this thing, but if she’s going to act like that…

  I swing again, and Laney moans even louder. After that, I go all in, swinging the crop against her perfect ass faster and faster, harder and harder. As Laney goes totally over the edge, I slide my hand further around cupping her between her legs so I can feel how much she loves this.

  Then, after a couple of smacks that leave Laney gasping for air, I drop the riding crop on the shower floor and start to spank her with my hand. Laney doesn’t seem to mind, backing up into me a little further every time my palm comes down.

  But something else is happening, and we can both feel it. In my case, I can actually physically feel it down between her legs.

  She’s ready for me.

  I spank Laney one last time and let my hand linger, caressing her as I press my fingers into her wetness. I can practically feel her heart beating out of her chest, and I watch her as she takes a deep breath, bracing herself against the shower wall.

  She turns her head around, wet hair framing her perfect face. “Travis,” she says, her voice low and certain, “I want you to fuck me.”

  And in one second, everything changes. I pounce on Laney like a wild fucking animal, moving so fast that I just barely have time to unwrap the foil and sheath my length before I reach her. Her hips are squirming so bad that I have grab her thighs tight and hold them in place with all of my strength, spreading them open so that I can slide every last inch of myself inside her.

  Laney shudders as I push against her entrance, and I decide to take it nice and slow, sliding in one inch at a time until I’m totally filling her up. By the time I’m all the way in, Laney’s eyes are shut tight and her teeth are biting down hard on her lip, like she can’t even believe it’s finally happening. She can deny it all she wants, but I know this moment used to be her deepest, darkest fantasy.

  But you know what? It’s my fantasy too.

  Once I’m totally inside Laney, I start off kind of gentle. Now, granted, gentle for me isn’t really gentle; it’s what most guys would consider going as hard as they possibly could. But I’m not most guys, and I want to make sure that I’m not hurting Laney. But after 60 seconds of holding back on Laney, I realize she’s fucking insatiable.

  She’s bucking those insane curvy hips up against me as fast as she possibly can, desperately asking for more.

  “Harder,” she moans.

  “Little Miss It’s Too Dangerous wants it harder, huh?” I smack Laney’s ass as I give her a little preview of what harder feels like.

  “She needs it harder!” Laney screams.

  “And what does she need?”

  “She needs your cock!”

  She does, does she? Well she’s about to get it. With one hand on Laney’s shoulder, I take a deep breath and let out my inner animal, fucking her as hard as I possibly can up against the shower wall. I’m so in the zone now that I barely see the look on Laney’s face as I take total control of her body, barely hear the noises of pure fucking pleasure that rise out of her throat, even though they’re loud enough to echo all the way back to Royal Shores, just like I promised. Instead, I’m focusing on one thing and one thing only: giving this girl every last thing I’ve got.

  But it’s still not enough. I’m only giving her 90% right now. To get it all the way up to a hundred fucking fifty, I need to get her into bed. So I pull out, leaving Laney a quivering, aching puddle waiting to be filled again, pick her up, and throw her over my shoulder.

  Then, I step out of the shower and toss her down onto the bed, spreading her legs all the way apart with my hands. This time, I don’t linger; I need to be back inside Laney as soon as possible. So, once her legs are nice and open, I climb on top of her and kiss her while I plunge my cock all the way inside her again.

  And now that I’ve got her right where I want her, I think it’s time to give her every last thing I’ve got. I press my forehead to hers, breathing in every little noise she makes as I thrust into her. And yeah, I was getting into it before, but something about being face to face with Laney just fucking gets to me. I press her down into the bed with my body weight, fucking her until she explodes into a loud, mind-blowing orgasm. And the sight of h
er cute little face as she lets me overcome her…it sends me right over the edge with her. I shudder and hold on tight as my release comes, hard and fast.

  We stay that way for a while, me lying on top of her, both of us breathing like we just ran a marathon. I keep waiting on Laney to jump out of bed and start freaking out about how Nina’s going to kill us, how we just ruined our careers, how this was the worst mistake ever…but she doesn’t. She just keeps looking at me.

  Finally, she speaks up. “Well, I don’t know about you…but after that, I think I need a real shower.”

  “Tell me about it.” I roll off the bed so that Laney can get up, and she stands up on weak legs and walks into the shower, which is still running. A couple seconds later, she sticks her head out, holding the riding crop in one hand. “This is not an appropriate bathroom item.”

  She tosses it over to me, and I put it back in the drawer. Then, after a couple seconds of watching the black water outside the window, I get up off the bed and step into the shower with Laney. She seems totally fine with it, moving the shower head to blast me with water as I walk in.

  I raise my eyebrows at her. “Do I need to go get the riding crop again?” Laney shivers at the memory but doesn’t say anything, going back to cleaning the sex off of her body. I join her under the water, and we stay there for a pretty long time, enjoying the moment.

  What are we now? Who fucking knows. Legally, we’re stepbrother and stepsister. According to some shady casino on the Vegas strip, we’re also husband and wife. We tried to be friends, but that didn’t exactly last, and now? After this? I have no idea.

  All I know is, whatever we are right this second, right here in this shower, on this boat floating in the ocean miles away from everyone else…I think I like it.

  Chapter 17: Laney

  I gasp as my eyes shoot open. Oh God, it was all a dream!

  Oh. Wait. Never mind. As soon as the initial shock passes, I realize that I’m still below deck on the cruise. And Travis is still pretty much on top of me, totally naked. In response to the little jerk I did when I woke up, he cuddles even closer to me, hugging me tight to his muscly body.

  For a second, I thought all of this was some kind of dream, but no. We really did get married and go onto a honeymoon together. And we really did sneak onto a cruise ship. And he really did strip all my clothes off, and his cock really is the biggest I’ve ever seen.

  And he really did fuck me.

  Now, the part with the whipped cream and the blindfold and the parade…that actually was a dream. That didn’t happen. Everything else, though? 100% real.

  I shift in bed a little bit, trying to find a comfier position without waking Travis up, and that’s when I feel it. I’m in pain, but it’s good pain, the kind you get after an intense workout. The muscles in my lower body ache in protest as I stretch them out. They haven’t felt like this since that time I thought I was going to run a 5K. Travis was right: sleep with him, and you’ll be feeling him for days.

  And judging by my inappropriate behavior last night, that’s not all he was right about. And I guess I should be freaking out about sleeping with him…but for some reason, I’m not. I mean, yeah, I had a crush on him before he became my stepbrother, and the entire universe has been conspiring to get us together ever since that night in Vegas. Given the circumstances, it’d be shocking if this didn’t happen. Honestly, it’s a relief not to have to deny being attracted to Travis, especially because I was really bad at lying about it. Now that we acknowledged it and fucked our brains out, maybe we can finally have a reasonable discussion about the way forward? After all, it’s not like we’re going to be fucking like that once we get back to the shore…

  I turn over onto my side, watching Joe’s red fireworks explode in the distance. In response to my shift of position, Travis rolls over and starts spooning me, arms wrapped tight around my body. God, he really doesn’t want to let me go…

  Accepting my fate, I nuzzle closer to him, resting my head on his big tattooed arm as I let the fireworks lull me back to sleep.

  There’s only one problem: Dream Travis is very unhappy with me for waking up, and he thinks I need to be punished for being such a bad girl…

  Chapter 18: Laney

  I have to hold the phone away from my ear because Tori’s laughing so loud. I knew this was going to happen, but I needed advice.

  “Wow, Laney, what an unfortunate accident.”

  “It was!”

  I can practically hear Tori rolling her eyes. “Oh, okay, sure, so it was bad enough that you won an all-expenses-paid vacation to a honeymoon hotel with one of the hottest guys on the planet, but now you’re fucking him? I wish I had your problems.”

  “I’m not fucking him,” I whisper, trying to keep my voice down. I’m out on the balcony for extra privacy, but I definitely don’t want Travis listening in on this conversation. “I fucked him. Once. There’s a huge difference.”

  “Oh, okay, right, because I’m sure you’re not going to fuck him again the second you hang up the phone.”

  “I told you, we were drunk, we had to sleep in the same bed, and everyone around us was having sex, too. We were just getting it out of our system.”

  “Yeah, but you also told me you were positive that nothing would ever happen between you. Personally, I bet that you fuck him again today.”

  Ha. Today? Fat chance. “You’re on. Winner buys the loser drinks for a month?”

  Tori laughs. “Ouch. Get ready to hit the bars, I guess.”

  “We’ll see, won’t we? I guess if you do win, and you won’t, all those drinks will help me forget about Travis after he gets bored of me and picks a new girl.”

  Tori’s quiet for a few seconds. “What makes you think he’s going to pick a new girl?”

  “I mean, he’s Travis. He fucks a different girl every week, right?”

  “Well, have you seen him do that at the hotel?”

  “Uh…no, but-“

  “And have you seen him even look at another girl since you married him?”

  “Well, no, but come on-“

  “Then maybe you’re wrong. Maybe you’re the girl he wants to pick.”

  Tori’s words leave me momentarily speechless. I try to come up with a rebuttal, but I can’t seem to find the words.

  “Maybe he was trying to tell you something when he married you. Or maybe, subconsciously, you were trying to tell you something.”

  “What? No…I…”

  “Makes more sense than drunkenly trying to win a contest so you can get promoted at a job you hate, doesn’t it?”

  I’m quiet for a long time, thinking of some way to respond to that. Before I can, though, my phone beeps in my ear. I’m getting another call. From Anna.

  I’m not sure whether I should be relieved or concerned, but I definitely need to take this.

  “Hey, Tori, my boss is calling, so I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

  “Alright. Let me know when I win the bet.”

  Tori hangs up, and I take a deep breath, trying to get her words out of my mind before I talk to Anna.

  Well, here goes nothing.

  “Hey Anna, what’s up?”

  “Laney, what the hell is going on over there?”

  Uh oh. She sounds mad. “Uh…well…I found out that Jason was here with a date.”

  “Yeah, so did the rest of America. Jason’s social media post has 25 million views since last night, and we could have had the scoop.”

  I knew this was coming as soon as I saw the post last night, but I still wasn’t expecting Anna to be this upset. Wasn’t this just supposed to be a bonus?

  “I almost got the scoop. I tracked him down to a date with his lady friend on a cruise ship…but for some reason he ditched the date, checked out, and posted that message. I thought I had until the end of the week to catch up with him.”

  “Well, that’s all well and good, but what did you actually do to try and sniff him out? Did you get your hands on a guestbook? Did you pre
tend to be a hotel employee and knock on doors? Did you pull the fire alarm like I wanted you to?”

  Wait, that wasn’t a joke? She actually wanted me to do that? “No, I didn’t do any of that stuff…was that really how I was supposed to find Jason? It sounds kind of sleazy.”

  Anna scoffs. “This is Journalism 101, Laney. Those are some of our best methods, the things that give us an edge over the competition. Clearly, I should have given you a crash course in hotel infiltration. Please tell me you’re at least covering the Coconut Classic?”

  “Uh, well, yeah, but its pretty boring so far. Travis says he thinks it’s going to be pretty casual and low-key.”

  There’s a weirdly long pause. “Okay, so you’re not keeping up with the Coconut Classic. I’m starting to think you’d have been more helpful getting me coffee this week. I think we’re going to have a long talk once you get back to LA, but in the meantime, you know what they say: if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.”

  Before I can respond, the line goes dead.

  “Anna?”

  Yep. She hung up. I let out a deep breath and lay my phone down on the balcony. Honestly, that wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. I mean, sure, I’m probably getting fired, and best case scenario I’m a coffee wench for the foreseeable future, but it didn’t really feel as bad as I was expecting. After all, if this is a job where my boss wants me to pull a fire alarm at a honeymoon hotel so I can catch a celebrity with his secret girlfriend, then Travis is right. I do deserve better.

  I look down at my phone, feeling a strange mixture of good and bad for a couple seconds, and then I decide that the best thing for me to do is put Jason and Anna and my crappy job out of my head. In a place like this, it shouldn’t be too hard.

  Since Travis is heading off to the track to practice for the Coconut Classic, I’ll probably just hit the beach, maybe hit the cheesecake bar afterwards, and in a couple hours, I’ll be so tan and full of cheesecake that I won’t even care about Anna and her stupid tabloid blog.