Wrong to Love You: Strong Brothers Book 3

by Ajme Williams

  Wrong to Love You

  Strong Brothers Book 3

  Ajme Williams

  Copyright © 2020 by Ajme Williams

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers only.

  All characters are 18+ years of age and all sexual acts are consensual.

  Contents

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  Prologue: Jess

  1. Carter

  2. Jess

  3. Carter

  4. Jess

  5. Carter

  6. Jess

  7. Carter

  8. Jess

  9. Carter

  10. Jess

  11. Carter

  12. Jess

  13. Carter

  14. Jess

  15. Carter

  16. Jess

  17. Carter

  18. Jess

  19. Carter

  20. Jess

  21. Carter

  22. Jess

  23. Carter

  24. Jess

  25. Carter

  26. Jess

  27. Carter

  28. Jess

  29. Carter

  30. Jess

  31. Carter

  32. Jess

  33. Carter

  34. Jess

  Epilogue: Jess - Six Months Later

  Excerpt: Hate to Love You

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  We kept love out of it.

  We kept our names out of it.

  And we also kept drama out of it.

  …Or so I thought!

  I met a mysterious stranger on a magical cruise.

  His touch gave me the butterflies.

  I would immediately go weak in the knees.

  But it was all temporary.

  One week. That was the deal.

  That week turned into four years of raising a kid alone.

  A son that reminds me of him and one that he knows nothing about.

  These years have changed me.

  But my mysterious stranger is still the same.

  How do I know?

  He just showed up at my client’s home.

  Seeing his face has turned my world upside down.

  This can’t be a coincidence.

  The universe is playing a sick game with me.

  So… will I win, or will I lose?

  Prologue: Jess

  When I was in high school, my girlfriends and I used to have sleepovers where we would dream up these romantic scenarios in which we were swept off our feet by a handsome, rich man who would love us forever, and want to give us the world. We’d watch romcoms and read romance novels, swooning over all the grand gestures and romantic bits. While we had a sense that these dreams were unrealistic fantasies, there had always been a part of us that hoped maybe fairytales did come true.

  Of course, real life has proven that fairy tales only happen in the movies and books. Still, that didn't prevent me from engaging in a ship board romance with the stunning, and clearly rich, Carter. I thought my luck had been great when I won this trip as the hundred and seventh caller on the radio contest, but meeting Carter on the first day and spending this week with him, well that was the greatest luck of all.

  I met Carter the first day of the cruise as I lounged by the pool. We struck up a conversation, and while sparks were zapping inside of me the whole time, I didn't think it was the same for him. He was wildly sexy with his blonde hair and gray eyes, and there was an air about him that suggested he came from money, so I was sure he was out of my league, and just being nice, as we sat drinking virgin drinks by the pool.

  Later that night, I ran into him at the bar, and we ended up having dinner together, and then going dancing. I wasn't a woman prone to clubbing or hooking up with men I didn't know, but had he asked me back to his cabin that night, or suggested that he come into mine, I would've let him. I was on a once-in-a-lifetime cruise, so I was going to soak up the experience.

  The next day, I tried to be nonchalant, but the truth was I was looking for him when I went to the breakfast buffet. I was standing in line by the fruit section, when I saw him sitting in the outside dining area talking to another woman. Of course, I was jealous, even though it was silly to be. He wasn't mine.

  Disappointed, I turned back to fill my plate with fruit, and made my way along the buffet picking up a muffin and some yogurt.

  "You always sleep in late?"

  I jumped at the voice behind me, and then smiled because I recognized it. "I'm on vacation."

  "Yeah, but you should enjoy it, not sleep through it."

  He was right of course. Once I had my food, he poured himself more coffee and came to sit with me at a table. I was curious about the woman he'd been talking to before, but of course I didn't want to give away that I was jealous, so I didn't ask.

  After breakfast, we parted ways again, until we both showed up at the pool. It wasn't until we ran into each other at the bar that night that we each admitted that we'd been hunting for the other because we were enjoying each other's company. After that, we were pretty much inseparable.

  We toured all the spots in Mexico together, and during the times we were on the ship. We would hang out at the pool, play shuffleboard, and we even spent some time in the casino, where I discovered Carter had a thing for numbers as he helped me improve my odds of winning at the blackjack table. Walking away with $150 more than when I started was a nice thing.

  There was no doubt that I was feeling extremely attracted to him, but at the same time we were on a cruise ship, where in a couple of days we would dock back in California and go on our own ways. Knowing this, while at the same time eager to have this trip be a magical memory, it was my idea that we didn't share many personal or real-life details. As a result, we only knew each other by our first names. While I understood that he was good at numbers, I didn't know where he went to college, what he majored in, or what he did for a living. I didn't know if he came from a family with money, or if he'd invented some sort of app that had made him rich.

  He didn't know any more about me than my name, and my interest in fitness and health. It was like we had both stepped off the spinning world of reality, entering into a bubble of magic and wonder for the week.

  But now that the week wa
s coming to an end, I wasn’t ready to step out of the bubble and back into reality. The yearning to spend more time with him was so acute, that there was a part of me wondering if maybe we could take this magical moment back into the real world. Would he be interested in that?

  Then I consider that in the real world, the day is not filled with fancy buffets, snorkeling in the ocean, and dancing the night away. Real life is filled with work, and bills, and other mundane tasks. It was foolish to think I could bring the magic between us back to the reality of life. It was a schoolgirl dream that I knew would never come true.

  So, my only option was to make the most of the few hours we had left, and my goal was that this night, the last night, he and I wouldn't be sleeping in separate beds. Sure, we’d kissed a lot and groped each other some, but we always stopped to avoid any potential emotional entanglement. Right now, I didn’t care if I fell head over heels and left with a broken heart. I couldn’t end this trip without having one night with him.

  A part of me wondered if he was thinking the same thing, because right now I was on the balcony off his cabin staring out over the ocean as we cruised back to California.

  "Penny for your thoughts?" His voice came from behind me.

  I turned and he was exiting the cabin onto the balcony, carrying two glasses of wine, one of which he handed to me.

  I wanted to ask him about his interest in numbers, and money, as related to his comment to me, but we had an agreement that we wouldn’t get too personal.

  "I'm thinking about how when I wake up the day after tomorrow, in my own bed, I’ll wonder if all this was a dream."

  His smile was bittersweet. "Me too." He lifted his glass and clicked it against mine. "To fantastic dreams."

  We sipped and then he turned to look out over the water, his hand sliding low along my back. Longing filled my chest, and I gave into it enough to lean my head against his shoulder.

  "I know we have an agreement to keep our emotional distance, but it doesn't feel right to me, to end this cruise without touching you," he said.

  Inside I was screaming hallelujah, but I tried to contain my excitement. I turned and looped my free hand around his neck. "On that point, Carter, we are in complete agreement."

  His smile was bright and then slowly turned wolfish. Inside all my hormones flared to life. I was no virgin. In my twenty-two years, I’d had a few boyfriends that I'd slept with. But I was sure, based on the feral gleam in Carter's eyes, that none of my experiences up to now, would come close to comparing.

  He took my glass and set it down with his on the small table on the balcony. He pulled me to him, his hands sliding down, each one grabbing my backside. "I've been wanting to get you out of your shorts, or your bikini, or your dress practically since the moment I saw you,” he said.

  Another zap of electricity fired through me.

  I pressed my hips forward grinding against him, discovering a sizable erection that made me gasp. "I've been dying to get you naked too."

  He gave me a wicked grin. "This is going to be fun."

  Before I could respond, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me back into his room.

  He set me down, and his fingers deftly undid the zipper of my dress before my feet hit the ground. He tugged the straps down and my braless breast feel free.

  He groaned. “I knew you had perfect tits.” He sucked one nipple into his mouth, and I clung to his head as a shock of sensation shot straight to my pussy making my knees buckle. For a moment, I couldn’t do anything but feel as his mouth suckled my breast.

  But then my own need to discover him rose, and I eagerly undid his belt buckle and the button of his pants. I reached in, gripping him through his boxer briefs.

  “Fuck,” he growled.

  I looked down, noticing that the head of his dick was peeking out of his waistband. It looked velvety soft and I wanted to drag my tongue all around it.

  In a flurry of activity, we got naked and he pushed me back on the bed, crawling over me. He kissed me hard, and then his lips trailed down my neck and he sucked my other nipple.

  “I want you,” I said, not caring that I sounded so desperate. My hips were gyrating, seeking his dick.

  “I have to taste you,” he murmured, as his lips moved down over my belly.

  My clit was burning, and while I rather he fucked me, I settled for his mouth because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stand it.

  He pushed my thighs open and settled between them. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Jess.”

  “Make me come.” I couldn’t remember ever feeling so on edge, especially so early in a sexual encounter.

  “Oh, I will. Over and over.” He dipped his head, sucking my clit, and I screamed out. It was possible the entire ship heard me, but I didn’t care. He sucked and his tongue licked and flicked my clit until I was a babbling fool.

  Then he dragged his tongue through my folds, lapping at my pussy entrance.

  “Carter.” I whimpered.

  “I’m going to make you come, Jess.”

  “Yes.” My fingers gripped his head, pushing him back down.

  He pushed my thighs open wider and then his tongue was thrusting inside me, lapping my sensitive walls. My hips were rocking, fucking his face as pressure built and built until I couldn’t breathe.

  His thumb and forefinger pinched my clit as he plunged his tongue inside me again, and I finally understood what it meant to see fireworks. Lights blasted in my brain. Sparks flashed along my skin.

  “Yes!” I cried out as pleasure swamped my body making it convulse.

  Slowly he brought me down, and I vowed that when I had the strength, I’d return the favor.

  But then he shifted, pushing my knees up and out opening me wider. “More,” he said, and then his mouth was on me again.

  1

  Carter

  A grin spread on my face, as I soaked in the sun and felt the wind in my hair, on my drive to my father's house on the coast outside of San Diego, California. I was just back from a long trip through Asia for business, and I was glad to be in my own convertible, driving out to see my father. I'd been traveling so much that I was feeling guilty about not seeing him enough since his accident in which he hurt his back. I knew he was in good hands with my other brothers and my grandmother watching over him, but my father was an amazing man and I wanted to do my part to be there for him as well.

  I was glad that I hadn’t booked any more travel in the next few weeks, as it seemed like every time I returned from my business trips, something had changed. The last time, Hunter had shown up with Kellie’s sister Natalie, saying he and Natalie were getting married.

  Two brothers marrying two sisters. In some ways I was glad Kellie and Natalie didn't have any more sisters. Noah and I both agreed on that the night we heard about Hunter and Natalie when we were at Cesare’s having a drink. I didn't have anything against love and marriage, but I also knew that having a family meant roots. Of all my brothers, I was the one that liked to travel the most. Jet lag never brought me down. On every business trip, I found a way to take time to see the sights, particularly off the beaten path. Although I'd met women who enjoyed travel, I hadn’t met any that had a real thirst for adventure. At least not since the cruise that I took nearly 4 years ago.

  That week with Jess was still one of the most amazing in my life, and there were times that I regretted keeping to our plan of not sharing last names or more personal details. At the same time, I understood that part of what made my memories of that week so sweet, was that they were untainted by real life.

  I pulled into the drive of my father's house and parked next to a car that looked older than me. Generally, his staff parked over near the garage, so I wondered who was visiting him.

  I walked up to the front door of the house, remembering the day my parents had bought it. When I was really little, we lived in an affluent area inland, but my father had a love of the ocean, and particularly of surfing. And so, my parents bought this house, a
nd moved us all out here.

  My mother wasn't as in love with the ocean, as my father was, but she was totally enthralled with my father. I could still picture her smile as she would watch him surfing in the ocean from the back terrace. She often smiled at me and my brothers the same way. The memory was bittersweet because it wasn't long after that that my mother died, and a bit of my father with her. But in coming back to the house to visit him, there was a part of me that felt like I was coming to visit her as well.

  I walked through the front door without bothering to knock. The house was quiet, and I didn't see any signs of his housekeeper. I looked straight through the living area to the French doors leading out to the terrace. My father was on all fours facing the ocean, extending his right arm in front of them, and his left leg extending behind him.

  Next to him was a woman in the same position, but she was much more appealing to look at than he was. It wasn't just that her body was long, lean, and strong. The man in me noticed the sublime ass and narrow taper at her waist. I considered standing there and waiting until they finished, but I might get called out for ogling, and so I opened the door to step out on the terrace.