Stripping a Steele (Steele Bros Book 2)

by Elizabeth Knox

  “Relax, Cinderella. This is Reggie, he works for my family,” I tell her, then redirect my attention to Reggie. “I need you to call someone to fix her door, and I want good shit. Shit that people can’t get into, you got me? And I want an alarm system and all of the windows to be replaced too. Just change out everything and get this door fixed tonight.”

  I hear Selena start to grumble, knowing I will hear her arguing with me in a moment, but she stops the second I look down at her. There are many battles I will let her win, but her safety is not one I will lose on.

  I take her hand in my own, shuffling her through her front door and lead her up the stairwell. When we get to the top she has to take the lead, because hell if I know my way around her house like the back of my hand. She scurries off to a doorway, knocking softly. After a moment, I see a teenager open it slightly, and they both speak in hush whispers before she returns back to my side, leading me into her bedroom.

  “The last time I was in here you weren’t the biggest fan,” I tell her, chuckling to myself as I shut and lock the bedroom door.

  “Well, yeah. I’m still not your biggest fan.” I catch her soft smile out of the corner of my eye. She loves it that I’m here, and she’s too proud to admit it. I’m totally fine with that.

  “I’d beg to differ, you love my persistence.” I follow her further into the bedroom until we’re at the foot of her bed. I snake my arm around her stomach and move closer, my chest brushing against her back. For the life of me, I can’t help but think of how badly I’ve wanted to touch her like this, of how badly I’ve wanted her this close to me every single night.

  It’s now that I realize Logan was right. I am in love with Selena.

  We may not have been together for long, but there is no denying our strong chemistry or the connection that draws us to each other. She fights and fights me, but tonight, I know we’ve turned a new leaf since she’s finally admitted what we both knew to be true. She likes me, and no matter how much she denies what we have, I will never give up on her. I will always fight for what she and I can be, until my last dying breath.

  “Christian,” Selena murmurs softly, so quietly that I think I’m hearing things until she puts her hand over mine and turns around to face me, chest to chest. With each breath, I can feel her body rise and fall with my own, almost in perfect synchronization. “You know why I got so mad the other night?”

  “No, baby, I don’t. Why don’t you tell me?” I urge her, brushing my hand along her cheek, taking a few strands of stray hair behind her ear.

  “My entire life, all I’ve ever done is take care of the people around me. It didn’t matter if I was a kid or not, it’s what I had to do, and what you said what you did – that you wanted to take care of me, it made me angry because I’ve never been taken care of. I feel like I’m not supposed to be taken care of. Instead, I’m supposed to be taking care of everyone else all the time. But I’m…I’m not opposed to being taken care of, I just don’t want you to think that by throwing money at me it will fix everything.”

  “Oh, baby. I know you hate to admit this, but me throwing money at you fixes most of your problems. You and I both know that. Just let me take care of you, I know that sending that money without telling you would piss you off, but I knew what was going on and that if I had asked you that you would have said no. I just want you to be happy, don’t you know that?”

  “Yeah. I do.” Selena looks up to me, those blazing irises never moving from my own. There’s something different happening between us tonight, our chemistry is blazing, off the charts hot. All I want to do is run my tongue down her perfect body and make her scream out in pleasure over and over again. Right now, I’m thinking she wants that very same thing.

  She runs her hands over my stomach, feeling my abs beneath the surface. Slowly she runs them over my chest until she’s at my shoulders gliding down my arms under my suit jacket until it hits the floor.

  “I don’t know why you like me so much,” she admits, hands running over the buttons of my dress shirt, popping each one free slowly.

  “What’s not to like?” I tell her.

  “My attitude?” She retorts back swiftly, causing us both to break out into laughter.

  “Your attitude is one of your many charms.”

  “Mhm,” she murmurs, continuing to pop button after button free. Her hands shake as she does so. I don’t think, instinctively I take both of my hands and put them over hers. She’s terrified, like a rattled little dog. I’ll give it to her, she’s great at acting like she’s okay, even when she’s not.

  “I know what you’re doing sweetheart, and we don’t have to. I don’t want to do anything until you’re ready.”

  “We do. I want to. I want you to wipe away every bad memory that I have. I want to feel you Christian, and I’m not talking about in my heart. I want you inside me. I want to feel everything that you can give me. I want you so bad,” she mutters, voice getting stronger and stronger with each word that she speaks.

  “We do this my way, got it? No rushing,” I tell her, searching her eyes for understanding and acknowledgment. She gives both to me right away, nodding.

  Selena wraps her arms around my neck, tugging me down until she can press her lips against my own. I’ve waited so damn long for this, to taste her, to feel her lips against mine. There’s so much I want from her, so much that I’ll be sure to get. Nothing needs to be rushed, I have years upon years with this woman.

  She moans softly, biting my bottom lip, she tugs me closer to her until my hard dick is pressing against her stomach. She pushes her body closer, knowingly teasing me. Part of me doesn’t want to take my time with her, but the other part of me knows that I have to, for her, I have to.

  I slide my hands against her silk robe, pulling away at the tight knot in the front until she’s standing before me, clad in blue lace. Fuck, does she look good in blue! I can’t help it. I fucking growl at her, and the little minx smiles at me. Damn her, her and her fucking perfect body, those fucking perfect lips with that sassy little attitude.

  Fuck.

  She’s my damn dream woman.

  Selena palms my cock underneath my dress pants, and I’m a fucking goner. She applies just the right amount of pressure. For as unexperienced as she is, she’s a professional at this shit. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

  She giggles at the moan that comes out of my lips. Dropping to her knees, she tears open my buckle and shoves my pants and underwear down until her pouty lips are at the head of my cock, circling her tongue around the tip, collecting that glorious precum that she created.

  I can hardly keep my balance as my vision sways with the pleasure she is giving me. This is unlike any other sexual encounter I have had, and not just because it’s like she has gone to school to know just how to get to me. It’s because this is my Cinderella, finally giving into me as her prince.

  My hand goes instinctively for that beautiful head of hers, holding her firmly against my cock as I pump gently into her mouth. I don't want to scare her off or overwhelm her, but I just cannot help my need to be swallowed deeper into her.

  My hand tangles in her dark locks, getting lost there as I shiver, daring to look down at what she is doing. Her eyes are up on mine in just a second, and I completely lose all want or need to hold back and enjoy this part of the night. My shaft begins to quiver, even as I try my best to hold it in as long as I can, but those eyes on me while her mouth is pleasuring me…it’s too much.

  My body shakes as my cum begins to trickle and then explode into her mouth, and I can’t believe it, but she’s drinking it down, every last drop. It’s so hot that even after I am finished, I still stand at attention for her. I need more of her. I want to give her what she wants; to fill her up and erase the hurt and the violation that she’s had. I want to show her that this is what it is like to lose her virginity, to have that perfect time with the right man. Dammit, I will show Selena I am that right man.

  I pull her up to my lips, pressing her bo
dy into mine. The alpha in me growls at the way she bites at my bottom lip and how I can feel the heat of her skin against me. I am again overcome with the will to take her, but I hold back so much that it hurts because I want this moment for her, the one that was stolen.

  I slowly walk her over to the bed, and she lays down for me watching as my shirt comes off. I can’t help but smirk at her now obvious attraction to me. Selena has put up quite the fight to hide her feelings, and maybe it is better this way, waiting for this moment where it all comes out.

  I dip down to kiss her lips again, savoring the flavor of her skin before I slowly slide her lacey bra and panties off, seeing that what is underneath is even better than how sexy she was in those. She was a perfect pink, her skin soft as I trail my fingers up and down, teasing her, getting her even more worked up for me. She tips her head back and arches her body up to my touch. She is liking this, and I can’t help but smirk.

  I lay my body over hers, and I can feel an electricity pass between us. Not that I had any doubts before, but if I did, I would know now how we were meant to be together. She is mine.

  My shaft slides up against her skin, and she whimpers. I look up to her and see the most beautiful pouted lips on planet Earth. My cock quivers at the look she is giving me, begging me with her eyes to know what it feels like to have me inside of her. I want to know that too. Oh, how bad I want to know that.

  I place my head at the entrance to her center, already feeling how wet she is for me. It is so hard not to rush it as I push in a little, wanting this to be slow and as painless as I can make it. I want her to experience a newfound sense of pleasure. I want to be the man to give that to her.

  Fuck. She is so wet and tight as I slide in a little more, trying to keep my cool. But I am sweating with the effort to not just plunge so deep so fast that I can’t think of anything else. I grunt and growl as I slide even deeper, and that is when she gasps, her eyes going wide. For a moment, I am afraid I have hurt her, but I can see now, that’s not it.

  She suddenly grabs me, pulling me closer to her and wrapping her legs around me so that my shaft is so much deeper into her. Her eyes are closed, moaning as her nails dig into me. My body responds automatically, thrusting into her, slowly but deep, fighting through her tight, slippery flesh that is squeezing me so tight.

  “Faster, please,” she begs me, and fuck me if I am not going to comply with what she wants. She is my wild Cinderella, and she gets what she wants from me.

  So, I pick up the pace, the sounds of sexy as hell moans echoing through the room as I know I am hitting her g-spot with this. It makes me go harder, wanting to make sure I give her the best pleasure possible. The feel of her is the best I have ever had, and it is like a glove that is tailored to fit me perfectly, expanding just when I need her to.

  My eyes roll back in my head as she calls my name and begins to shiver and shake underneath me. I know what is coming, and I slow down, making her savor it, making her wait until she has the biggest build of that orgasm. I can tell by the way her body tenses and her nails dig deeper that she is so close. Then, I feel it, that tight squeeze that makes me call to as well, being milked of more cum by this beautiful body below me.

  Both of us turn to jelly afterward, our limbs completely relaxed with the euphoria of being with one another. I pull Selena into my arms and kiss the back of her head and her neck, up to her ear. “You are so damn perfect, Cinderella,” I tell her.

  Chapter 17

  Selena

  I wake up to arms wrapped around me, holding me so tight that I can’t move an inch even if I tried. I can’t help but smile at the position I’m in. For so long I have fought him tooth and nail, and part of me thinks that I still will continue to fight him every step of the way. There’s one thing that I know for sure and that is that I have a thing for the very man I was so determined to stay away from, and from the looks of it, he’s infatuated with me too.

  Christian is many things. At the top of the list I’d put arrogant, cocky, self-centered, but as I go down, I see the good things about him, like his sense of humor, his stubborn and strong willed-nature.

  “I know you’re awake,” he reveals in my ear, causing my smile to grow. “What do the kids like for breakfast? Pancakes, sausage, the usual stuff?”

  Is Christian Steele really about to go into my kitchen and cook for me, my brother and my sisters? When I don’t answer him soon enough, I hear a text being shot off and then it returned. “Breakfast will be here in twenty minutes. I got an entire spread.”

  “You didn’t have to do that,” I tell him. He encases his arms further around me, brushing his finger against my hip bone, sending chills through my entire body. Christian made me forget every horrible thing that I went through a few weeks ago, and he replaced it with something so beautiful, with so much pleasure and joy. If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I’d be in bed with Christian today with just a small touch sending shivers down my spine, I’d call them insane.

  “Yeah, I did, Cinderella. It’s time your brother and sisters meet your new boyfriend, don’t you think?” My eyes widen, and I try hard to flip around, this is moving way too fast. I just told the giant muscled up jerk last night that I liked him. I am not trying to make a big deal out of whatever this is between him and I. Fuck, I don’t even know what it is yet!

  Christian turns me around towards him, his strong hand gliding up my body until he’s cupping my face. “You think too much, stop that.”

  “I do no-“. His lips crush down against mine, shutting me up instantly. I can’t help but give into the kiss, taking every nip and bite with such pleasure, loving the way his tongue softly dances with mine, the push and pull. Everything about Christian Steele screams rough and domineering and yet he isn’t that way with me. It’s like he slows himself down and takes his time, while still being that strong-as-shit alpha that we both know he is.

  “Yes, you do, now get your perfect ass into that shower. I’m starved, and I want that pussy on my tongue. I’ve waited far too long for it, baby.” Christian rises from his side and stands, naked body in glorious perfection. He looks so different than his brothers. They’re thin and dark, and he’s the opposite; bulky and blonde with the perfect blue eyes.

  I know I am in for something spectacular as he follows me to the shower, slapping my ass on the way. I get in, the water warm against my skin as he gets in behind me. I feel the added heat coming off of his body in this little shower where we barely fit in it together. I never thought there would be an advantage to such a thing. But there are so many good things about being close to Christian Steele, no matter the way I protest it.

  He comes up behind me, kissing at the water droplets that are rolling down my neck. I feel myself getting instantly saturated for him. I have had such little experience with men, but I can’t imagine anyone else making me feel so turned on by just a simple touch.

  I feel his shaft against me, and his hands come around to stroke at my lower stomach, moving lower ever so slowly. I feel the smirk on his lips as I back my ass up against him. He knows that he is teasing me, torturing me.

  He doesn’t make me wait too long, though, spinning me around so I can see that smile of his, the front of his body damp from where he was pressed to me under the shower head. I didn't know it would be possible, but the hot ass before me looks even sexier under water.

  Before I can say or do anything, he is dipping down to his knees, spreading my legs open as much as we can in this space. I don't know what to expect, but I brace myself as his tongue heads straight for my clit, causing me to moan and lean back against the wall of the shower.

  His tongue flicks across it, making me jump with each sensitive movement of his tongue along the spot. I can feel my center aching and begging for more, for a release I hope he is able to give me this way because damn does his tongue feel delicious on my skin.

  He moves his tongue around in a circular motion, and I am lost, feeling like I can cum right now when he moves down, do
wn, down, until his tongue slides inside me, causing me to gasp at the new sensation and the memory of what it felt like to have his cock there.

  He laps me up like I am providing sustenance, and I hear him sigh, clearly enjoying my flavor. I thrust into him as his tongue goes deeper, finding just where to tongue fuck me. I almost drop to the ground in pleasure, but he puts his hand out to help hold me up as he makes me shiver and shake to climax.

  ***

  Christian wasn’t kidding. Okay, maybe he was. He didn’t order a whole “spread” as he called it. He ordered enough food to feed a fucking village in Africa. I’m staring into my kitchen, and every surface is covered. There is no room left for anything.

  Anything that we could have wanted is here – biscuits, pancakes, crepes, waffles, muffins of every variety, fresh fruit, sausage, bacon, scrapple, grits, scrambled eggs, western omelets, and I’m pretty sure I saw quiche too. Not to mention the coffee and variety of juices he had brought in too. I’m standing in my kitchen in awe of everything sitting before me as Luke comes down the stairs. “Sel’….I wasn’t going to say this to you last night, but I know who that was.”

  I glance quickly over to my little brother. “I’m sure you did.” Luke knows more gossip than I do, which tells me that he knows everything the magazines say about Christian. He walks over to the cabinet and pulls out a plate, going past every option and grabbing a hefty serving of each. I hear Sabrina’s quick little footsteps trotting down the stairwell, and in one second, I know she has Ellie because “PANCAKES!” is being screamed almost right next to my ear.

  “Yep, baby, we’ve got pancakes,” I tell Ellie, grabbing her from Sabrina’s arms. “Go ahead and fill up a plate.” I’m speaking to Sabrina, and she listens, giving me zero attitude, which is very welcome since all she’s been doing the last two weeks is giving me loads of it. Pre-teen attitude is no joke! I swear, I thought I was going to kill her a good few times.

  Out of nowhere, I start hearing the sound of drilling causing me to instantly be alarmed. Christian comes down the stairwell, rubbing his head with a towel, his presence calming me down. “Relax. It’s the guys I hired to get your new door fixed up for you. They’ll be in and out today replacing the windows, the back door, and installing an alarm system. I figured that the group of us could eat breakfast here and then go do something fun…like the zoo…?” Christian struggles with the last bit, asking like it’s a question. “I don’t know what kids like, but I like the zoo…and…yeah, I just thought the zoo would be a nice place to go today.”