My Stepbrother, His Highness: A Royal Stepbrother Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Victoria Cabot

  My heart was going at a million beats per minute and each step I took towards the hallways and my room felt like moving legs made of lead weights. I shuddered with each step and looked at Tristan pointedly as I walked past him. Tristan said nothing as we passed.

  I opened the door and walked into my room and let Jon enter before closing it.

  And the door to happiness, most likely.

  I looked at Jon and smiled. And hoped that this plan would work.

  And that the walls were thin enough to hear through.

  Jon took one step towards me and, removing his sunglasses, winked at me. “Babe, you’re about to be swept off your feet by The Jon.”

  The John? You mean like the toilet? Are you going to throw a toilet at me?

  I smiled back, trying to convince myself that I wanted him. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and smacked my lips against his, closing my eyes and surrendering to whatever was coming.

  He placed his hands over my ass and, reaching under it in one quick motion, cupped my cheeks. Grabbing me, he lifted me up pulled me into him. I wasn’t expecting it but, even so, managed to lace my legs on his back, my lips still glued to his. He tried to walk towards the bed while holding him, but I could feel his arms shaking. His legs were wobbling, so he dragged his feet hurriedly and threw me on top of the bed as if I was a stack of hay.

  Good thing you didn’t drop me in the toilet…

  “Sorry, babe.” He said offhandedly, winking at me once again. He stood at the edge of the bed and, while looking at me, unbuckled his belt and took it off, holding it in his hands. Was he thinking of whipping me with it? I sure hoped not, or else I’d have to knock his teeth out. Luckily he threw it to the floor, climbing on the bed and on top of me.

  He started kissing me as his hands were all over me - grabbing at my breasts, squeezing my ass and rubbing my crotch. It was as if he was a horny teenager that had managed to convince some unsuspecting girl to see the sights in the back of his car.

  I tried to go with it though, doing my best to kiss him as passionately as he tried to. It wasn’t an easy thing to do, specially when someone is trying to shove his tongue down your throat.

  I had had enough of his foreplay, so I reached for the hem of his jeans and unbuttoned them, pressing my hand against his crotch. He was already hard, his cock tenting his boxers. My immediate reaction was disappointment as a not as big as Tristan’s thought ran through my mind. Still, it’s not about the size, right? Right.

  “It’s big, baby, isn’t it?” He whispered against my ear. I almost laughed in his face, but bit hard on my lower lip before responding.

  “Oh, yes. It’s huge.”

  “I know, baby… And it’s all yours.” Should I be happy? Well, he was enthusiastic about it, so at least I had to try. I pushed down his pants and boxers and curled my fingers around his cock. He pulsed against my fingers, eager and anxious for… well, everything, it seemed.

  I started stroking as he moaned against my ear, nibbling at my neck and pressing the palm of his hand against my crotch. I grinded against it, swaying my hips left and right as I breathed in, trying to focus on the task at hand.

  Jon started fumbling with my yoga pants, so anxious it took him a while to unbutton them.

  Jeans okay, they can be hard to take off, but seriously, yoga pants??

  When he finally managed to do it he pushed them down my legs, immediately pulling my thong out as well. He rolled to his side, cupping my pussy and throwing me a smug smile.

  “Someone’s very, very wet…”

  Uh, no?

  Sure, I was mildly aroused, I guess. But he was taking it a bit too far. Even so, I smiled at his eagerness. At least the man was having fun.

  He sat up on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt hurriedly and pulling his pants down his legs as if they were on fire. He almost forgot to take off his shoes, only doing it when he realized he couldn’t remove his pants with his shoes on. Eventually he got naked and, turning to me, winked once more, his lips curled into a weird half-smile. I was almost expecting him to put his sunglasses on and place a toothpick on the corner of his mouth.

  Come on, control yourself, woman!

  I scolded myself, choking down in my throat what I knew to be a laugh I wouldn’t be able to reign in if it ever got out. I pulled myself together as he climbed on top of me, pushing my tank top up my arms and burying his face between my breasts as he squeezed them. I looked at the ceiling as he did it, not sure if being there with Jon had been such a wise decision after all.

  Still, when he unclasped my bra and freed my breasts, squeezing them and brushing his fingers over my nipples, I closed my eyes and let myself go with it. Jon was good looking and, in the end, it was just sex. So, when he wrapped his mouth around one of my nipples and sucked on it eagerly, I allowed myself one slight and low moan.

  He took it as a good omen and, instead of continuing what he was doing, he pulled back and placed his mouth next to my ear.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  Well, now that you’ve stopped it doesn’t.

  I thought of responding, but saner thoughts prevailed. He took my silence as a good enough reply and placed his hand over my pussy, sliding one finger inside me without no warning of any kind.

  I closed my eyes, trying to enjoy the moment as much as I could, but I opened them back immediately as images of Tristan flashed in my mind. Fortunately, Jon made all thoughts of Tristan vanish as he looked into my eyes, one finger still deep inside of me, and made a biting motion at me, as if he was some kind of perverted lion.

  “Now I’m going to make sweet love to you…” Not satisfied with what he had just said, decided to add one final flourish. “Mon petite chéri…”

  I let out one curt laugh, unable to stop myself as he butchered the french language with his horrid accent, and immediately bit my lip.

  “What?” He said, looking at me with eyes wide in amazement. “Chicks dig french.”

  “Oh, yeah. Très sexy.” I replied, doing my very damn best to not burst out laughing. He ate up my answer and climbed on top of me, grabbing his cock as if it was goddamn Excalibur.

  “Ready?”

  Seriously, come on.

  I nodded and he pressed his body against mine; he wriggled on top of me, his hand still on his cock as he tried to find my pussy. I rolled my eyes and reached for his crotch myself. “Did you bring a condom?” I asked quietly.

  “Naw, girl,” he said proudly. “I don’t do that.”

  Don’t do what? Condoms?

  I sighed and turned slightly and reached over to my nightstand and pulled out the drawer.

  “Seriously?” Jon asked, slightly disappointed.

  “Sorry,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I’m off the pill.”

  Uh-oh.

  I was stroking Jon’s crotch the entire time I had my other hand looking for a condom and I realized something. I had bought condoms for Tristan. For a 10 inch cock. Maybe I had some regular Trojans left, but I couldn’t be sure.

  My hand was stroking a 6 inch cock, maximum.

  Come on, guys don’t care. As long as they stick it in something, it’s all that counts, right? Well, except for Tristan.

  Sighing to myself, I motioned with the hand towards my drawer. “Any preference?” I asked.

  Jon seemed taken aback by the number of condoms. My hand continued to keep him hard.

  “Aw, girl, you know I’m going to need a Magnum!” he said cockily.

  I smiled to myself. It was one thing to tell me when he had his pants on, but his cock was literally in my hands. Still, best not to argue with the guy. I pulled out a Magnum, and handed it to him.

  “You don’t want to put it on, babe?” he asked.

  I think it’s best for your ego I don’t.

  “I’m so horny Jon, I can’t even see straight!” I replied, lying through my teeth.

  “Here it comes, baby,” he said, ripping the wrapping off the condom and whipping it out. He roll
ed the head of the condom onto his shaft and rolled it all the way down to the base of his cock.

  I tried not to look and laugh, as several inches of condom hung limply from the tip.

  Growling to himself, Jon arranged the condom so it no longer resembled a wet noodle, trying to get it to tighten around his cock. He grunted as he did so, much like as if he was lifting weights at the Olympics.

  I mean, I appreciate the effort, but seriously?

  “Oh, yeah, baby. You love it, don’t you? Once I get this on I am going to rock your world, baby.” Alright, what the hell was wrong with him? Couldn’t he see that whatever it was that he was doing just wasn’t working? Goddamn. When he flirted with me he actually sounded like he could be an interesting guy but there, inside the bedroom, he had turned into a slapstick parody of John Wayne - and a clumsy one at that. He had trouble putting on a condom that was two sizes too big for him.

  I tried, I swear I did. But having him there as I lay naked, with my legs spread open while he looked at his dick in confusion, thrusting into himself to make sure a condom stayed on, I thought to myself that if this is what it took to separate my emotions from sex, then I would rather just as well be dead inside from the hurt and pain of heartbreak.

  Are you coming to the light?

  And, to make matters worse, there was a dryness to my mouth as thoughts of Tristan started to haunt my mind once more. Couldn’t I stop thinking about him for one second?

  No.

  Jon kept grunting as if he had been shot and I hit my breaking point. I placed both hands on his chest and made him stop his back and forth motion of pulling the condom onto his dick.

  It’s like he’s fucking himself with a condom.

  “Okay, okay…” I breathed out as I wriggled myself free of him, his cock sliding out easily from the condom once it was no longer prevented from doing so by my tummy.

  “What? Did you come already?”

  We didn’t even have sex yet, doofus!

  Was this guy for real? “Yes, Jon. You did it for me so good that I just came before we started, baby!” I moaned out.

  “Uh… wow,” he said. Then more proudly, “Sweet. Let’s fuck then – I need to come bad.” He actually sounded confident, almost as if he had impressed a few women with that macho antics of his. I didn’t know what scared me the most - that this was his bedroom routine or that some women actually ate it up.

  “Uhm, Jon,” I said slowly. He looked at me. “I can’t.”

  I need an excuse.

  “I’ve got a headache…” I said, but seeing no empathy I tried again. “I’m on my period.”

  “Oh shit,” he breathed. “That fucking sucks.” He got off me as quickly as he could, literally jumping into his boxers and whipping on his pants. “Want to go get some food?” he asked.

  “Maybe later,” I said. Then deciding to say something truthful, “I’ve got a lot on my mind right now.”

  That had been the truth. Calling him had been nothing than more a stupid decision, just something reckless I hoped would hurt Tristan, something that I hoped would help me forget him. But there was no way I would be able to forget him… Even if Jon had been perfect, I finally realized, he wasn’t Tristan.

  “Oh. Okay.” Jon muttered, getting inside the last of his clothes in a hurry. I sat on the edge of the bed watching him dress as I accepted the inevitable. “Yeah, I’m sure with your period you got a lot going on in your head.”

  Asshole.

  I wouldn’t be able to forget Tristan anytime soon. Nor did I want to.

  I put on my yoga pants and tank top and then threw my robe on top as Jon put his shoes on, gave me a weak smile, and opened my door, dashing out of it like I had the plague.

  I followed him out, but Jon was running and was already at the door. By the time I got to the hallway, he had left the apartment. That left me all alone in the hallway, and I paused walking as I saw a shadow come into view from Tristan’s room as he walked out.

  He turned to face me, his visage grim.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, emotion cracking his voice. “I’m sorry I ever put the arrangement for you. I was just too scared of falling in love.”

  “No, Tristan,” I said, walking towards him. “I’m sorry. And, nothing happened with Jon,” I said, motioning to the door.

  “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. No one is anything when I compare them to you.”

  “I know,” he said nodding his head. I stared at him in incredulity. “I could hear through the wall. I tried not to laugh,” he explained.

  There goes your high ground. Welcome to ground zero.

  Tristan got serious again. “But Alicia, you have to believe me, I only asked three women about the arrangement. It was always in person. Never a blanket proposal to anyone indiscriminately.”

  I looked at Tristan as he continued. “And I get why I was so nervous with you. After so long on my own, and really truly intrigued by someone, it was just my own defense mechanism to propose the arrangement. I was really, really into you. You could have said no rent and you wanted to move in and no sex and I would have said yes just to be near you.”

  I stared at Tristan, my eyes watering.

  “That’s right,” another voice said behind Tristan. Both he and I looked over to see Bruno standing in the entryway.

  “I’m sorry, Your Highness,” Bruno began. “I was the one who paid two women in Balthazar to enter the ladies room and read a script, based on events that had occurred in your life.”

  Tristan looked at his man in surprise. “Why?” he asked.

  Bruno shrugged. “I saw her poring through your accounts and confidential papers. I didn’t know if she was a spy of the separatists, or simply enamored with your wealth. I was coming in to tell you now, but I see you have already reconciled.”

  Tristan turned towards me. “Does he just come in and out?” I asked, still in awe at what had happened. “To check on security in the apartment?”

  “I’m actually more than just a technician with Waters’ Security, ma’am,” Bruno replied. “I’m assigned by the Queen to be his personal bodyguard. I live next door, ma’am,” Bruno said, looking with admiration towards Tristan. “The Prince pays for my apartment.”

  “You have a bodyguard who has a Park Avenue apartment as well?” I asked Tristan with a crooked grin as I stepped closer. “What about your girlfriend?”

  Tristan smiled, “I don’t have any girlfriend, yet. Just a girl I love.”

  “Oh,” I said coyly. “Wife?”

  Tristan paused. I gasped as he brought his hand up to me. The ring!

  “You’ve completed me, Alicia,” he said and brought his other hand to remove the ring on his finger. “I can take this off now.”

  Tristan was smiling. It looked so beautiful to see him smile. “The only time another ring will go on this finger will be with you, in the future.”

  I looked at Bruno. One second of seeing my eyes, and he cleared his throat. “I’ll be leaving now…” he said.

  I gave Tristan a wicked smile and took a step backwards down the hallway.

  The Couple

  “So, Mr. Carnahan… Will you step into my chambers so we can consummate our new arrangement?” I asked, grinning at him as I hooked my fingers on his belt and pulled him inside his bedroom. He came willingly, smiling as he grabbed my wrists and, raising my arms in the air, pinned me against the wall.

  “Ms. Sutherland.” He said, that sweet smile of his melting me away. Staring into my eyes he leaned into me, parting those full lips as he placed them over my mouth. I closed my eyes, savoring him, smelling him… Could a kiss ever be more perfect?

  No, this is your man. Your lobster.

  He let go of my arms, resting one hand behind my neck and the other on my hip. I pulled back from his kiss and lay my forehead against his, breathing deeply as I savored the moment. I looked into his eyes, losing myself in the man that I loved. Yes, there was no other way to say it: I loved Tristan Carnahan.

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nbsp; I kissed him eagerly, my tongue darting inside his mouth and dancing around his as he pressed me once more against the wall, both hands on my hips. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and, yanking with both hands, ripped all the buttons out, making them pop and jump on the floor as they fell.

  "I always hated these shirts of yours." I grinned at him. "They take too long to get off of you."

  He grabbed my hair by the root, tilting my head back and pressing his body against mine as he lay his mouth over my neck, nibbling at the soft skin there. I exhaled loudly, my hands rubbing against his chest and feeling the perfect outline of his chiseled muscles.

  I grabbed his belt and unbuckled it, sliding it off his pants with a sweeping motion. My hands found that sweet spot under his belly and I laced my fingers around the hem of his pants, unbuttoning them as he kissed my neck. I could already feel his cock standing to attention, pushing against the opening of his pants as I undid the buttons. I opened up my hand and pressed my palm against his thick shape, my mind burning with the memories of how it felt to have him inside me.

  "I'll never get tired of this, Tristan." I whispered. I could almost feel his grin as he kissed up my neck and lay his lips against my ear.

  "I sure hope not." And, with that, he slid one hand under my tank top and made the hike up to my bra, placing his spreaded fingers over my breasts, my hard nipples brushing against the fabric. He pushed the cup down, baring my nipple, and brushed his thumb over it. I bit my lip as he did it, a moan tickling my throat.

  "God, I hate clothes." I said, pushing Tristan off and grabbing my tank top, pulling it over my head. "Much better."

  "Much better." Tristan agreed, his fingers darting to the shoulder straps of my bra and pushing them down. I let the cups fall and he pulled me into him, unhooking the bra and pulling it off my arms. He pressed into me, his mouth on mine as I shivered, feeling my nipples brush against his warm chest, my breasts squeezed between our bodies.

  He grabbed my ass, his long fingers feeling just perfect as they cupped my cheeks, and lifted me up against the wall. I laced my legs around his back as he held me, kissing me eagerly as his crotch pressed against mine. I felt the shape of his hard cock brushing against my inner thighs over my jeans, and it was as if I had taken a shot of adrenaline. I could feel myself growing wetter by the second, desire exerting his pull on me viciously. It was lust and it was passion, it was frenzied desire. And, above all, it was love.