Thief: A Bad Boy Romance

by Aubrey Irons

  “Nice to have you, Maddie,” he says with a big grin and a knowing wink.

  His father turns and scowls at him. “Watch it, Hunter.”

  “Dude you got here like five seconds ago,” Dexter says, twirling his fork in his hand.

  I shrug apologetically at Alec when he turns and smiles at me. “Sorry, really,” I say.

  “It’s quite alright, Madison,” He says with a genuine smile. “This place confuses me with all the scheduling and the time tables!” He winks conspiratorially at me, and I instantly feel a little sigh of relief roll through me as I take my seat.

  Of course, it’s a temporary relief. Because I’m still sitting at the dinner table trying to smile at the whole family with Hunter’s fucking cum still sticking to my skin under my hastily thrown-on dress. I’m also praying that I don’t look as sex-tousled as I feel with my hair up in a quick ponytail and the feeling of heat still radiating through my face and pooling between my legs.

  God, I can’t believe we just did that.

  I can’t believe that I freaking let us do that! But there’s a worse part than the fact that I’m sitting here, at dinner, with my whole family, with my stepbrother’s cum still on my skin.

  The worst part is that in spite of all that, in spite of the shame and the embarrassment, and the nagging feel of how wrong this all was, I can’t deny that I’m still glowing about what just transpired upstairs.

  Yeah, I might be sitting here with Hunter’s cum still warm against my skin, but I love that it’s there. And I’m achingly wet, even as the food begins to come out of the kitchen as the memory of what we did still glows hot in my mind.

  God, what sort of pervert does that make me?

  “So, why the big show about all of us eating together?” Dex says, ever to-the-point as he shoves lasagna into his mouth.

  His father glances at my mom, who looks like she’s about to say something before Alec puts a hand over hers on the table and turns to smile broadly at the rest of us. “We— we have an announcement.”

  Jesus, another one?

  “Didn’t we do this already?” Hunter says, smiling away in his seat with that charming, blue-eyed soldier boy look he turns on for the world. It’s his good-boy-next-door look, the one that looks wholesome, and charming, and cultured.

  It’s the look that covers up the devious, raw, unbridled animal inside; the Hunter I know.

  Alec shoots him a look that says he sees right through that Hollywood smile of his, but my mother just laughs, as if Hunter’s just made the cutest little joke.

  “Well, Hunter,” she says, chuckling and putting her fork down. “It is about the engagement, actually.”

  “We’ve decided we’re going to tell everyone,” Alec says, squeezing my mother’s hand.

  I frown. “Right, yeah we’ve been over this.” There’s a little nagging feeling in the back of my head, but I ignore it as narrow my eyes at my mom. “You’re telling everyone later this summer, when—”

  “We’re going to tell them now, actually,” she says evenly.

  My jaw drops, and I see Hunter jerk his head around as that little smirk on his face drops.

  “Seriously?” Dexter says, dropping his fork.

  “Yes, Dexter,” Alec says, turning to grin at my mom as he squeezes her hand. “We’re quite serious.”

  My mom smiles at the three of us. “We’ve done some quiet polling, and the PR team says it shows a lot of positive response.” She turns her gaze to me, and her looks softens. “And I can’t wait anymore, honey,” she says quietly. “I’m tired of the secrets.”

  Ugh, tell me about it. I just masturbated for my stepbrother while he came on me.

  Yeah, let’s talk about secrets, shall we?

  I swallow as I shake my head, trying to process this all. “Wait, so, what does ‘now’ mean?”

  “It means tonight, actually,” mom says, taking a deep breath.

  “Wait, what?”

  “At the press conference, honey,” she says with an excited grin on her face. “That’s why we wanted all three of you here for dinner, so we could tell you before we told the press.”

  I let the fork drop from my hand. “You’re kidding me.”

  “I’m not, honey,” she says quietly. “And we want you guys there when we tell the world about our new family.”

  I feel the floor start to spin a little under my feet as I slowly turn and let my eyes focus across the table at Hunter. Hunter who looks about as surprised as me, but somehow manages to arch a salacious eyebrow at me as he lets the corners of his lips curl up in a wicked, knowing grin.

  “When we tell the world.”

  The whole world is going to know now. The entire world is going to watch on television tonight, or read in tomorrow’s paper that my mother and Hunter’s father are going to get married.

  Wonderful, now the whole world is going know that Hunter Ryan is my fucking stepbrother.

  21.

  The press conference is slated for about two hours after dinner, which is enough time for me to flee the dining room as soon as I’m done and rush up to my room. I don’t know where Hunter’s stupid little secret passageway into my room is, but I shove both armchairs against the bookshelf just to be sure.

  “Okay, I have to tell you something,” I say shakily into the phone.

  “Oh my God, are you pregnant?”

  I frown, wrinkling my brow as I reach into the bath to start the shower. “What? No— Jess I’m being serious.”

  She laughs. “Sorry, I’ve been binging ‘Teen Mom’ all week. It’s the only channel that comes in English down here.

  I roll my eyes, “Why on Earth are you watching television, dummy? You’re in fucking Argentina, go outside or something.”

  “I was outside all day modeling that new line, and now I want to watch T.V.,” Jess says primly. “Judge-y much?”

  I snort, “Fiiiine, watch your stupid shows.”

  “I will, thanks,” she says with fake indignation, making me grin. “Wait, so what’s this big news?”

  I know it’s supposed to be a big secret, but the hell with it. The whole world’s going to know in a few hours, and I’ll be damned if I let my best friend hear about it by way of an Argentinian newspaper tomorrow morning instead of me.

  “It’s about my mom.”

  “Damn, is she pregnant? Dude, that would be news.”

  “Baby-brain, will you let me finish?”

  She laughs, “Sorry, go.”

  “My mom’s getting married.”

  Jessica whistles slowly, “Holy shit, Mads.”

  “Yeah.”

  “To? Wait, can you even tell me or am I going to get black-bagged for hearing this?”

  “It’s going to be on the news in about hour, if you can manage to not tweet about your life for sixty whole minutes.”

  “Exceptions can be made; shoot.”

  “You know her Secretary of State?”

  “Mads, how many times have you seen me ever watch the news or know anything about politics, aside from your mom running and all that?”

  I grin, “The tall, silver-haired handsome guy that sometimes stands next to her at public things?”

  “Shit! That guy?” Jess whistles. “Way to go, Ms. Adams!” she laughs. “Wait, so why are you so glum then? Is he a dick or something?” She mutters something, “I knew he was a dick, all those handsome political types are.”

  “No, no, he’s actually awesome.”

  “So…what gives?”

  “Well— Okay, seriously— This… You really can’t spill this on twitter.”

  “Mads, I’m not, okay?”

  “His son is in the Secret Service.”

  Jess snorts, “Man, talk about apples and tree—” She cuts off abruptly, “Wait— You mean — oh shit.” She starts to laugh, “Wait, your Secret Service guy?”

  “Yeah,” I say glumly.

  “His son is Hunter? Super hot Hunter?”

  I can feel my cheeks blush, “Jess,
gross, he’s not hot.”

  “Uh, yeah, girl, he is. Like, on any scale, that guy is hot.”

  “Jess he’s my stepbrother; eww?”

  “Not yet he’s not! And besides, who fucking cares if he is?”

  “What, you don’t see how weird that would be?”

  “Uh, no?” she giggles. “So what are you so bummed about if you’re somehow immune to your stupidly hot new stepbro’s charms?”

  “Well, I mean, he’ll be the President’s stepson, which takes him off the Secret Service,” I say quickly. “It just sucks for him, because he worked hard for it, and sucks for me because I have to get someone new for the detail.”

  “Someone not nearly as hot, you mean.”

  I roll my eyes. “You’re impossible.”

  “And you’re in denial about how much you wanna bang your hot stepbrother.”

  “I’m hanging up now, okay?”

  She laughs, “Go get pretty for T.V., I’ll see if I can go find an English news station and watch.”

  “Not a word, okay?”

  “Chill, your dirty little secret’s safe with me.”

  “Jess—!”

  “Byyyye.”

  “All you have to do is sit up there and smile, okay?” Emma smiles as she holds my shoulders and looks into my face while the prep crew finishes up with my perfectly coiffed hair.

  My makeup is perfect, and my demure and conservative skirt suit — like all the other ones I end up wearing to everything like this — is fit and smoothed to perfection. Even the way I’m supposed to smile — “not too toothy, okay?” — has been micromanaged and perfected for the camera.

  Because we’re the perfect American family; the perfect first family.

  Emma peers into my face and smiles reassuringly.

  “You’re going to be fine up there, Madison,” she says, patting my arm, as if the reason for the tenseness writ across my face is the fact that I have to be on international television in ten minutes.

  Of course, she doesn’t know that the reason my heart is pumping a million miles an hour and my knees keep shaking is that I know that when I sit there in front of those cameras with him right next to me, I’m going to feel like the whole world can see through our sham. The whole freaking world is going to see Hunter and me smiling away up there, and the wild paranoia in me screams that they’re all going to know.

  They’re going to know that I know what his lips feel like on mine.

  They’re going to know that I can’t stop thinking about his cock.

  They’re going to know that as terrified as I am about being up there in front of them, I’m also still wet from earlier.

  It’s all crazy-think, and I know that, but it doesn’t seem to be helping much. Emma gives me a final pat on the arm before she holds her finger to the com in her ear and mutters some words into her microphone, scurrying away with her clipboard.

  “You know, they say T.V. adds ten pounds.”

  I scowl as I turn to glare at Hunter while he comes up behind me in the backstage area of the press conference area. My mother is finishing up her initial statements about her education bill before we’re all going to join her on stage at the long conference table for part two.

  Yeah, part two: the announcement.

  “You know,” he says, grinning at me before looking around the dark, curtained backstage area. “We gotta stop meeting in places like this.”

  “I agree.”

  “It gives me way too many ideas,” he growls into my ear, letting his hand trail over my ass.

  I swat him away as I move a step back from him. He’s grinning and making jokes about this, as if the whole thing is funny. As if what we’re doing isn’t that much closer to being exposed and consequently shattering both our families, if not the nation.

  ‘What we’re doing’? What the hell ARE we even doing?

  I mean honestly, what is this thing between Hunter and I? Over-active hormones? Is it just that I’m cooped up in the White House and behind security so much that he’s just the only option for flirtation and male attention?

  “You look nervous.”

  I shoot him a look, “Are you not?”

  “Nope.”

  “Well good for you.”

  He grins as he moves much closer to me than a bodyguard should. “I’ve got something much more interesting to think about to keep my mind occupied.”

  I’m blushing as the door next to us opens suddenly, sending Hunter stepping back from me.

  “It was one cigarette!” Dexter’s grinning as a stern-faced Emma marches him in by the arm.

  “One cigarette, Mr. Ryan, will be a P.R. nightmare if someone were to snap a picture of it, especially with the President’s announcement about the engagement to your father in a few minutes here.” Emma furrows her brow at Dexter. “And especially given your age.”

  Dexter smirks at her. “‘My age’? What are you, like a year older than me?”

  “In actual years or maturity, because she’s got you beat by centuries on the second count,” Hunter says with a grin.

  Dexter shoots him a look. “Whose side are you on?”

  Emma’s suddenly putting her finger to her earpiece and then quickly pushing Dexter towards the stage. “Never mind that Mr. Ryan, we’re on in three minutes.”

  I start to follow, but suddenly I gasp as I feel myself get pulled back into the folds of the backstage curtains. “Hunter—!”

  He spins me around, and suddenly I’m face to face and pressed right against him. The words I nearly spat at him, or the hand I was about to smack him with suddenly get lost somewhere else in my mind as I just fall, right into those piercing blue eyes.

  “What are you doing?” I whisper, swallowing quickly and blinking as I get lost in the burning ice of his gaze.

  “Just saying ‘break a leg’ up there,” he grins. “Oh, and I had a quick question.”

  “We’re live in sixty seconds! Places on the stage!” I hear a voice call out.

  “Hunter!”

  “One question, doll.”

  “What!?”

  And then I’m gasping as he yanks me right against him, grabs my hand, and places firmly on something huge in his pants.

  “I was just curious,” he growls into my ear. “If you’re as wet as I am hard.”

  My heart leaps into my throat as I realize I’m holding his cock through his pants, and suddenly I jump as I feel his hand slide right up between my legs and beneath my skirt. His fingers stroke across the front of my panties, and I moan softly as redness blooms in my face.

  Because I don’t even have to answer him. He knows from touching me exactly how wet I am.

  “Madison! Hunter!”

  And just like that, he’s pulling away from me, grabbing my hand, and yanking me onto the stage. I’m hoping to God that everyone just assumes I’m nervous when they see my red face. I pray that I don’t have to say a thing up there when my mother and Alec give the announcement, because I don’t think I could find words right then.

  Because my head is still lost somewhere back there in that curtain, and my thoughts are still entirely centered on thing and one thing only.

  How much I want him; how utterly and completely turned on I am sitting up there right next to him.

  The stage manager counts down on his fingers, the lights go up, and my mother smiles at the camera.

  It’s that exact moment that I feel Hunter’s hand drop to my knee under the table, sliding all the way up to the wet front of my panties.

  My jaw drops before I quickly shut it, fighting everything I have not to turn and just stare like he’s insane.

  Because he is insane, and this is insane. There’s a floor-length drape over the table, including on our side which cover our laps. But it doesn’t matter that no one can see us; it doesn’t matter that no one knows that Hunter’s fingers are sliding under the soaking wet edge of my panties and brushing across my pussy.

  It matters that I am now on live fucking internatio
nal television with my stepbrother’s fingers sliding into my pussy.

  “Good evening, America,” my mother says easily, as if addressing a nation on television is the most effortless thing in the world. As if looking into a camera beaming her face to hundreds of millions of people is so carefree.

  Let me tell you, the perspective is slightly different from where I sit, with Hunter’s finger slowly driving me mad under the table.

  I want to push him away, or slap him, or even just tell him to quit it before we both get absolutely humiliated on national television, but I can’t. I can’t hit him on T.V., I can’t say anything to him while my mother is addressing the country.

  I have to sit there and smile — “not too toothy” — and just be part of the perfect little all American family, — the first family — on that stage. I have to just smile benignly at the camera, while Hunter’s fingers slowly drive me absolutely wild.

  “Tonight, I wanted to take a moment to share something very special with you all.”

  My hands grip the edge of the table in front of us, my knuckles white as I force myself to keep breathing and not to let my eyes flutter shut as the pleasure rolls through me.

  “When you voted me into this office, we made history. It’s because of you, America, that I’m here today breaking down every boundary this office still holds, in the name of equality, and in the spirit of pushing this great country into the future.”

  My breath catches in my throat and my heart threatens to pound right through my chest as Hunter lets his thumb circle around and around my clit. He’s just sitting there quietly, a small little smile on his face. Looking to all the world like the perfect little soldier; the charming young man stepping into his new role.

  “You put your trust in me, America, and so today, I’d like to do the same with you as I announce one more historic breakthrough for this Presidency.”

  And suddenly, the horrible realization hits me that he’s not going to stop. Suddenly, I realize this doesn’t end with him teasing me to a point and then stopping.

  This ends with him making me come on national fucking television.

  The shocking realization has me pushing a hand beneath the table, trying to pull his hand away, as incredible as he feels. He resists me though, and I clench my jaw tight as I smile into the camera while his thumb rolls over and over my clit.