My Stepbrother, the Billionaire, & the Ball: Forbidden Romance (The Step Contract, Book 2)

by Stephanie Brother

  “Less talking. More sex.” Blake drove his point home with a teasing pull out and deep thrust into me.

  “Yes, sir.”

  I wasn’t going to last as long as he was fucking me like that. I was filled all the way to my cervix, his balls slapping against me as he drove into me over and over, rubbing along the rough, uneven patch inside that ached to be stimulated just like he was doing at that moment. Our coupling was fierce and unrelenting; I was holding on as Blake took me where he wanted us to go. He twisted my nipples, and the mix of pain and pleasure shot through me. I came hard, wailing as I did because he kept going, taking me forcefully without pause. I couldn’t ask him to stop. I was having trouble forming words. It was easier just to tremble and spasm and ride it out.

  He swelled inside me, and I could tell when his thrusts slowed just s little bit before he sank into me deeply several times, then stilled as he came, shooting warm cum deep inside me. It gave me a little thrill to feel his sperm spurting inside of me, coating my womb. Even though I knew the possibilities of getting pregnant were very slim, knowing there was a chance to make a baby gave me a thrill of pleasure as he pumped and emptied himself inside of me.

  I thought after all that energy was spent, he was going to collapse on me, but Blake wasn’t even halfway done.

  He slid down me, his big hands splayed along my torso, and I shivered when he blew on my sex. I hadn’t told him before, but he was the only guy I had ever let touch me with his mouth down there.

  He licked along my folds, tasting me, then ran his tongue along the hood of skin covering my clit, teasing it to come out and play.

  I bucked a little, and my hands lifter unconsciously. Blake saw and lifted a finger. “Stay still. Don’t make me tie you up.”

  Suddenly I was incredibly hot again.

  He arched an eyebrow at me. “Hmm. That was a fast reaction. We’re going to explore that at a later date.” To illustrate his point, he swiped one finger through my wetness mixed with his juices.

  I was turned on by the thought of being tied up?

  Blake brought his finger to my mouth. I opened my lips, closing them around his skin, lapping up the result of our fucking. When I licked my way up his finger, the smoldering look he gave me was enough to make my walls clench and tighten.

  He returned the finger to my hole, pushing it inside me, then used his other hands to roll my clit around in gentle circles. It was sweet, sweet torture. Then he replaced his thumb with his tongue.

  Blake licked and suckled me with abandon. I had to remind myself not to crunch his head between my legs, because the roiling pleasure building in my clit and pussy demanded I take control of the rhythm. But Blake was completely in control.

  Then he sucked harder, pumping his fingers into me at a fast pace, and my orgasm descended on me like a tsunami, wiping every coherent thought from my mind, washing me away in exquisite agony.

  When I returned from the white wave of heat behind my eyes, Blake was lifting me and turning me over. My ass was sticking up in the air, my head was on my hands, and I could only whimper in response as he spread my legs and took me from behind.

  I felt his sac slap my clit with every thrust as Blake drove into me. He couldn’t get enough of my breasts, fondling and cupping them even as they bounced out of his grip as he pounded me into the mattress.

  The orgasm built within me again, spiraling down to my core in a rush of heat. Blake stroked my swollen, pointed nub and gyrated his hips, and I clamped down on his cock and screamed his name as I came undone. As I drew him further inside, Blake swelled even more and thrust into my pussy until he released into me. I spasmed and contracted around him, drawing his cock further inside me as he pumped his semen into my womb.

  Utterly spent, I collapsed onto the sheets. Blake kissed my back between my shoulder blades, then pulled out and rolled me over, kissing me on the lips, his pulse throbbing beneath the hand I put on his neck as I drew him closer.

  “I love you, Jenna,” Blake said, stroking my cheek, eyes boring into mine from above.

  “I love you, Blake,” I said. Finally, I had said it out loud.

  Then I sat up and put on my most serious face. “I love you even more for not ruining my dress.”

  Retaliation was swift and brutal. “Oomph!” And filled with down. My eyes started to water.

  “You’re welcome,” he said, then tossed the duvet over my head with an evil laugh.

  I would pay him back in due time. As soon as I learned how to properly win a pillow fight.

  7

  “I still can’t believe you didn’t update me every hour on the plot,” Mimi shook her head, holding up the glass door panel so that I could attach it to the book display case.

  It had been three weeks since Blake had proposed to me and I had accepted, two weeks, six days, and four hours since I had sneaked back into my own room in the pre-dawn hours so our parents wouldn’t find out right away when they stopped by to say their goodbyes the next morning, two weeks, six days, and two hours since Blake had dropped me off at the bus station and kissed me goodbye for so long that people started to stare, and two weeks, six days, one hour, and 45 minutes since I called Mimi and told her part of the story.

  She had nearly fainted after catching sight of my engagement ring, which I wore on a chain around my neck to avoid questions that I felt compelled to answer for her but no one else. Mimi had grilled me on every single detail the minute I had returned, and I still hadn’t heard the end of it. The only thing I hadn’t mentioned was how perfect I thought George would be for her.

  “Mi, it wasn’t a plot, it was a contract,” I said, fastening the screws to attach the door to the frame. “Everything happened so fast I didn’t even have time to process it, let alone discuss it with you. You know that.”

  Mimi sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine, but I wish you had at least given me permission to investigate Dillon Fox. That guy sounds like a real creeper.”

  “No doubt you’d be able to out-spy the corporate intelligence sector during your third shift.” I shook my head. “I hope I never have to deal with him again, but seeing as he works with Blake and is an old friend of his, I doubt I’m going to that lucky. There.” I put the last screw in and tested the door.

  I’d never had locking cases before, mainly because I’d never been able to afford to own a collectible that needed one. Now that Blake had paid off my debts and given me some base inventory funds to work with, I had bought improved shelving to house the Oz books and a few other rare odds and ends, just in time for George’s visit.

  “Speaking of luck, I’ve run out of it.” Mimi fished around in her purse. “You don’t happen to have a tampon or a pad, do you? I’m out and I need one before lunch break.”

  “Sure.” I went over to my purse, pulling out a spare and surreptitiously handing it to her behind the counter, even though there were no customers in sight.

  “Thanks a million.” She smiled and disappeared into the bathroom. I stared after her, positive I was forgetting something. Something important I had to do this week, if I was late.

  Late.

  Period.

  My period was late.

  That wasn’t huge news in and of itself with an irregular cycle. But since Blake and I had had sex without birth control, several times, it was probably a good idea to pick up a test.

  Just in case.

  I went to the drugstore on my break first thing.

  The instructions said to pee on the strip at the end, and it would have a cross in the box if the test was positive. I knew what the negative result looked like, so when the box turned wet and there was an “x” in it, I thought it was a trick of the light.

  The lines stayed crossed.

  Still not believing it, I drank two more cups of tea, waited, and did the other test in the box.

  Positive.

  Two positives in a row.

  Hands shaking, I leaned against the wall. No matter how many times I blinked, the results when I op
ened my eyes were the same. A mixture of joy and panic washed over me, pulling my thoughts into sharp focus.

  Somehow, despite the tremendous odds and without any additional help, I had managed to become pregnant.

  In a little less than nine months, I was going to have Blake’s baby.

  To Be Continued in the finale, Part 3: My Stepbrother, the Billionaire, & the Baby, coming very soon.

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