Storm: A Stepbrother Romance

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by Alpha, A


  I grab her waist and lift her up, and she follows my body like she was made for me. She’s feather light, wrapping her legs around my waist as I lower her against my mouth, our lips crashing together.

  It’s not like our first kiss, full of fear and rebelliousness. It’s sweet, it’s wrong, yet it’s so fucking right.

  Rubi whimpers every time I move my mouth, demanding I keep my lips on hers. If I move away for a second, her hands are already around my neck, pulling me back. She kisses me like she’s waited long enough. Deep, hard, driving me insane.

  I breathe out as she pulls me back once again.

  She looks me right in the eye. “Dare,” she says, a sweet smile playing on her lips.

  I bite down on her bottom lip, making her moan in pleasure. “Let me make you mine,” I say.

  Chapter 14 – RUBI

  I’m coming undone, and it’s all because of Jax. I thought I could resist, thought I could fight, but as soon as we kiss, I’m done for.

  And he doesn’t disappoint, doesn’t hold back – not for a single moment.

  He lowers me to the sand, our bodies pressed together, hearts beating as one. Our eyes are glued to one another’s, and I can’t wait any longer.

  My hands tremble as I reach for the hem of Jax’s shirt. I lift it, my free hand sliding over his rock hard abs as he groans in my ear. His hands are at his sides, shaking lightly like he can’t resist touching me himself. But it’s my game now, and I’m about to break all the rules.

  In a rush, I lift his shirt all the way and he raises his hands, helping me pull it over his head. I come face to face with his tattooed chest, the glorious black images coming to life in the moonlight as his muscles ripple.

  “Eyes up here,” he tells me, and a small smile makes its way on my face. My fingers glide across his chest, coming to stop on an intricate web of tattoos.

  “Take your dress off,” he orders, his voice rough with desire.

  “Won’t you help me?” I ask in response, but he shakes his head.

  “No. I want to watch.”

  He smiles wide, and I feel the goose bumps on my skin. Then, I do what he says, his orders turning me on more than anything. I lift the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head in one swift motion, my breasts bouncing as I pull the thin fabric over my head.

  Jax is inches away, but he reaches for me with one hand, grazing the sensitive skin on my belly with just one finger. “So beautiful,” he groans under his breath and I look away shyly.

  But I’m getting over it pretty quickly, and soon after, I’m reaching for Jax’s shorts and giving him a questioning look. He throws his head back, running a hand through his hair and I pull down his shorts.

  He’s in just his boxers now, and the outline of his cock would be hard to ignore even if I wanted to. My eyes widen as I take in his impressive girth, his erection clearly visible through the tight boxers.

  “Jax,” I breathe, and my hand reaches out as if of its own accord. I stroke his length through the silky material, and he moans, tipping my chin upwards with a finger, making me look at him.

  His cock presses into my side as his fingers trace the dimples on my back. Before I can stop myself, my hands find the hem of his boxers, pulling them lower and lower.

  Jax retreats just a few inches, taking in my body. He gives me that smile that drives me insane, whispering in my hair, “Come on darlin’, pull a little harder. I want to play.”

  His mouth is on my throat next and traveling downwards. I’m having trouble breathing when he reaches my breasts, his breath hot on my skin. I beg him to go lower, and he reaches my pebbled nipples, sucking one into his mouth.

  Jax’s tongue plays with my bud, licking it gently and tugging just hard enough to make me gasp with both pain and pleasure. “More,” I beg him.

  He does as he is told, while the hand that isn’t on the small of my back finds its way down to my pussy. He plays with me, his fingers dipping inside and driving me insane. Finally, he pushes them down and his finger massages my lips as I moan against his mouth.

  I can’t believe this is happening. It’s so wrong, but how can I stop, when it feels just right?

  I banish the thoughts, too involved in what’s happening. His fingers are playing with me, and it doesn’t take him long to find my clit, stroking a place only I have touched before.

  “Jax,” I mumble against his mouth. “Dare me again.”

  He doesn’t take long to respond, grabbing my chin and pulling me closer. “Take my cock in your hand and put it in your mouth.”

  My eyes widen, but I can’t help it – I want to do what he says. Finally, I reach for the hem of his silky boxers, pulling them down before I can change my mind. I make my gaze stay locked with his for just a moment longer, and when I break contact, unable to resist, he chuckles.

  I look down, my fingers trembling as I reach for him.

  His cock is huge. And that is not an exaggeration.

  He’s thick and long, throbbing with want for me, several veins lining his length. And the very tip is pierced, two silver metal balls on each side of it. I swallow hard, looking back up.

  And that smirk is back on his face, like he has nothing to hide. Like he wants me to look. Just that smirk might make me come right this very moment.

  “Don’t be shy,” he says with a rough voice, and I reach for him, obeying like a good girl. My fingers wrap around his impressive girth, one of them stroking the tip with the piercing.

  He groans, and I love that I made that happen, so I drop to my knees. The sand is harsh under me, and I’m now realizing how exposed we are out here. It’s nighttime, and there’s no one nearby, but if someone came across us, we’d have nowhere to hide.

  For some reason, that thought makes me shiver with excitement.

  Jax gives me a confused look as I stroke him, my fingers more sure of their path with every motion.

  Slowly, I lower my mouth to his cock, my gaze locked with Jax’s, but I’m too shy to do anything else.

  “Dare,” I whisper instead, hoping he’ll give me what we both want.

  His fingers wrap in my hair, bringing my head so close to his cock my lips are almost touching it. I look up, begging for the release both of us need so desperately.

  “Lick,” he orders me, and I do as I’m told, my tongue licking the metallic silver ball first, then touching his tip, giving it a taste.

  I mumble something incoherent and he groans, making my head stay in place as I get a proper taste. I lick the sensitive underside, his cock throbbing under my lips, begging me to take all of it in my mouth.

  I try to do so, but choke when I’m halfway in and Jax curses out loud.

  “Don’t, Rubi,” he groans. “Don’t do it, I won’t be able to hold back.”

  He pulls me up, half by my hair, half by my arms, wrapping me up in his strong arms, his throbbing cock pressing against my belly.

  He kisses me deep and hard, prolonging what we both know is about to happen.

  “You sure?” he asks, even though I’m sure neither of us could stop now. I nod and he moans, positioning me on my back. His hands are traveling all over my body and we’re both breathing heavily.

  He grabs his jeans, taking from the back pocket a small packet and ripping it. I realize it’s a condom, and my heart starts to pound as he rolls it on his thickness.

  Jax grins at me, his hand slipping between my legs and finding me soaked.

  He has his cock positioned at my entrance, and I realize I have to come clean.

  “Wait!” I say in a small voice, and he looks down at me with lust-filled eyes. “Jax, I …”

  “I’ll stop,” he says, his voice shaky. “I’ll stop if you want me to.”

  “Don’t,” I shake my head vehemently. “But I…”

  I stare at him, my eyes dancing over his features as I think of the best way to deliver this news. “Truth,” I choose, and he gives me a confused look.

  “I’m a virgin,” I spit out, looking away.
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  He reaches out for me, his hand gripping my throat lightly, making me look at him. “You sure you want this?” he asks once again, and I nod. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.

  “Well then,” Jax groans, licking his hand and making me even wetter. “How about we make some memories?”

  I arch my back to be closer to him, desperately needing that beautiful cock inside me. He plunges in in one long, swift motion as I gasp.

  “You’re not a virgin anymore, darlin’,” he says hoarsely, filling me up. I stare at the night above us, my eyes wide with shock. It hurts, but it feels so fucking good.

  “More,” I beg Jax, and he pulls out his whole length, then plunges inside me again as I gasp. The feeling is something I’m getting addicted to by the second stroke, my body shaking with the need for more.

  I keep repeating his name as he pumps inside me, one hand holding the small of my back, the other braced on my side. He curses out loud as he fucks me, and I’m seeing stars – not just the ones in the summer sky.

  “You feel so good, Jax,” I whisper in his ear.

  He groans against my mouth, shutting me up with a deep kiss, then moving away and looking at me with concern. “Does it hurt?” he asks worriedly.

  I gulp as I ride another wave of pleasure, my walls tightening around his thick shaft, ready to milk every last drop of his hot come. “Yes,” I whisper. “But I love it …”

  He curses out loud and fucks me like it’s the first and last time, until I’m sure we’re both about to pass out. Finally, he looks at me and grips my hair in a fist.

  “I’m going to come inside of you now, okay, Rubi?” he asks me, his voice pained. I nod, begging him to do what he said.

  “Be a good girl,” he orders me. “I want you to come on my cock, too.”

  I writhe under his touch, getting off on those words alone.

  “Can you do that, Rubi?”

  Before I can answer him, my body erupts in ice and fire and everything in between and I cry out, feeling the waves washing over my body. “Yes,” I whisper. “I can, oh, Jax!”

  He curses against my hair and his whole body tenses as he pumps one last time. He groans and I can tell he’s going through the same thing, shaking and calling my name in a broken whisper.

  His body convulsing, Jax collapses on top of me, his cock still inside me. He looks down at me, his smirk ever present on his face as I pant in exhaustion.

  “Wasn’t that fun, darlin’?’,” he groans against my lips, giving me a deep, sated kiss.

  Chapter 15 – JAX

  I wrap Rubi in my arms as she stars at the night sky, not quite believing this happened. She snuggles closer to me and I kiss the top of her head.

  “Shit,” she laughs, as if she’s just realizing what happened. “I can’t believe we did that.” She giggles uncomfortably, squirming in my arms, but I pull her closer. Now that I’ve had her, there’s no fucking way I’ll let her get away.

  Because what just happened … That was amazing. I still can’t quite understand why she let me be her first, but I’m glad. And I’m hoping it was just as good for her.

  “You already regretting it?” I tease her, my fingers circling the skin on her smooth, tanned belly.

  She smacks me away and looks into my eyes. Those green eyes of hers will be the end of me some day, I swear. “No,” she says, her voice strong and unrelenting. “Not even a little bit.”

  Then she laughs and escapes from my arms, pulling her dress back over her naked body. “Catch me if you can,” she shouts in my direction before running off towards the beach house which is a short distance away.

  I get up in a rush and get dressed as fast as possible before going after her. It seems like all I’ve been doing since the moment I met Rubi Lynn is running after her, chasing her down … But now I’ve caught her.

  ***

  We end up in my room, snuggling up in the bed.

  Fuck me, I am cuddling a girl, and not even in order to get sex.

  “I’m sore,” she whispers in my ear, and I soothe her by rubbing her back, to which she replies, “That’s not the part of me that’s sore.”

  Rubi’s wearing a dress over her nakedness, her body writhing against mine in a state of half-sleep. It’s as if she still hasn’t had enough despite the fact she’s hurting. I wrap her up in my arms and she’s asleep in seconds, but I’m the one who can’t catch a wink of rest.

  So many thoughts are swimming in my mind, and at around 4 a.m., I come to terms that this might be a sleepless night for me. However, I’m content in my bed, as long as Rubi is snuggling close to me, her breathing steady, a smile playing on her lips.

  I’m thinking about what this means. What we did tonight, however much we both wanted it, is going to have consequences.

  Because I knew as soon as I had her, my cock sliding inside her – Rubi isn’t a girl I just want to sleep with. She’s the girl I want to have everything with. And that might prove to be a problem.

  It isn’t just the stepbrother thing – even though that’s reason enough to worry.

  My thoughts are circling around the bet, wishing I’d never agreed to it.

  Right there on my bed, with my sweet firecracker in my arms, I decide I need to repair the damage before it even happens. I have to convince her that this is real, bet or no bet. Starting right now.

  ***

  I’m still holding her close as she opens her eyes hours later. I’ve used the time I had while she slept well, and I am now familiar with every freckle on that upturned nose of hers. She’s fucking adorable, but still sexy enough to have my cock stirring with every move she makes in my arms.

  “Morning, darlin’,” I greet her, my voice hoarse from being quiet too long. She smiles, cuddling into the crook of my arm. This small fact, knowing that she isn’t regretting what happened last night, makes me feel so much better.

  “Mornin’,” she mumbles, stretching in my arms like a lithe cat. My fingers graze her exposed skin, raising goose bumps in their wake. It feels good to be able to do this.

  We take our time getting up, and she giggles as I tickle her teasingly. I’m relishing the touch of her skin against mine, and for the first time in my life, I’m not regretting waking up with a girl in my bed.

  A breakthrough.

  Finally, we head downstairs, and I offer to make breakfast. Rubi agrees, sitting down on a bar stool at the counter, her elbows propped up and her hands supporting her head. She looks adorable with her tousled hair, a smile plastered on her face.

  I go for pancakes, the one thing I can make. But they’re damn good pancakes, if I do say so myself.

  “Smells delicious,” Rubi comments, flipping through a cookbook mom left on the counter. I keep sneaking glances at her out of the corner of my eye, not quite believing what is going on.

  The change in her is enormous, and I can’t believe how little it took to get her to ease off the attitude. She hasn’t cursed once today – in fact, she’s been smiling since she got up.

  As much as I like Tony, Rubi’s father, I resent him for leaving Rubi and her mother. You can tell from the change in attitude she’s full of hatred because of what happened.

  I set a plate of fluffy pancakes with blueberries in front of her, and her eyes widen. She licks her lips, which makes my cock stir, and I make a mental note to keep calm.

  “Yum,” she says like an excited kid, reminding me that those three years that separate us make a huge difference. She’s still so young, and I’ve fucked up too many times to count in my life.

  It makes my smile fade.

  Rubi digs in with a fork and gushes about my cooking skills, and it helps me to recover my smile.

  I watch her closely, and am surprised when her eyes grow worried after a while, and her motions become slower and slower.

  She pushes her plate away after a minute or so, her lips pursed. She hasn’t even finished her food.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, my voice tense.

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  She slips off the stool, walking away from me without so much as a look over her shoulder. I’m getting more and more confused by the second. I clear her plate, then head after her, finding her in the living room, flipping through the channels on the TV.

  I sit down next to her on the couch, and she inches away from me. I give her a confused look, but she refuses to meet my eye. Several long minutes go by, until I’ve had enough of her childish games.

  I reach across her lap, pulling the remote out of her hands. I turn off the TV while she crosses her arms in front of her body, already in defensive mode. Her eyes are glued to the blank TV screen, refusing to so much as look at me.

  “What are you doing?” I ask her, hardly masking the anger in my voice.

  Rubi doesn’t answer, just pouts and mutters something to herself.

  “Fine,” I say. I get up from the couch, throwing the remote at the plush fabric and running a hand through my hair. I’m already exhausted from the lack of conversation on Rubi’s part. “I’m heading out. I don’t have time for this.”

  “I’m sure,” she retorts with a bitter undertone to her voice, and I don’t understand what’s happening at all. She’s quick to answer, and I can tell all her barbs are out, ready to hurt me. “Already off to win over another conquest?”

  “What?” My expression is one of genuine confusion.

  “Oh, right,” she snaps at me. “Like I’m so far off.”

  “Rubi, what are you saying?” I ask her tiredly.

  “The truth,” she says, the volume of her voice already rising and ready for the fight which I’m sure she’s about to start. “Don’t think I’m that dumb, Jax. I know you wanted to get in my bed as soon as I saw you. Is that what I am to you, some sort of game you need to win?”

  I think of the bet, and guilt fills me. She laughs sadly, knowing she is right. What a sad pair we are.

  “No need to defend yourself,” she says, her voice almost breaking as she speaks. “You got what you wanted, even more. Bet you didn’t think you’d be my first. At least I gave you something to brag about.”

 

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