Forbidden Touch: A Second Chance Stepbrother Romance

by Rye Hart

  “The doc cleared you to come back,” he said. “It’s up to me to decide how active you are.”

  “I’m ready,” I said.

  “Take it easy for a while,” he said. “At least for a few weeks. After that, we’ll talk again.”

  “Come on,” I said. “I’ve been sitting on my ass for over a month. I need to do something.”

  “You will,” he said. “There’s plenty to do around here other than go on calls, all right? You lay low. Keep your head down.”

  “You’re killing me,” I said.

  “Suck it up,” Chief said.

  I nodded and watched him walk away. I was pissed, but a part of me was glad. Tara’s treatments would start soon, and when they did, I wanted to be available to her. The last thing I needed was to get hurt again while Tara was undergoing chemo or worse, in the middle of brain surgery.

  I walked back to the kitchen and fell into my chair beside her. She reached for my hand automatically, interlocking her fingers with mine. I grinned at her and then sat back. Listening to her shoot the shit with my buddies solidified my love for her. We sat in the kitchen for a few hours, just screwing around until finally, Tara turned to me with that look in her eyes.

  I would recognize that look anywhere. My dick twitched in my pants, and everything disappeared but her. She stared at me, her pale blue eyes desperate and needy. I groaned quietly and leaned closer to her. I brushed my lips against her ear, making her shiver. When I pulled away, she was staring at me intently.

  “Take me home,” she said softly.

  “Goodnight boys,” I said, getting to my feet and pulling Tara with me. “We’ll see you later.”

  “They’re totally gonna fuck,” Tyler said under his breath.

  Tara turned to him with a sharp glare. She stared him down until his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

  “Don’t be jealous, Tyler,” she said smoothly. “You’ll find the right man someday.”

  The guys all whooped and hollered at the insult as we hurried outside. Tara’s hand was wound tightly around mine. We ran to the car with only one thing in mind.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - TARA

  My body was desperate for Caleb’s touch. The entire drive home, I could barely see straight. My heart was racing in my chest, and my palms were sweaty. Caleb kept his hand on my knee, but it wasn’t enough. My jeans separated his skin from mine, and I wanted them gone. I longed to feel his strong hands rip off my clothes and press himself against me. My fantasies were working on overdrive as we finally made it back to his apartment.

  Stumbling through the front door, Caleb’s hands were already on me. He tore off my shirt and my bra, kissing me roughly as each article of clothing fell to the floor. His fingers moved expertly down to my jeans. He unbuttoned them and shoved them down, pulling my panties with them. I was fully naked before we even made to his bedroom. He kissed me so hard that I thought our lips might fuse together. I couldn’t get enough of him. My tongue raked against his with a needy hunger I’d never felt before. No matter how many times we slept together, Caleb could still ignite my body in ways no one ever had.

  He pushed me back on the bed. I bounced lightly and smiled up at him. He scrambled out of his own clothes, kicking them into a pile on the floor and crawling on top of me. His naked body pressed down on mine, his lips searching desperately for my neck. I lifted my head, allowing him better access while he tore at my skin with his tongue and teeth. I moaned and tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him closer to me. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and I could already feel myself dripping with desire.

  “I want you so fucking badly,” he growled against my skin.

  “I’m yours,” I said.

  He growled again and moved his lips down to my nipples. They were hard and perky, ready for his attention. He massaged one between two fingers while his teeth teased the other. I writhed beneath him, moaning with pleasure and need.

  When he tore his lips from my tits, I whined in protest. He grinned up at me and slid down my body until he was between my legs.

  “Oh God,” I moaned as he buried his face in my pussy. His lips were soft and warm, his tongue vicious and unrelenting. “Caleb.”

  He licked me hard, grabbing my ass and pulling me forward. I lifted my hips and pressed myself harder against his tongue. My legs were already shaking, and my face was flushed with desire. I grabbed my tits and held on, rolling my nipples between my fingers while Caleb fucked me with his tongue.

  My orgasm built slowly at first, and then, it came rushing to the surface like a flood. My body jerked forward, and Caleb held me there, still licking my clit ferociously.

  “Caleb,” I moaned again. “Oh fuck!”

  He didn’t stop after my orgasm. His tongue darted downward, lapping up the juices that flowed out of me. Before I could catch my breath, his tongue was back on my clit. I cried out and grasped the bedsheets with both hands. My fingers dug in, and my hips jerked upward to meet Caleb’s strokes.

  In seconds, I was ready to come again. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my entire body was on fire. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Caleb had total control over my body, and I loved it.

  “Caleb!” I cried out, coming hard and fast. He grinned against my pussy, licking me slower and savoring my taste.

  When he finally pulled his face away from me, I grabbed him and yanked him upward. He groaned as I claimed his lips in passionate kiss. I had to have him. I couldn’t wait a single second.

  “Roll over,” I demanded.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He grinned and flopped onto his back.

  I sat up and straddled him, lowering myself on top of his dick and slowly rubbing my sopping wet pussy over his sensitive skin.

  “Shit,” he growled. His eyes rolled back as he ran his hands down my sides. He grabbed my hips roughly. I devoured him with my eyes before lifting myself up to slide his rock-hard cock inside me.

  “Yes,” I moaned as he filled me. My pussy opened for him, welcoming him and enveloping him in its folds. He grunted and lifted his hips to meet me, shoving himself deeper inside.

  I rocked my hips slowly back and forth, leaning back so he got a good view of my tits. He reached up and grabbed them roughly, pinching my nipples and staring at me with lustful eyes. His hands slid down my stomach to my clit. He rubbed me once, making me gasp and lunge forward. My desire for him was stronger than ever.

  I fell on top of him, bouncing my ass up and down roughly. Our lips met, and he kissed me harder than ever. Our tongues lashed against each other while our bodies slammed into one another with vigor. I rocked back and forth while he lifted himself up, bringing us both closer and closer to the edge.

  When I was seconds away, I pulled away from his lips and sat up. I rode him harder and faster than I thought I could. My body took over control, and I pounded against him, making myself scream out his name and vibrate with need.

  “Come for me,” he said, his voice rough. “Come for me again. Let me feel you come.”

  “Fuck!” I screamed. “Caleb!”

  He rammed his hips upward and rubbed my clit furiously with his thumb. I moaned and cried out with pleasure. My entire body shook uncontrollably while he continued to ram himself inside me. He prolonged my orgasm, making me convulse and whimper.

  “Come here,” he growled and flipped me over. He rolled me onto my stomach and slapped my ass, making it shake and bringing yet another moan to my lips.

  “Take me,” I said weakly. “Take me.”

  “You’re so goddamn perfect,” he whispered, running his fingers down my spine and over my ass. He slapped me again and then lifted my hips. I laid on my stomach, clutching the bedsheets while he slid back inside me.

  “Oh shit,” I groaned and immediately felt my body shake with need.

  I’d already come three times, and yet, I couldn’t get enough. As Caleb started to thrust inside of me, holding onto my ass, I already felt another orgasm building. I didn’t know how much mo
re I could handle, but I would let him fuck me until I collapsed. His cock felt so perfect inside me. I dripped around him, my juices flowing. His balls slapped against me hard and fast, hitting my clit and making me gasp.

  “Oh God!” I screamed. “Caleb! I’m going to come again!”

  He slapped my ass, and I cried out, my body vibrating and weak. He took me harder, making me whimper with pleasure. I’d never felt so alive in my entire life. I pushed my ass backward, desperate to feel all of him while I could.

  “Fuck, baby,” Caleb said. “You’re so damn wet.”

  I moaned and came hard. My body shook, and my mouth fell open. I could barely make a sound. Caleb’s cock throbbed inside of me, and when I came, he shot forward with his own release.

  “Shit!” he cried out. “Oh fuck!”

  He gripped my hips and pushed himself deep inside me, letting the waves of pleasure wash over him. We both froze in that position, trembling and dripping with each other’s ecstasy. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe.

  When Caleb pulled out of me, I collapsed on the bed, panting and shaking. My body was exhausted, and yet, I’d never felt better. I couldn’t believe how amazing that was. Caleb made me come not once, but four times. I’d never been with anyone who could do that. As Caleb fell on the bed beside me, I could hear him breathing hard.

  I rolled over to face him. His eyes were closed, and his hand was over his face. He was shaking. I grinned at the sight. I wasn’t the only one weak from our encounter. I pushed myself up and flopped on my side, slowly pulling myself over to where he laid.

  His eyes blinked open, and he looked at me. His smile was weak, but when he lifted his arms to embrace me, they were as strong as ever. He pulled me against his chest and held onto me tightly. My lips found every inch of his skin that I could reach. I kissed him while my breathing returned to normal and body finally stopped shaking. I could already feel a soreness creeping up in my legs.

  “That was amazing,” I managed to say.

  Caleb laughed and kissed my head. He was still panting, his chest rising and falling heavily.

  “You’re amazing,” he said. “That was fucking incredible.”

  “I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” I joked.

  Caleb laughed again, and the sound filled me with a happy glow. In that moment, I was so certain of our future. I saw everything. I saw myself beating this cancer and being healthier than ever. I imagined Caleb and I starting a life together. We could stay in town, or we could leave like he always wanted. It wouldn’t matter where we went because we would be together.

  My eyes fell closed while Caleb held me. I was too tired to fight the exhaustion any longer, and soon, sleep overwhelmed me. I dreamt of him that night. My dreams were hazy. I couldn’t make out anything specific except for Caleb’s face. I saw his face all night, and when I woke the next morning, his deep green eyes were the first thing I saw.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE - CALEB

  Tara and I woke up the next morning still connected. Our bodies were tangled together, my arms wrapped around her and her leg thrown over my waist. While I held her, I couldn’t help but imagine doing this for the rest of my life. Now that Tara and I could be together without the pressure and threats from Darren, I felt like the entire world was opening up to us. We could do anything we wanted. We could go anywhere. As long as we had each other, nothing else mattered.

  Nothing else, except her cancer.

  That thought hit me like a punch to the stomach. Tara opened her eyes and blinked up at me, grinning sleepily. She kissed my lips and sighed, lingering just long enough to make my dick grow hard. I cursed myself for not being able to control my body. Whenever Tara was around, the damn thing had a mind of its own.

  She looked down to see it hard and grinned.

  “Someone’s happy to see me,” she said. Her hand slid down to stroke me slowly. I moaned and tried my best to fight the sensations she was creating.

  I wanted to talk about her treatment. More than anything, I wanted to know she would be okay but I couldn’t. Everything was so uncertain. Our future seemed wide open and yet, completely closed off. If Tara’s chemotherapy didn’t work, then what? Would surgery be an option? And if not, would I lose her forever?

  That thought was enough to push any sexual desires I had to the back of my mind. Tara continued to stroke my cock, but I groaned and slowly pulled away. She frowned, confused and slightly hurt.

  “We have my PT session in an hour,” I reminded her gently. “We should probably shower before we go to the hospital.”

  “I never thought I would say this,” she said. “But I wish we could skip it today.”

  “Me too,” I said with a laugh.

  “But you’re right,” she said. She sighed deeply and pushed herself out of bed. “We should definitely shower first.”

  She grinned and reached for my hand. I couldn’t resist her for another second. I let her pull me into the bathroom and turn on the shower. When it was hot enough, we stepped inside, and Tara ran her soft fingers over my body. I kissed her long and hard, the water making our bodies slick and slippery.

  When she kissed her way down my chest, not stopping until she was on her knees, my dick hard in her face, I knew I was a goner. This woman was everything to me. Without her, I didn’t know what I would do.

  She took me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around me and making my head go blank. I couldn’t think about anything with her doing that. My body reacted instinctively, jutting itself forward and succumbing to the deep pleasure.

  Tara brought me to orgasm, letting me come in her mouth and swallowing it down. She looked so fucking hot kneeling between my legs. I groaned and gripped her hair while she finished me off. I could barely stand up, and yet, I still wanted more.

  “Good morning,” she said with a sly grin.

  “You’re perfect,” I said. “Absolutely perfect.”

  We finished showering and got ready for the day. As we drove to the hospital, I couldn’t stand for Tara to be away from my reach. I held her hand, lightly tracing her skin with my thumb. I didn’t want to let go. Ever.

  When we reached the PT building, Tara led the way inside. She was grinning from ear to ear all morning. The night before had been amazing. We were so connected, so effortlessly us. I’d never felt more confident in our relationship, and I knew Tara felt the exact same way. She was happy. So happy I couldn’t stand to ruin it, but I knew I had to. We had to talk about her cancer.

  “Listen,” I said as we got to the weight bench. “I know you don’t want to talk about this, but we need to.”

  “Not today,” she said. She pressed a finger to my lips to silence me. “Right now, in this moment, I just want to be happy.”

  “I know baby, but,” I said before she interrupted me.

  “I know we have to talk about it,” she said. “My treatment and everything. It’s going to be scary. This entire process scares the hell out of me, and soon, it’ll be the only thing we talk about. So, for right now, let’s just be here. Together and happy. Please?”

  I smiled and nodded, knowing I would never deny her a request like that.

  We started my physical therapy session just like the others. Tara helped me stretch out and then got me on the bench. Now that I was mostly healed, my sessions were quick and easy. Tara still pushed me further each time, making me break my limits every time. That was just one reason why I loved her so damn much. She never let me stop or give up.

  While my session progressed, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Tara said. She wanted today to be her day of happiness, just one day of blissful peace. I wanted to give her that. I wanted to make this day perfect in every way because she was right, it might be the last truly happy day she had for a while. Once her chemo started, everything would be harder.

  I stared at her while she wiped down the weight bench. No one else was in the PT building. It was just us.

  Tara looked amazing, just like alw
ays. Her blonde hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, falling halfway down her back. Every time she moved, it caught the light and mesmerized me. When she lifted her eyes to mine, they overwhelmed me. I could have stared into their blue depths for the rest of my life.

  “What are you looking at?” Tara asked, smiling lightly.

  “I’ve been thinking,” I said.

  “Yeah?” she asked.

  I cleared my throat and walked over to her. I kissed her slowly, wanting the moment to last forever. She sighed and pressed herself against me. When we pulled apart, I blinked at her, trying to remember how to speak.

  “What were you thinking?” she asked.

  “Everything that happened between us feels like fate, doesn’t it?” I asked. “I mean, we met years ago and fell in love. We weren’t supposed to be together, but we couldn’t fight it. Then, like idiots, we let each other go. I hated myself for ten years and then, suddenly, you’re back in my life. It felt like fate.”

  “It did,” Tara said, smiling.

  “And I think that’s too strong to ignore,” I said. “We found our way back to each other after a lot of shit went down. That has to mean something.”

  “What are you saying?” Tara asked with a confused chuckle.

  “I’m saying that I love you,” I said. “I love you, Tara.”

  “I love you too.” She smiled and leaned forward, ready for another kiss.

  “And I want to marry you,” I finished.

  She froze. Her eyes met mine, and she looked at me in shock. She took a step back, stumbling slightly. Her head moved side to side as if she wasn’t quite sure what to do.

  “Tara,” I said softly. “I’m serious. This isn’t a joke. I want you. I’ll always want you.”

  “Is this because I’m dying?” she asked bluntly.

  I laughed and shook my head. “No,” I said. “What the hell kind of question is that?”

  “A valid one!” she said, her voice frantic. “You can’t be serious about this.”

  I smiled and walked over to her. I grabbed her hands and then slowly lowered myself down to one knee. She stared at me with her mouth hanging open.