by Mia Carson
“And you didn’t say anything?” she asked.
“They are adults, Willow,” he told her. “I don’t see what the problem is, or how it is my concern. If they choose to be together, then that’s on them. We did the unconventional by getting married within days of meeting. I think they deserve a chance to make themselves happy as well.”
“Unbelievable,” Willow said, folding her arms and walking over to the window.
Claire moved to stand behind her. “Mom, this is what I want. You know what I’ve been through recently, and I really want to be with Chance. I was respectful of your decision even when I didn’t like it. That’s all I ask in return.”
Willow remained facing the window for some time, then turned around and faced her daughter. She smiled and stroked her cheek. “He makes you happy?”
Claire held her mother’s hand and looked back at Chance. “He does, and we both want this.”
Tears streamed from Willow’s eyes, and she hugged her daughter. “This is going to take some getting used to.”
“We’ll still be family, Willow, because I love Claire, so much,” Chance said, much to everyone’s surprise. “I intend to marry her as soon as she agrees.”
“What?” Claire asked.
“Claire, we’ll be one big family, only you won’t be my step-sister, you’ll be my wife.”
“Chance, do you hear yourself?” Claire asked. “I mean, do you hear what you are saying?”
“I do. I just don’t hear you saying yes,” he said to her. Willow and Bryan watched as he moved closer to Claire.
“What was the question?”
“Will you marry me?” he asked her when he was standing directly in front of her. “Please don’t say no in front of Dad and Mom.”
She smiled and stroked his face, feeling happier than she had in a long time. “Yes!”
Chance lifted her in the air in a hug, and when they looked at their parents, they were smiling.
“Congratulations, Chance, and good choice,” Bryan said as he hugged them both. Willow was slower, but she did the same.
“Now, if you don’t mind, Claire and I have some place to be. I took the liberty of reserving the jet, Dad. I hope you don’t mind. I need to go celebrate with my fiancée.”
“No, go ahead,” Bryan said. “Enjoy.”
Chance took Claire’s hand and walked with her out of the room. Once outside and out of eye and earshot of their parents, he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately and with all the love he had been slow in showing. “I love you so much, baby,” he said when he pulled back and looked into her eyes.
Claire smiled at him. “So where are we going?”
“Mexico,” he said with a wink. “We have a little island around Cancun.”
“Mexico? I’ve always wanted to go there,” she said, throwing her arms around his neck. “Another island would be great.”
“Well, let’s get going,” he urged, and she ran to her room to pack her things. It didn’t take long to get ready, and once inside the jet they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. They arrived at Bryan’s private island where the staff was expecting them.
“Do you have mansions all over the world?” Claire asked as she stepped into a house more elaborate than the one on the island where they had first met.
“Something like that. And you do know all of these island belong to you as well right?”
Claire nodded, smiling at Chance. “Crazy, but I can get used to this.”
No sooner had they stepped into one of the master bedrooms, and before Claire had a chance to relax and get comfortable, Chance was nibbling her ears and gripping her breasts from behind. She struggled against him, giggling, but he held her tighter and led her to the bed.
“I don’t think I can wait another minute,” he breathed into her ear. He hoisted her into the air and brought her to rest on the large, king-sized bed in the middle of the room.
Claire didn’t have time to notice the view she was afforded from the large glass that covered almost one section of the wall in the corner room, the one that led to the balcony. Neither did she get to feel the softness of the plush carpet under their feet. All she could feel was the immense pleasure from his hands travelling along her sides, his breath on her skin, and his tongue as it played over her firm nipples. Slowly he ran his hands along the length of her leg until he felt the lace partition. He covered her warmth with his palm and gripped it more firmly. Claire writhed when he did and pulled him down to her. Their lips collided, and the ecstasy that followed was unlike anything they had shared before.
Her eyes rolled back, and she writhed again as he drove his finger deep inside her pussy. Before she knew it, she felt his warm, wet tongue licking her swollen clit, and she trembled and gripped the golden hair on his head. Chance dominated her from the inside out, flicking his tongue expertly over her throbbing clit and sinking his finger deeper inside her pussy and faster each time. He rose and pulled her to the edge of the bed, guiding his cock straight inside her. Claire, feeling unrestrained, let out a long, lingering moan that echoed through the halls of the mansion.
Chance stroked her hard and fast, and she gripped the edge of the bed as they shook to the rhythm of Chance’s pounding. He eased off and turned her around, placing one of her legs on the floor and the other on the bed. He guided his cock inside her once more. She groaned as she felt his cock thrusting deeper and harder into her, dominating her. She felt him groan and moan even louder as he sank his hands in the soft flesh on her ass and buried himself deeper into her. Soon a bubble started in her, threatening to burst. She dug her nails into Chance as she always did and pushed herself closer against him so his cock hit deeper in her pussy. She was coming, but she wanted to take him along with her. She didn’t have to wait too long as his tempo increased, and he stiffened and groaned loudly as he let himself spill into her before he fell onto her.
Claire slid off him and fell face down on the bed, heaving as she tried to regain her breath. Chance lay on his stomach and relaxed on his elbows. He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. Claire pulled him closer and kissed him on the lips. No words needed to be spoken as their eyes locked. They had found each other, and even though the events leading up to their union had been wild and unpredictable, they were finally where they were meant to be: in each other’s arms.
*** THE END ***
(BONUS BOOK #2)
TEASE
(A Stepbrother
Romance)
By
Mia Carson
COPYRIGHT © 2016
All Rights Reserved
JENN
I got off the plane and immediately scanned the airport crowd for the one person I knew would always be there to welcome me home: Tyler, my stepbrother.
A few years ago, my mom and dad divorced and moved to opposite ends of the country; Mom to sunny California while Dad stayed in New York. Each of them had remarried and started a new family as the years passed. Susan, my mom, ended up with Mark, a man I swear was exactly like my dad. Jack, my dad, ended up with Lauren, a woman who was radically different from my down-to-earth, head-screwed-on-right mom. Lauren came into the marriage with a bonus—her son, Tyler, who was only two years older than me.
I developed an instant crush on Tyler the first time I met him five years ago, but that crush never blossomed into anything meaningful because Tyler was too busy with older girls to pay attention to my subtle flirtations. As the years passed, we settled into a nice sibling relationship, and even though I was happy we got along so well, it pained me that my need for him would never be reciprocated. Thankfully, I had been accepted into the University of California, so I didn’t have to deal with seeing him on the East Coast until my winter break, since I usually spent summers with Mom. I was excited to be back in New York for the winter holidays, not necessarily because of my dad, which was important, of course, but more importantly, because I would be spending a few weeks with Tyler.
I didn’t have to loo
k long. Someone grabbed me from behind and held me against his body. “Guess who?”
I smiled as I caught the familiar whiff of Tyler’s cologne. I relaxed and played along. “My boyfriend?”
Tyler paused for a second and then burst out laughing. “Yeah, right.”
“What’s so funny?”
“You, Jenn, have a boyfriend?”
“Why not?” I pulled myself out of his grip and turned. My heart skipped a couple of beats at the familiar handsome features of the boy I wanted so much. Gosh, I had missed him.
“You’re so uptight that I don’t think any boy would dare come near you,” he grinned, his smile hitting me in the core and spreading warmth through my body. Yes, even a simple smile from him could do that much damage to me!
“That’s what you think,” I replied, wanting so much to kiss him but refraining and hoping my eyes didn’t betray my need.
“So prove me wrong. Do you have a boyfriend?” He stepped so close to me that I could almost touch him.
“I don’t want one,” I said, playfully pushing him away from me. In reality, I really wanted him to hold me tighter and longer.
“Yeah, right,” he smiled.
“Not every girl wants to fuck the first man she sees.” I said the word “fuck” in a whisper, glancing around, afraid someone might have heard me.
“See, you can’t even say the word ‘fuck’ without freezing up,” he replied in a rather loud voice.
“Stop,” I said in mock shame, putting my hands over my eyes like that would make the people staring at us disappear.
“Why? You don’t like the attention?”
“Not that sort. Come on, let’s get out of here,” I said, half dragging him away from the crowd.
“If you say so, but I still think ‘fuck’ is an okay word to say.”
I burst into laughter. Tyler laughed with me. He stopped suddenly and pulled me to him again, giving me a tight bear hug.
“I missed you, sis. Welcome home,” he said as he disengaged himself from the hug and threw his arm over my shoulders so we could walk towards the parking garage. We settled in Tyler’s car and into a comfortable silence as we navigated out of the airport traffic.
“What do you mean I’m so uptight?” I asked, breaking the silence as the car pulled out of the airport. I knew what he meant, but I needed to tease him just for the heck of it.
“Well, I don’t see you ever being with a man,” he said with a smile curving onto his face.
“Are you suggesting I’d rather be with a woman?”
“Nothing wrong with that,” he grinned. “I’m just saying you’re too good to fuck around.”
“Wow. That’s not a very brotherly thing to say. How’s my sex life even your concern?” I asked, smiling at him. I was glad he was interested in talking about sex with me, but from previous experience, the sex talk always turned into him preaching at me to avoid boys because all they wanted was sex from girls. That talk had worked when I was in high school. I was now in college and determined to turn our current sex talk into something more adult-like.
“You’re my baby sister,” he replied, as if that justified his words.
“You know I’m in college, right? You can’t tell me what to do with my pussy,” I said.
“Oh, boy! One year in college and you’re talking dirty. Where did my innocent sister go?” he mocked.
I smiled and hit him playfully. “Just drive the fucking car. Let’s get home.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Tyler smiled as he entered the highway. “So, how was school? I assume you’ve been hanging out with terrible company.”
“You’re not going to give up, are you?” I said. I picked up the conversation about school, and for a while, we exchanged stories about our year at school. As he talked, I did my best to focus on the conversation at hand and ignore the fact that he had grown leaner and more muscular since the last time I saw him. I knew he worked out a lot in the gym, and those hours were finally showing on his body. Could he get more perfect?
“So what about Amber?” Amber was his girlfriend the last time I checked.
“Oh, we broke up,” he said.
“That was fast,” I replied, laughing. “Have you honestly ever dated anyone for more than a few weeks?”
“I think so,” Tyler said, making a mock face like he was thinking. “Yeah, a few of them have made it past one week. You’ll be surprised to know that Amber lasted the whole summer.”
I grinned. “I bet she could do it like a rock star.”
“Shut up,” Tyler said, smacking me gently on my thigh. His light touch, even though playful, took me by surprise and caused a tingle to shoot through my body. “Well, at least she’s not going to be a thirty-year-old virgin,” he said, grinning.
“You have a point.” I smiled at him. If only he knew! If only he knew how much I wanted more than just a stepsister-stepbrother relationship with him. If only he knew that I was saving myself for him. I knew it was inappropriate to lust after him as much as I did, and when we were growing up, I thought I’d outgrow it. I hadn’t, and it had gotten worse. Now, even a mere playful touch from him stirred up those feelings. I was screwed big time!
TYLER
I watched Jenn from the corner of my eye as I drove. She was more beautiful than I remembered. Dark curly hair cascaded down her shoulders, her lean, strong body was clad in summer clothes even though it was winter in NYC, and she had a pair of legs I could stare at forever. She seemed oblivious to my need for her, which was great, even though I observed her with an intensity that stirred my loins. She was focused on our conversation, and I was grateful she was missing the obvious discomfort I felt as I shifted around in the seat, trying my best to discourage the bulge growing between my legs. I forced myself to focus on our conversation and distract her. I kept teasing her. It was the only way I could hide the way I felt about her.
I had just turned sixteen the first time I met Jenn, and I almost peed on myself when our parents introduced us. Initially, I was against my mom moving on with another man because I wanted so much to fix her and Dad back up again, but when I met Jenn, my selfishness took over and I wanted nothing but to be close to her. When my mom asked my opinion of Jack, Jenn’s dad, I gave her my opinion of Jenn—nice and someone I wanted to be a part of my family. It turned out I was right about Jenn’s dad, too, just like I was right about Jenn.
Jack was super nice to my mom and made me his son without reservations. The fact that Jenn and I would share the same household made my life complete. Jenn, however, lived mostly with her mom in California and only visited during the summer and winter. For some reason, whenever she was around the house, everything seemed so much brighter. During the months when she was with her mom, I’d often go to her room in our house, sit on her bed, and imagine she was back home, laughing and teasing me. Even though we didn’t see each other very often, when we did spend time together, our relationship grew in leaps and bounds. When we were not together, we called each other every day, much to the delight of our parents. Family bonding was important to them. On the outside, it looked like we were forming a great sibling relationship, but on the inside, I knew I wanted more from Jenn eventually.
I knew a lot of her secrets and shared mine with her as well, but I never told her how much I wanted to place her on her bed and take off her clothes slowly until she begged me to tear them off her and take her hard. But all that was in my head and in my dreams. Jenn was my sister, and as far as she was concerned, I was her brother. She would never notice me as anything more than that, or, as a matter of fact, ever want more from me than a sister would want from a brother. I sighed as I sat there, watching her legs that stretched for miles in the most tantalizing shorts I had ever seen on a woman, yet I had to pretend she was wearing a potato sack so I could keep my hands to myself, focus on the drive, and make my cock behave itself. This was the first day she was home, and I was already boiling. Jenn was going to be home for two weeks—no way would I survive the heat!
JENN
The next day, I was downstairs making breakfast before my family woke up. My dad was the first to come downstairs.
“Good morning, baby girl. Good to have you home,” he said as he kissed me on the cheek and picked up a sausage from the plate.
“So good to be home, Dad. I missed you guys.”
“We missed you and these wonderful pancakes,” Dad said.
“Yes, we did,” Lauren, my stepmom, agreed. “You know I don’t cook much.” I smiled and gave her a hug. “Neither does your dad,” Lauren said.
Dad laughed and kissed Lauren. “I didn’t marry you for your cooking skills.”
“I wonder why you married her sometimes,” Tyler said, laughing as he came down the stairs in just his shorts.
“Son, that would be too X-rated for you,” Jack said with a laugh as he walked towards the living room with Lauren.
“They make a great couple,” I commented for want of something to say, as I was suddenly alone with Tyler. My eyes would not look away from his broad, naked chest. It was distracting, and suddenly I became clumsy with turning the pancakes.
“You okay?” he asked, coming closer to me and leaning in to take a sausage.
“Yeah. I think the heat of the stove is getting to me.”
Tyler smiled and leaned towards me a little more. At first I thought he was going to give me a kiss, but he turned on the fan over the stovetop instead. “That should help.”
“Yes, thanks. I forgot all about the fan,” I said, throwing my hands up in mock exasperation. I was glad he bought my explanation of why I was hot; I would not have wanted him thinking it had anything to do with him.
“So, what’s in the pot?” he asked as he peered into the pot I was stirring. He knew what I was making, so I had no idea why he wanted to come so close to me in order to see it. But two can play at that game, so I played around with him.
