Bad Fighter Stepbrother (Book 1)

by Black, Michelle

  Every night, her face would fill with a deep blush as her hand slid down to her aching breasts. She would imagine his lips against her nipples, the delicate flesh pebbling under her fingertips as she tugged and pinched on them. She would allow her hands to play there for a while as she tried to convince herself that she shouldn’t be feeling this need for him.

  But then she would bite back the embarrassment and the guilt she felt. She would imagine Aiden as her lover, and she would imagine him sliding his lips down to her navel and over her mound. His tongue would dart between the folds of her pussy, and her fingers followed the path her imaginary lover had taken. She would cry out softly as her fingers plunged into her depths and she imagined Aiden’s thick shaft thrusting deep inside of her.

  Then she would come undone, crying out softly as her orgasm filled the bedroom, and she would fall into a deep, dreamless sleep. She would feel embarrassed in the morning at breakfast and whenever she saw him. It was like he knew what she was doing at night...and maybe he did since he slept in the room next to her.

  For his part, he seemed to have cut his flirting to a minimum. Instead, he was just there and Emma couldn’t find any fault in his behavior. He had taken a few days off to recuperate after his fight, but then he had been at her gym every day as he helped her set it up exactly how she wanted it and helped her clear out several more rooms that would be converted into various therapy rooms.

  Despite her body being on edge from her sexual frustration, she enjoyed being in his company. He talked about fighting, and he actually talked about what he would do after the fight. She was surprised when he mentioned working in the mental health field with ex-fighters and use horses to help them heal from their years of fighting. It was shocking to say the least, and she realized she had been mistaken about him...she’d always figured he was a brainless fighter.

  But that awareness of who he was made her desire for him even more. That was why she was going out tonight. To finally rid her body of this desire and her mind of Aiden. She needed to focus on getting lucky, not on the man in the next room.

  And then he was there, standing in front of her and looking amazing in a silk shirt and tight jeans. She glanced up at him, and he grinned at her as his body drank in the sight of her sexy outfit. “Where are you going dressed like that?” he asked, and she wondered at the petulant tone he was giving her.

  “To Club Electra with friends,” she replied. “And I’m dressed like you would dress for a club.”

  She pushed past him and maneuvered down the stairs, which wasn’t easy considering her heels. His hand shot out as she nearly tumbled and he helped her down the rest of the way. Her body was covered in gooseflesh at the feel of his heat, and when she could, she shrugged off his hand, but he captured her around the waist.

  He pulled her against him, and she was aware of the hardness of his erection. She moaned, unable to stop it from echoing out of her lips as she ground her hips in response. His eyes darkened, and he pressed her hips harder against him. “Fuck, Em...” he groaned, and then he pushed her away just as Emma’s mother rounded the corner.

  “What are you two doing tonight?” Alison asked and glanced up at them. Emma swallowed the guilt that threatened to drown her. What was she doing? If he had, she would have taken him right there in the hallway.

  “Going to Club Electra,” they both said at the same time, and Emma glanced at Aiden in surprise. He shrugged.

  “I see,” Alison said. “Tony and I have plans with friends. I would tell you not to wait up for us, but I figure you will be home after us.” She smiled and then headed towards the door. “You kids have a great night.”

  Emma watched her leave and when she turned back, Aiden was gone...well, hell, just her luck that he planned to be at the same club as her.

  ****

  Emma downed another shot and tipped it upside down on the table. The night had been horrible. Not only had she nearly thrown herself at Aiden at the house, she had spent the entire night glaring at him as he danced with woman after woman. They seemed to be throwing themselves at him.

  The only attention she was getting was from the slime ball of a guy who had hit on every girl in the club. He was a little too grabby, as well, as his hand slid down her bare back for the millionth time tonight. Most of her friends were on the dance floor, but Julia was standing across from her and she gave Emma a questioning glance. Emma turned towards Jeff and fought the urge to shudder at how sleazy he was. “Take your hands off of me,” she growled.

  “Come on, baby,” Jeff said. “You have been flirting all night. Why don’t you ditch your friend and come home with me?”

  Emma rubbed her forehead in frustration. She was drunk, but she was not drunk enough to go with this guy. He so wasn’t her type, but then again, maybe she should just go home with him and get laid. That was, after all, what Aiden had told her to do. She nodded to Jeff, giving him some sort of signal that made him smile in triumph.

  She glanced around the room and noticed that her type was on the dance floor gyrating with another woman. She was so angry with him for ignoring her after what had happened. She had tried to talk to him when they first arrived here with their friends, but he had cut her off and told her to enjoy her night. “Go, get laid, Pixie,” he’d sneered, and she had been so angry with him that she had walked off and flirted with the first guy she saw.

  That first guy was still clinging on, even after it was clear that she wasn’t interested in him. His hand slid down and wrapped around her hips as he tried to pull her away from the table. She wobbled on her stilettos and regretted wearing them. “Let’s go, baby. Say goodbye to your friend,” he said, and Emma felt lost as he started to pull her away from her friends.

  She heard Julia curse before her friend rounded the table and said, “Didn’t you hear her, asshole? She told you to get your hands off of her.”

  Emma nodded and realized she was quite drunk and that was probably why she wasn’t doing the talking for herself. Jeff’s hand tightened in a proprietary manner as he snapped, “Fuck off, bitch. This lady wants to come home with me and she is.”

  He pushed past Julia, who cried out, and Emma found herself propelled in his wake. Then he came to a sudden stop. Emma glanced over Jeff’s shoulder and into the very angry eyes of Aiden. “Is there a problem here?” he asked Julia, who had followed them.

  “Yes,” Julia snapped. “This asshole thinks Emma wants to go home with him, and I know she doesn’t.”

  Aiden’s eyes narrowed and he glanced at Emma, “Is this true, Em?”

  Emma nods. It’s true. The guy makes her skin crawl, so why the hell did she let him hit on her? Because you are hurting about your attraction to Aiden, a voice in her head answered.

  “Yes, I don’t want to go home with him.”

  Jeff turned towards her, his cocky smile turning to a scowl. “You little cock-tease. I bought you all those drinks and now you are telling me you don’t want to come home with me. You don’t have a choice, little girl...you owe...”

  His words were cut off as Aiden’s fist buried into his stomach. Jeff dropped Emma’s arm and whirled towards Aiden. Despite being a sleaze ball, or maybe because of it, he could fight. He landed a few blows to Aiden’s face, cracking open the almost healed cut above Aiden’s eye from his fight before Aiden grappled him to the dance floor.

  The two men punched and grappled as the bouncers moved towards them. Then Aiden put Jeff into a chokehold and within seconds, the man was limp in his arms. He dropped Jeff to the ground and placed his hands up as the bouncers drew near. “Hey, the fight’s over,” he said. “This guy was trying to take that woman out of the club against her will, so I stopped him.”

  The bouncers looked at the man, then up to Aiden. One of them grinned. “Hey, aren’t you Aiden Turner, the MMA fighter?”

  Emma groaned as she watched Aiden get cheered for being a hero.

  He wasn’t her hero...he was her frustration.

  Chapter Six

 
; Opening the door to his bathroom, Emma helped guide him towards the toilet to sit down. She glanced at the few cuts on his face and realized that most of them had stopped bleeding on the taxi ride home. After the fight, Aiden had smoothed everything over with the bouncers and then offered to hail a taxi for them.

  She’d decided the least she could do was take him home and clean his cuts. After all, they were there because she was being stupid. She still felt drunk, but the fight and the cab ride home had cleared her mind a bit.

  She left him sitting on the toilet and went to the linen closet. Pulling out some towels, facecloths, and the first aid kit, she returned to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She didn’t think her parents were home yet, but she didn’t want them walking in on Aiden all cut up.

  Aiden watched her as she leaned against the counter and pulled off her stilettos with a sigh. They were beautiful sling backs, but her feet were killing her. “Did I tell you how beautiful you looked tonight?” he asked, startling her at the sound.

  She shook her head. “I can’t remember.”

  “Well, if I didn’t, you did. I could barely keep my eyes off of you at the club.”

  She glanced at him and paused at the serious look on his face. He looked tormented, and she wasn’t sure what to do. Wetting the cloth down, she closed the space between them and began to dot at the cuts. He didn’t grimace or even react to her ministrations, but he did stare at her cleavage, his eyes burning with some hidden emotion.

  Emma cleaned away the blood and sighed. Thankfully, it wasn’t too bad and was just the old cuts reopened. “You shouldn’t have gotten into a fight, but thank you for saving me from that guy,” she said as she worked. Aiden shrugged in response.

  She placed the soiled cloth in the clothes hamper and picked up the antibacterial ointment. Applying a small amount to the skin, she worked the ointment over the cuts. Aiden stayed perfectly still until she was nearly finished and then his hand reached out to palm the silky fabric of her dress.

  She froze as his eyes turned up towards her. He fisted the fabric in his hand and pulled her towards him. “You are so fucking beautiful, Emma. I dream about you – about what it would be like to have you writhing under me as I slid in and out of you.”

  Emma felt an instant reaction to his words, but she pulled away from him. “You shouldn’t talk to me like that,” she said, her voice quavering.

  She moved to the shower and turned on the water. “There, take a shower, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

  Turning towards him, she lost all the fight that was brewing in her words. He was standing behind her, and his eyes were filled with so much need. “I don’t want to see you in the morning, I want to see you right now,” he said as he closed the distance between them.

  His body melded to hers like he belonged with her, and he pressed his lips to her mouth. She pressed her hands against his chest as she told herself to push him away, but instead, her hands tightened in the silk of his shirt. His lips pressed tighter against hers, and his tongue urged her to open for him. She did, and she moaned around his tongue as it swept inside.

  She quaked with need and pressed against his hard shaft as she tried to find release for that coil of need building in her clit. She needed to feel him there, and she forced away all the thoughts of who he was to her. Aiden broke the kiss and reached from the hem of her dress. He separated from her just long enough to pull the fabric from her body.

  He hissed at the sight of her thong and her bare breasts...she’d decided to go braless. His hand reached out, and he feathered her nipples, causing them to pebble. He kissed her lips tenderly before he devoured her. Emma met his kisses with a frenzied need as she ripped at the buttons of his shirt. She was vaguely aware of the sound of buttons scattering on the floor and then his chest was free of fabric.

  She touched the silky heat and grazed the skin with her fingernails. He groaned and trailed kisses down her jaw to her shoulder. His fingers worked up and down her bare back before he hooked his fingers into her underwear and slipped them off. Her own hands were pulling his jeans and underwear down.

  He kicked them off, along with his shoes, as he continued to bite and lick her neck. Then they were both naked as he pushed her into the walk-in shower. The spray of the warm water massaged her back as his hands massaged her breasts. He gazed into her eyes, his full of need as he said, “I hear you every night, calling my name as you bring yourself to orgasm.”

  Emma shook her head. “I...”

  “Don’t be embarrassed. I stroke myself off to those sounds. I have often wanted to sneak in and watch you. Tonight, I am going to make you call my name. I want you so much, Em.”

  And then he captured her mouth again as their teeth and tongues sparred. She dug her hands into his back as he dug his hands into her ass and pulled her up against his shaft. He was so hard, and he slid between her folds, his cock rubbing against her clit and making her feel dizzy with need.

  He nibbled down to her neck again as she rocked her hips against his shaft. She could feel that coil growing tighter as she fought her way towards that orgasm, but Aiden slowed her hips. He knelt down in the shower in front of her and cupped her breasts. “They are so beautiful,” he murmured before he wrapped his tongue around a nipple.

  She arched her back in ecstasy and buried her hands against his scalp. She rocked against him as his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh moments before they soothed it with his tongue. She looked up at the ceiling of the shower, loving what he was doing to her body as the warm spray washed over them.

  Crying out, she opened her legs to his fingers as she felt him slide between her wet folds. His fingers circled her clit as his mouth sucked her nipple into his wet depths. He sucked and nibbled as his fingers tormented the sensitive bud. Then he slipped his finger deep inside of her, and Emma cried out as her orgasm washed over her.

  She collapsed in his arms as her vision swam before her and she gave in to all of her need. It felt like her orgasm went on forever before she finally looked down at him.

  Shivering in excitement, the blood in Emma’s veins froze when she heard a loud knock.

  “Aiden?”

  He cursed quietly and then moved out of the shower towards the bathroom door. He pressed his hand against it. “Yeah, Alison?”

  “Did Emma come home with you? I checked her room, but she wasn’t there.”

  He glanced towards Emma, his expression full of regret, but Emma wasn’t sure if it was because of what they had just done or that they were interrupted. Maybe he regretted the look of horror that Emma knew was on her face as he said, “No, Alison, she stayed with her friends. I’m sure she will be home soon.”

  At this moment, Emma realized she had crossed the line of sexual taboo. But how could something so wrong feel so right..

  End of Book One

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