SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance)

by Mia Carson

  “Claire, don’t say that. I do miss being with you. I’m trying to figure it all out,” he said, attempting to stroke her face.

  She dodged him and cleared her throat. “No, Chance. Let’s just make it a clean break. I don’t want to stifle you.”

  “Claire, you’re not doing anything to me.”

  “It’s for the best,” Claire said as left him standing alone.

  Memories of St. Lucia and better days flashed through her mind, and she fought the tears that threatened. She maintained her composure long enough to make it past the lingering guest and make it inside the house. She climbed the stairs that wound to the first landing and ran into Penelope again as she left the guest bathroom.

  The two women shot daggers at each other with their eyes, but no words were said as Claire brushed past the woman and hurried down the hallway to her room. She curled up on the bed and covered her face with the pillow, which served to muffle her screams as she released her frustration. She lay there motionless for a considerable time, staring at the ceiling, her mind blank. Maybe Penelope was right; she didn’t belong here, and she had overstayed her welcome. It was time she moved back to Miami.

  CHAPTER 16

  “Are you for real?” Amy squealed on the other end of the phone. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”

  “I think it’s about time I gave LA a break. There is too much going on here,” Claire sighed.

  “What’s wrong? Is it Chance? I knew it would affect you being so close to him. Maybe it’s time you got that apartment you wanted.”

  “Well, it’s a little bit more complicated than that. I didn’t tell you, but Chance and I didn’t quite end it in St. Lucia even after our parents got married.”

  “I knew it!” she screeched, and Claire could almost see her smiling into the phone. “You whore!”

  “I know, I know,” Claire responded. “But how could we just turn it off because they got married? We tried, and then we decided what the heck.”

  “I understand,” Amy sympathized. “I’d do the same too.”

  “Well, that was our plan, but Chance has decided it doesn’t make sense anymore. I see him with these girls all the time, and he says it’s nothing, but even before that, he had been distant. I finally got tired of the whole charade and we’ve decided to call it off.”

  “I’m sorry, Claire,” Amy said. “I know none of this can be easy for you, but I don’t think running away is the solution.”

  “I’m not running away,” Claire defended. “I just need a break. Plus, I thought you were a fan of running away. You got me to St. Lucia.”

  “That was different,” Amy defended. “As bad as you may feel now, I am sure it’s nothing like what Trent did to you.”

  “Still, I don’t want to be around him all the time. He doesn’t have to be here, yet he lingers and…” she paused when she saw Chance standing at the door. She whispered, “Amy, I’ll call you back; he’s here.”

  “Go away with me,” he said to her as soon as she had hung up the phone.

  “What?” she asked.

  “The two of us - let’s just go away,” he said again.

  “Are you serious?” Claire asked. “I thought we just agreed to call it off.”

  “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to lose you, Claire, but it’s hard being here and pretending to be siblings when I can’t touch you in public. I know the way I feel about you is wrong, but I can’t help what goes on in my head when I see you. Please, just say you will go.”

  Claire stared at him in horror. He was saying all the things she wanted to hear, but she was afraid to believe it. With her luck, he would return from their trip and things would go back to normal. “I don’t know.”

  “I DO know, Claire,” he said. “I do know we’re destined to be together.”

  “And how do you know this?”

  “The way I feel about you,” he told her and cupped her face in his hands. “I think I’ve fallen for you, Claire, and I don’t want to think about you with anyone else. And I don’t know how we are going to make this work, but I am willing to see what happens, where it goes.”

  Claire remained silent for some time; Chance waited for her to respond. “Your proposition does sound exciting. I love travelling but…”

  “Just say yes, Claire. Don’t overthink it.”

  “I have work,” Claire said.

  “I can take care of that, Claire. Just say yes.”

  “But what do we tell our parents? If we both disappeared at the same time?”

  “With the way I feel, I will tell them we went away together, but I know you’re not quite ready for that, so maybe you can tell your mom you’re going to hang out with Amy like you said.”

  Claire grimaced. “You heard that, huh?”

  He nodded and gripped her hands in his. “It doesn’t matter; I don’t blame you. I can be erratic sometimes, but with you, I’ve been stable. And you know what, I don’t want to hide anymore. We’re adults, and honestly, I don’t see why we can’t be together if that’s what we both really want.”

  “Your dad might disagree,” Claire said. “Any my mom won’t like it.”

  “Claire, fuck what everyone wants. What do you want? What do we want?”

  Claire thought about what he was saying to her, and she could hardly deny the appeal. After all, they weren’t related by blood, so nothing was stopping their being together. She just didn’t want to hurt her mother. “I want to be with you, Chance. I’m just not sure about going public with our relationship.”

  “I don’t care about anyone else…just you. Do you want me the way I want you?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

  “Yes,” she whispered, “you know I do want you so much.”

  “Then it’s settled. Let’s not sneak around anymore. Let’s go tell them.”

  Claire was nervous when Chance took her hand and led her outside. She protested all the way to the study. Before they got there, they ran into Willow, and her expression turned to shock when she saw them holding hands. Claire tried to disentangle herself, but Chance wouldn’t let her. He gripped her hand firmly and smiled at Willow.

  “We were just coming down to see you and Dad,” he said to her.

  “What is it?” Willow asked, eyeing their joined hands.

  “Please.” He indicated the study. “We need to tell you both something.”

  Willow nodded, but she didn’t speak again. Bryan looked at them over his glasses when they entered, then he removed them.

  “Well, hello everyone,” he smiled. Willow walked over to stand next to him.

  “Dad, Willow,” Chance began. “Claire and I are still together.”

  “You what?” Willow asked. “Claire, I thought you said you would break it off with him after we got married.”

  “No, Mom…you said that.” Claire cleared her throat and continued. “Mom, I love him.” No one said a word but Chance squeezed her hand. She looked at Chance. That was the first time she had said the words aloud. “I want to be with him, and I don’t care about unwritten society rules. It’s stupid that we shouldn’t get to be together just because you are.”

  “This is wrong,” Willow persisted. “Bryan?”

  “Um, Willow, I agree with Claire,” he told her. “As a matter of fact, I’ve known they were still seeing each other. I mean, I didn’t see them, but I knew it from the way they looked at each other all the time.”

  “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 r
espectful 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)

  STEEL

  (A BAD BOY BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE)

  By

  Mia Carson

  COPYRIGHT © 2016

  All Rights Reserved

  Summer

  He raised his voice again. Damn it, if he threw something, I was out of there.

  “How can you be so unreasonable, Summer?” His voice sounded ugly and high-pitched, almost screeching, and I could see the tension building in his shoulders.

  “Oh, really?” I couldn’t believe him. “I’m being unreasonable?”

  “I only suggested we consider seeing other people.” He was close to shouting now. “I didn’t say I wanted to cheat on you.”

  “But you’d like to.” I made it a statement. Honestly, I was more confused than upset. If he’d only clarify what he meant, that would be helpful.

  “No. I just feel like we’re going nowhere. It’s been six months and you won’t make any sort of commitment to me,” he whined.

  “I fuck you, don’t I?”

  “That’s hardly a commitment,” he pointed out. “How about moving in together? You won’t talk about that. You won’t even say ‘I love you.’”

  I looked around his little apartment. On the shelf next to the TV was the china doll he’d bought me. Over by the couch, on a little side table, was the crystal vase he gave me when he came back from his trip to Ireland. Come to think of it, all his gifts to me were still at his place.

  “I told you in the beginning that I wasn’t looking to settle down,” I said in an even tone, trying to hang on to my patience. “If you want to live together, to get married or whatever, you’re looking at the wrong girl.”

  “But it’s been six months—” he began.

  “And you thought I’d come around?” I interrupted. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Derek, but you walked into this with your eyes open.”

  “So now what?” he asked, a touch of resignation in his voice. I guess he’d remembered how strongly I felt about not committing.

  “Go out,” I said. “Have some fun, go sleep with other people. You clearly want more than I’m prepared to give, so you’ll have to find someone else to get it from.”
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br />   A new wave of anger flushed red in his face. He clenched and unclenched his fists. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he yelled.

  “It means I’m saving you from any more trouble,” I spat, turning to go. “I’m going back to my place. Delete my number.”

  “Are you serious?” he bellowed. I had no time for his immature theatrics. “You’re just going to fucking throw it all away?”

  I heard him stride angrily towards me as I opened the door and felt his hand descend on my shoulder. I spun around fast, putting all of that gathered momentum into my arm, and swung my fist to strike him squarely on the chin. He staggered back, still on his feet but holding his face in pain. He looked up at me in surprise.

  “You also knew that you were never to put your hands on me in anger,” I told him. “Sorry, Derek, but I think you’ll agree this is for the best.” I slipped out of his apartment, down the stairs, and into my car. Starting the engine, I looked up to his window, and I could see him watching me leave, outlined against the warm light behind him.

  For a second, happy memories flashed through my mind. I saw us laughing and taking selfies at a downtown parade. I remembered him bringing me a rose as I relaxed in a candlelit bubble bath he’d run for me. I lingered on the feel of him above me, under me, or behind me as we orgasmed together, time after time.

  I almost shut off the car and went back inside…but no. I didn’t really want that, and I knew it was hurting him, too. He wanted commitment, and I needed to be free to leave if I wanted. He’d put his hands on me, raised his voice at me, just like my dad did with my mom. So I’d hit him. I shifted into reverse, spun the car around, and drove home.

  ***

  I couldn’t let myself get caught up in any of that. As soon as there was commitment, there was the chance for betrayal. Take my parents, for instance. They were so in love when they were younger. I could remember the way they used to smile at each other, smile at me, and the love that filled our little home. But I also remembered what happened as my father began to gain success in his job. He was a NASCAR driver, and when he started winning, he began staying away from home longer. We used to travel around to the racetracks with him, but after a few years, we stayed home so I could go to school. And my folks had started to fight.