Bad Boy - A Stepbrother Romance

by Daire, Caitlin

  Cam stirred next to me and grumbled sleepily. “No.”

  I gently prodded him. “I guess you don’t want to see me naked, then?”

  The winter heating in Cam’s room had proved a bit too warm in the middle of the night, and I’d taken off my pajamas and thrown them on the floor after waking up drenched in sweat. Cam must have felt too hot as well, because he was only in his boxer shorts.

  He opened his eyes wide as I spoke. “Okay, now I’m awake.”

  He grinned and pulled me on top of him, cupping my cheek and drawing my face near to his so that our noses touched. The small gesture made my skin sizzle, and he grazed his lips against mine. I sighed as I melted into his touch, remembering our first kiss almost two years ago. He’d been ferocious and demanding, and I’d loved it like that, but this kiss was soft and unhurried.

  I loved it both ways.

  My body turned pliant under his caresses, and I felt a slow buzz of sexual energy vibrating through my system as he laced his fingers through my curls and held the back of my head in one hand.

  “Mmm…maybe I’ll skip class and stay in bed with you,” I said as I pulled away.

  We’d spent the last three days holed up in his apartment, but today was the day we both had to return to the real world. I had to go class, and Cam had an early Skype meeting with Marko Schreiber, who—surprisingly—hadn’t decided to drop him from the Aubé campaigns. We hadn’t heard from our parents yet. We’d figured we’d wait for them to calm down and get in touch with us, although I was starting to become afraid that it would never happen.

  Cam shook his head and brought his hand down on my ass with a gentle slap, making me yelp with surprise. “Naughty girl. You have to go to class.”

  I laughed softly, wriggling my body against his straining erection. “Are you sure I can’t at least be a little late?”

  “Nope. You’re meeting Kara for breakfast, remember? Don’t be so bad.”

  He gripped my hips, the pressure pulling me down so that my already-slick pussy grazed right against his hard length, and I sighed. “Bad girls do it better, though. Or so I’ve heard.”

  “Really? Well, you’re gonna have to prove that,” he murmured, lips quirking into a grin.

  My core throbbed with anticipation from the thrill of having access to his body all over again. I didn’t think I’d ever get sick of a body with abs and shoulders like his. What woman in her right mind would?

  Spreading my hands all over the smooth, hard skin of his chest, I gently caressed and stroked him, and then I slowly moved down to his boxers, teasing him with every little movement. Another jolt of energy shot through me as I pulled the shorts down, and my eyes widened as his cock made its appearance. Damn. I’d never get sick of that either.

  I scooted further down on the bed and kneeled between his legs as I pulled the boxers all the way off, and then I took a deep breath before leaning down and taking him in my mouth, slowly but surely at first.

  He let out a soft groan as I flicked out my tongue around the head of his cock, swirling it around like I was tasting an ice cream cone. “Shit…that feels good,” he said before groaning again.

  I smiled to myself, savoring his taste and loving the sounds he made, and then I decided to tease him some more as I worshipped the rest of his body.

  I pulled my mouth away from his cock and scooted even further down the bed. Starting at his calves, I kissed my way up his legs as my hands roamed further up his body, and by the time I reached all the way back up to the grooves in his abs, he was twisting around and begging me to stop teasing him.

  “Be patient,” I murmured. “This is my revenge for the way you made me beg for it the other week.”

  “Just tell me you aren’t filming it this time,” he replied.

  I laughed softly. Even though the sex tape scandal was still fresh in our minds, it seemed to have finally reached a point where we could tease each other about it. That was probably a good sign. It meant that we’d accepted the fact that something bad had happened, but we were trying to stay positive anyway.

  Cam groaned again as I mapped his body with my mouth, and he reached down and grasped at the back of my head, guiding me over him. I could feel his cock pressing insistently against me, and I smiled and returned to my kneeling position between his legs.

  Lowering my mouth back over the head, I wrapped my hand around the base of his throbbing cock, loving the soft, silken feel of his hardness against my palm. Heated desire exploded between my legs, and I began to suck the tip as my hand stroked up and down his shaft.

  Cam groaned and thrust his hips upwards, trying to get more of his cock in my mouth, and I smiled and lowered my mouth even further, gradually increasing my speed and depth while occasionally coming up to flick my tongue against his frenulum. Heat continued to creep all throughout my body, and I knew I was wetter than anything as I rubbed myself against his thighs.

  I could tell that Cam was getting close, so I kept going and moaned loudly while he was buried deep in my throat. The vibrations sent him over the edge, and he growled his pleasure as his seed spurted into my mouth. I swallowed, holding his legs down as they twitched like mad, and when he’d recovered from his climax, he sat up and looked at me with a grin glued to his face.

  “You really are a naughty girl,” he said, watching as I licked my lips. “Maybe I am a bad influence on you after all.”

  I smiled. “Yes, you are.”

  “Guess I better keep influencing you, then,” he said, pulling me towards him and kissing me roughly. Wow…he was already hard again.

  He reached into his bedside table for a condom, tearing it open with his teeth and sliding it over himself. “Climb on top,” he ordered. “I want to see you ride me.”

  I didn’t need to be told twice. Practically jumping on him, I lifted my hips and lowered myself onto him, grinding myself against his groin as I gasped with pleasure. I was already so wet, so ready…it wasn’t long before I was coming on him, and I leaned forward and buried my face in his neck as I moaned and bucked against him.

  Cam murmured into my ear, his voice deep and gravelly.

  “I want to make you come again, baby.”

  He pressed his fingers against my clit and slowly rubbed it as I continued to ride him, up and down…up and down…oh, God. I came again only moments later, engulfed by a wave of heady bliss, and my muscles squeezed and contracted around Cam as he grunted his own pleasure.

  Collapsing against him for a moment, I sighed breathlessly before letting out another yelp as he slapped my ass again.

  “Come on,” he said with a grin. “You’ve gotta get going.”

  “Why are you so desperate to get me out of here?” I asked, returning his smile. “Got another hot date coming over or something?”

  “Maybe,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at me. “Kidding. I might have a surprise for you, though…but I need to get it ready for later.”

  “Fine, I’ll leave,” I said, sticking my tongue out at him. “But it’s not really a surprise now that you’ve told me!”

  I jumped out of bed and wiggled my ass at him as I headed towards the bathroom for a quick shower.

  “Don’t do that or I’ll have to drag you back into bed!” he called after me.

  I honestly I wouldn’t have minded if he did…

  ***

  “Have you logged back onto your Twitch channel since everything happened with the sex tape thingy?” Kara asked before taking a sip of her cappuccino.

  We were sitting in a café just down the block from our college, and I had to admit, being out in public was nowhere near as stressful as I’d thought it would be. The paparazzi were no longer hanging around our regular haunts all the time, and a few people had recognized me on the street and talked to me, but none of them had said anything negative. Pierce had been right—everyone seemed to love the idea of Cam and me being together.

  It was strange how the media and the general public could be so fickle. They’d eviscerate
d poor Maddy Carver last year for a similar scandal, yet they were treating Cam and I like some sort of heroes for sexual liberation.

  Oh well. I guess I couldn’t complain. The only thing I needed to sort out now was my relationship with my Mom and Pierce.

  “No,” I replied, setting my coffee mug down. “I haven’t been on Twitch since we left. There was no internet out at the cabin, and since we got back, I’ve been afraid to check it even for a second, in case there’s a billion horrible messages on there.”

  “Well, you should check it,” she said. “None of your fans are saying anything bad about you; they’re just surprised that their favorite gamer did something so…um…wild. Anyway, you know how some of your older gaming streams were recorded and saved onto your channel?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “You get paid when people log on and re-watch those recordings, right? As well as for the actual live streaming.”

  “Yep. Why?”

  “Because I keep going onto your channel, and there’s always thousands of people watching your old videos. You must be making heaps.”

  “Oh. Wow. I had no idea,” I said, wondering exactly how much money I’d earned. Maybe it’d be enough to help Shania move to the city and study here, so we could spend more time together. She’d expressed interest in doing so a few times in the past.

  “So yeah, that’s cool. By the way, people keep coming up to me and asking about you. I kinda feel famous by proxy.”

  I smiled half-heartedly. “Sorry.”

  She snorted. “Don’t apologize. It’s awesome. It’s even better than that time I got kissed on the cheek by Cam Meyers.”

  I laughed and then took another mouthful of my coffee, and my phone vibrated on the table in front of me. I ignored it, and Kara raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you gonna check that?”

  I shrugged. “I keep getting emails from media people wanting to interview me. They’ve been coming in all morning so it’s probably just another one of those.”

  I glanced at my screen anyway, and I was surprised to see that it was a text from my Mom. Sweetie—I’m so sorry about the way Pierce and I blew up at you and Cam the other night. I feel awful, and we shouldn’t have said those things to either of you. Can you come over later and see me, so we can talk properly?

  I hesitated and then sent her back a quick text. Sure, Mom. I’ll come over after class if you aren’t busy then. 3 P.M?

  That’s fine. Looking forward to it. Love you, she replied.

  Kara and I spent the next half hour talking about Shania, college, and the new guy she’d just met in one of her classes, and I had a smile glued to my face the whole time. Everything was working out really well, despite what I’d just been through. I had Cam, great friends, a cool half-sister who I’d finally met, and best of all, my Mom was willing to talk to me again.

  Right now, everything was as perfect as it possibly could be for someone who’d just been through a major sex scandal.

  Of course, nothing ever stayed perfect for long…

  Chapter 22

  Cam

  ‘Preheat your oven to 350 degrees and line your standard muffin tins with paper liners.’

  What the fuck was preheating?

  I arched an eyebrow as I stood in the kitchen and continued to watch the video I’d found on my iPad of a popular celebrity chef giving instructions on how to make cupcakes. I’d never actually used my oven before, let alone a muffin tin, but today my kitchen would be getting a workout.

  I knew Anya loved cupcakes and craved them all the time, so I’d decided to make her a whole lot of them as a little surprise for her while she was at college today. I knew she was nervous about going back to her classes this week, and she’d had a pretty rough time lately considering everything we’d been through, so I figured it was the very least I could do to make up for getting her into so much trouble with me.

  I’d gone to the store straight after my Skype meeting with Marko and bought a whole bunch of supplies—butter, eggs, flour, pink food dye, powdered sugar…you get the drift. I’d even bought a cute little cupcake decorating kit, and I was hoping the pretty sugared decorations would hide the fact that I’d never baked or frosted a cupcake in my life.

  Oh well. It couldn’t be that hard, right? All I had to do was follow some basic instructions, and the cupcakes would turn out just as well as they looked on the instructional video.

  Famous last words.

  An hour later, an acrid smell alerted me to the fact that I’d forgotten to set the timer on the oven, and I realized the cupcakes had been in there for fifteen minutes too long.

  “Shit!” I said to myself out loud, grabbing a dish towel and yanking the scalding-hot tin out of the oven.

  When the cupcakes were cool enough for me to pull them out of the tin, I assessed the damage. Only the top parts seemed to be burned, so I figured the cakes would be salvageable if I just sliced the tops off and covered the evidence of any damage with extra frosting.

  Grabbing the bag of powdered sugar, I cut it open at the top with kitchen scissors and emptied some into a mixing bowl. As I did so, I slid on a chunk of butter I’d dropped earlier and forgotten to clean up, and as I attempted to steady myself, I dropped the open bag on the counter, upon which it practically exploded right in my face.

  Goddammit. Apparently, today was not my day.

  “For fuck’s sake,” I hissed to myself, wiping the white powder off my face with the same dish towel from earlier.

  The kitchen looked like a fucking bomb had hit it, but the annoyance that had immediately struck me when I’d dropped the powdered sugar soon faded as I pictured what Anya’s reaction would be like when I presented her with a plate of homemade cupcakes. It was the last thing in the world she’d ever expect from me, seeing as I’d never cooked anything for her other than steak, and even though it was a tiny gesture, I knew she’d love it. The thought made me smile, and I began stirring some softened butter and pink food dye into the frosting mixture before glancing up as I heard a ringing sound coming from the display panel near my elevator.

  It only rang like that when someone was in it without a keycard or a passcode. Assuming Anya had forgotten something earlier and lost her keycard in her mess of a purse as she’d done a couple of times before, I began to wipe my hands as I called out to her.

  “Gimme a sec! Remind me to tell you the passcode so you can use that next time you lose the card!”

  When my hands were dry, I walked over and pressed the button to open the doors, grinning widely to greet my gorgeous Anya.

  Unfortunately, it wasn’t her.

  It was Jana, wearing a barely-there black dress and stiletto heels. She probably thought she looked sexy, but in reality she looked like she spent her nights working a street corner in some dark, seedy area of town.

  “Hi, Cam,” she purred.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake…what are you doing here?” I asked.

  She wrinkled her nose at me as she stepped into my apartment. “You changed your passcode,” she said, ignoring my question as she gestured back towards the elevator.

  “Of course I fucking did. The only people who have it now are the people I want to have it,” I said, crossing my arms and moving in front of her in order to block her from entering my apartment any further.

  “You don’t need to be such a dick, Cam. I’m trying to give you one last chance,” she said in an acid tone before glancing over towards the mess on my kitchen counter. “What the hell happened here?”

  “I was trying to bake cupcakes,” I said.

  She rolled her eyes. “For the new step-slut everyone seems to love so much on the gossip blogs? Christ, she has you whipped.”

  “Don’t talk about Anya like that,” I growled. “Jealousy isn’t a good look on anyone, Jana. And by the way, the reason everyone loves her so much is because she’s a nice person...unlike you.”

  “You’ll get sick of fucking her eventually,” she said. “And then you’ll want me back up here. So
why don’t you just give me your new passcode and save us both the trouble?”

  I jerked my thumb towards the elevator. “Never gonna happen. Get out. Now.”

  “Make me.”

  “Are you fucking serious? Jesus, now I understand why everyone says to run away from people who describe their exes as crazy.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

  “I mean you always used to talk about your ex and call him crazy, when you’re actually the crazy one. People who describe exes like that tend to be the real problem.”

  She pulled her phone out and began playing around on it, not even looking at me as she spoke. “So we’re really done, huh? Not even one last romp for old time’s sake?”

  “We were done a long time ago. Now leave, please.”

  “You sure about that?” she asked, glancing up at me with a playful smile on her lips as her fingers continued to dance over her phone screen. I could’ve sworn I heard the clicking shutter sound a phone camera usually made when taking a picture, but it was so brief that I figured I’d imagined it.

  “Yes, I’m sure.”

  “Fine. But like I said last time I saw you…you’ll regret ditching me. I don’t think you’ll like how things turn out once I’m finally over someone.”

  I rolled my eyes and waved my hand, sick to death of her idle threats. “Sure, whatever. You’ll just go around telling everyone I’m crazy, just like you do with your ex-boyfriend. Go ahead, I don’t give a shit. Now get out!”

  She stepped back into the elevator, a half-smile playing on her lips. “Bye, Cam,” she said. “Have fun with those little cupcakes.”

  She spat out the last word as if a cupcake had deeply offended her at some point in time, and then the elevator door closed. I sighed with relief, glad the bitch was finally gone. She’d never really had me, and she’d sure as hell never have the ability to get into my apartment again. Only one girl had ever really had me, and only one girl ever would.

  Anya.

  Yep, it was only her, and a girl like Jana couldn’t even come close to measuring up. She could bitch about me behind my back and say whatever she wanted, and she still wouldn’t be able to hurt me or my relationship with Anya….right?