Bad Boy - A Stepbrother Romance

by Daire, Caitlin

  My heart flutters as I realize the text is from Adam. Guess he doesn’t know about the party yet, then.

  My fingers tremble above the phone as I think about my reply. I really, really want Adam to be there tonight. I want to see him loosen up for once, even though he’s fucking hot when he’s in the zone in the kitchen.

  Going to Katelyn’s party at Club Zero, you coming too?

  I type the reply quickly and hit send before I can change my mind, and then I wait anxiously for Adam’s reply. Ever since our kiss after my cooking lesson, we haven’t done anything… wrong.

  We’ve been regular Adam and Tessa, joking and messing about, but I can always feel the tension between us; if not in the air surrounding us, then between my legs, my sex throbbing with a need to be with him.

  My phone beeps again and I nearly topple over as I open the text message I just received.

  Wasn’t gonna go. Would rather be with you. Might change my mind if you go ;)

  Shit, seeing those words on my phone should not make me feel all the butterflies that are currently residing in my stomach, but I’m grinning like a fool as I type a reply.

  I’ll see you there, I’m coming with Bex and Alec. DO NOT wear your chef’s coat!!! 

  Almost immediately, I get a reply back.

  Thought you loved a man in uniform, Tess? ;)

  My grin is permanently plastered on my face now.

  Only when he’s about to strip it off…

  This time, it takes him a moment to reply and I can just imagine his double take as he reads my text message. It makes me giggle out loud.

  Then I’m wearing my chef’s coat just for your pleasure. But you gotta do something for me too, sweetheart…

  What might that be?

  Wear a dress. No panties.

  My eyes widen as I read his text. He can’t be serious! I’m not going commando on a night out. But truth be told, his suggestion is making my heart flutter excitedly and I’m totally tempted to do it.

  WHAT?!

  Gotta cook, doll, hungry people waiting. See you at the club… We’ll see who keeps their promise ;)

  I’m grinning, even though I’m feeling freaked out by our conversation. This is the most Adam and I have flirted, and maybe the first time we’ve acted like a normal pair of people who have the hots for each other. And it’s turning me on already, knowing what he’s asked of me tonight.

  I just might do it, too…

  My hand lingers over my lingerie drawer, picking up a pair of red lacy panties… I’ve already taken them out, but I change my mind at the last minute. Putting them back in the drawer, I close it with a thud and laugh out loud as I start to get dressed.

  No panties it is, then.

  ***

  “Get your ass downstairs!”

  The yell is followed by loud honking, and I rush down the stairs in my sky-high heels. I take one last look at my reflection in the full-length mirror in the hall, pleased with what I’m seeing for once.

  I’m wearing a skintight red dress with a peplum on the waist. It pushes up my breasts and is just long enough to be decent. I’ve paired it with a pair of black ankle boots and a small black clutch. My makeup is red lipstick and cat eyeliner, and my hair falls in rich, voluminous waves down my back.

  I’m grinning as I lock the front door and rush towards the car waiting for me. Bex is behind the wheel, with Alec in the driver’s seat. He wolf whistles when he sees me, giving me an appraising look.

  “Damn girl, you clean up nice,” Bex says appreciatively and I feel a blush coming on, hoping Adam agrees with her opinion.

  “If you weren’t off limits, I’d be working some lame one-liners on you,” Alec agrees solemnly and I give him a strange look.

  “Off limits?” I repeat, wondering what he means by that.

  “I just meant- OW, you bitch!” Bex just kicked Alec and we nearly swerved off the road. Remind me never to get in a car with her as the driver again…

  Swiftly, Bex changes the topic and we chat about restaurant stuff as we drive towards our destination. Several times, I literally fear for my life. Bex is a horrible driver, and that’s an understatement!

  We park in an obscure alley and I’m kind of worried about the whole area, but as soon as we turn the corner, we arrive at a more respectable street, bustling with life. There’s a huge flashing neon sign above a club proclaiming its name, and a long winding row of people waiting to get inside.

  “Do we have to wait?” I ask Alec, already dreading standing in line with my killer heels. Bex just laughs it off, though, shaking her head.

  “Our poor naïve little girl,” she says to Alec and he grins back at her. “What do you say, Al, shall we show her the ropes?”

  “Most definitely,” Alec agrees with a grin, and we head right for the entrance to the club while other people sulk, seeing us stroll up to the bouncer.

  Bex kisses him on the cheek and the huge guy’s eyes glisten as he takes in her appearance. She does look amazing in a short leather dress, her hair straightened. Like some kind of femme fatale, or a dominatrix. No wonder the bouncer has googly eyes.

  A few words whispered in the guy’s ear, and all three of us are in.

  The club is booming with loud music and bustling with people. Everyone’s dancing and having a good time, and my heart beats excitedly in my chest. Up till now, I haven’t gone out much, apart from the parties I attended as a model.

  But those were filled with drugs, alcohol and bad behavior, and I always ended up waking up the next day with a horrible, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. This seems different somehow.

  “Guys! Over here!”

  An excited shout greets us, and all three of us look in the direction where the woman’s voice is coming from.

  It’s Katelyn, teetering on her nude pumps. By the looks of her, the birthday girl’s already had a celebratory drink… or three.

  We make our way to the table where several people who work at the restaurant are lounging. Bex and I are greeted with loud exclamations, with everyone telling us how amazing we look. It makes Alec complain why he’s not getting any attention, and in seconds, we’re all laughing our heads off.

  For once, I feel like I belong. These are my people, my friends, my co-workers, and they actually wanted me to be here. It’s an amazing feeling and my heart swells in my chest, knowing I’m welcome at a party for once.

  My eyes are already scanning the crowd as everyone starts talking over the noise of the music, but Adam is nowhere to be seen. I can’t fight the disappointment, but I can only hope he’ll show up later… Might as well have some fun in the meantime, though.

  “Tessa, we’re having shots,” Alec informs me loudly, and I shake my head in protest. I’ve never liked alcohol much, not having a strong stomach for the stuff. And I really don’t want to get drunk tonight.

  “I don’t really like to drink,” I manage just above the level of the music, but I’m only met with strange looks and stares, which make me laugh out loud. “Fine, maybe just one drink.”

  Bex links hands with me and we head towards the bar with a few other people. In moments, a bartender gives us twenty shot glasses filled with some foul smelling liquid, and Bex starts downing them like a champ.

  She gives me a challenging look as I fidget next to her.

  “Hey chicken, you don’t need to prove yourself again. You’ve already done that. But you might want to loosen up, get that freaking stick out of your ass!”

  Her words are harsh, but they make me smile nonetheless. “Is that a dare?” I ask with raised eyebrows and Bex laughs it off.

  “If it helps get you relaxed, sure, it’s a dare, honey!”

  I don’t need to be told twice.

  I step up to the bar; grabbing a shot glass and downing it in one go. The liquid warms my throat but doesn’t burn as badly as the stuff we drank at the restaurant that one time. In fact, it feels kind of pleasant… and in moments, I can feel the effect it’s having on my b
ody.

  And it’s not all that bad, to be honest.

  Bex and I finish our line of shots along with Katelyn, who’s wearing a pink feather boa and a birthday girl tiara. She’s loudly proclaiming her love for Harry Styles from One Direction, and within a few minutes, I’m feeling tipsy and giggly.

  Bex was right. I feel comfortable now and I can’t wait to get on the dance floor.

  “People just don’t get it,” Katelyn says with an exasperated sigh. “He’s so totally hot. Like crazy hot. And they wouldn’t care about the age difference, would they, Tess? I mean, it’s only a couple of years. Harry and I would be totes cute together.”

  I’m grinning at her, shaking my head.

  “Let’s dance, Katelyn?” I ask her, my heart starting to thump in tune to the music. My friend agrees with a vigorous nod, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the dance floor.

  In minutes, we’re dancing our butts off. Finally, I get the feeling of being completely lost in the music. My body is seemingly moving of its own accord; I’m swaying my hips and loving the feel of the cool air-conditioning in the club on my sweaty skin.

  It’s packed in here, but not so badly to make me want to leave. I’m actually having fun as Katelyn and I spin around the dance floor. I don’t care who’s looking; I just want to have fun.

  So I lose myself in the music… For a few minutes, or maybe hours. Who knows?

  Finally, I wake up from my alcohol-and-music induced trance, looking up towards the entrance of the club. And right away, my eyes connect with a face I’m most excited to see here tonight.

  Adam is standing right at the entrance, his eyes glued to mine like he’s being pulled towards me by some kind of invisible force. I’m still swaying my hips, unable to stop responding to the music as his gaze drinks in my curves.

  I bite my bottom lip gently, wishing it was Adam’s mouth doing it instead. Slowly, my gaze travels down his body, taking in his appearance.

  He’s not wearing a chef’s coat, but instead a V-neck tee that reveals his ripped, tatted biceps. So fucking hot it’s making my breath catch in my throat. God, I want him. I want him so fucking badly.

  My eyes travel back to his face and he grins at me devilishly, like he has some seriously evil plans for me in store. With purpose, he steps in my direction, walking over to me like a predator.

  And this time around, I wouldn’t mind being the prey one little bit.

  12 - ADAM

  She’s stunning. Beauty in its purest form, and that dress, goddammit…that dress is going to be the end of me.

  I was supposed to play it cool tonight, but as soon as I spot her at the club, lost in her element on the dance floor, I know I won’t be able to hold myself back. Her eyes are filled with lust and hazy from the drinks she’s probably had, and two fierce needs mix in my heart.

  One, to protect her from anyone wanting to take advantage of her tonight.

  And the other, to fuck Tessa Silver while she begs me to come.

  Hopefully I can take care of both of those things at once, but since I’m the very danger she’s facing tonight, it might be a difficult task to accomplish.

  I stride over to her, full of intent. She’s still swaying her hips and it takes all the willpower I have in my body to not imagine her grinding those curves against my rock-hard cock. Speaking of which, I need to rearrange my jeans, otherwise it’s going to be even more plainly obvious what kind of feelings I have for Tessa.

  “Hello, sweetheart,” I greet her in a low growl.

  Tess raises her lusty eyes to mine and leans forward… Fuck me, how am I supposed to resist her in this state?

  Her arms wrap around my neck in a hug, a little too close for stepsiblings. She’s pressed her body right against mine, and I can feel her against me. God, it feels good. If I had a choice, I would never let her get away. She’d be stuck to me forever, just so I could inhale the sweet scent of her perfume, feel her long nails on the back of my neck.

  “Glad you could make it,” she purrs, her voice alone so sexy it immediately makes me want to check if she followed up with my request. But I better control myself, or I’ll scare her off.

  “Wouldn’t miss it,” I say solemnly and she moves away a little, her arms still around my neck. My eyes travel over her body, her breasts pressed tightly against the fabric of the dress, so beautiful and perky.

  Fuck me, this is going to be a long night.

  “I’ve been waiting for you to show up,” Tessa whispers in my ear, and my cock twitches at the sound of those words. Surprised, she looks at the point where we’re touching, and I know she just felt how hard I am, my erection straining against the fabric of my jeans.

  Tessa’s eyes travel back to mine and she smiles seductively. I’m losing my mind over here. I need someone to rescue me pronto, or I’m going to take advantage of her… Right. The fuck. Now.

  Desperately, I raise my eyes until they meet a familiar face. Thankfully, I land on Alec just as Tessa nuzzles my neck. I can’t help the groan that escapes my lips, and my eyes beg Alec to come help me out with the situation.

  The big man is over in a few seconds, greeting me with a bang and making Tessa step away so he can clap me on the back. She looks sulky and I can’t help but share the sentiment. Gotta say, having a hot brunette wrapped around me definitely beats Alec’s huge frame – no offense to my bro.

  “I wanna dance, Adam!” Tessa quips excitedly, trying to duck past Alec and drag me to the dance floor. I’m laughing nervously, totally scared by the idea, because my dick is already set to explode.

  Bex comes to the rescue along with Alec, and all four of us head to the dance floor. I risk another look at my stepsister and regret it almost immediately.

  That goddamn dress isn’t helping much. It’s skintight and bright red, and I feel like a fucking bull raging to strip it off her. Her ass is swaying in tune with the music, and she’s dancing like she has no inhibitions in the world. My sweet Tessa, who used to be self-conscious about the smallest of things, is now completely lost in the music.

  I love it, but I don’t love the fact that I shouldn’t touch her, because my whole body is yearning to have her in my arms.

  The DJ changes the tune to something faster, some kind of electronic song. It’s not my kind of music, but it definitely gets my blood pumping in areas beside my cock.

  I let Tessa drag me closer and try to loosen up while staying on full alert, which sounds about as logical as putting salt in your coffee instead of sugar. But I somehow manage to keep my cock in my pants as I dance with the most beautiful girl in the whole club.

  She’s grinding against me with her ass, and I’m losing my mind. Her perky tits are in my face one moment, and the next thing I know, she’s grinding on me with her sexy hips. Fuck me, this is hard. My poor dick isn’t going to recover for weeks after this debacle… Especially since I haven’t had sex since Tessa showed up on my doorstep.

  I’ve been dating a bit, seeing girls here and there, but mostly it’s been all about one night stands for me. I just couldn’t commit to a relationship knowing my mind was totally stuck on a different girl. So I didn’t want to do them an injustice… Felt better to fuck ‘em and leave ‘em.

  No one complained, either.

  But having the girl I’ve been in love with for years grinding against me on the dance floor is almost too much for me to handle. I’ve been holding back for such a fucking long time, and if I don’t get her soon, I’m going to explode.

  So I let myself have a little feel, instantly knowing it was both the best and the worst decision in the world.

  My hands travel to Tessa’s hips and I pull her in, my blood rushing through my veins as she gives me a lust-filled look. She’s so beautiful, wild and uninhibited. I just want to drag her back home and show her what she’s been missing all these years.

  The music is loud and booming and Tessa is dancing sensually. My mind is spinning, and I haven’t had a single drink yet… Which gives me an awful, awful
idea.

  Alcohol. It makes thing better, right?

  Sometimes?

  Okay, never… But still, I’m at a club with a raging boner, the girl of my dreams basically begging my cock to fuck her, and I need something to calm me down.

  “I need a drink,” I tell Tessa, shouting over the music, and her eyes sparkle with excitement.

  “Shots?” she asks excitedly, and I find myself nodding, even though it’s probably the worst thing in the world for me right now.

  We head towards the bar and as we’re walking, Tessa’s fingers twine with mine. Shocked, I look at our hands and she just gives me the sweetest fucking smile, making me melt inside. Fuck, this girl is going to be the end of me.

  We meet up with some other people at the bar, including the birthday girl, Katelyn, who is totally hammered. She’s a short distraction, at least, babbling about some boy band member and claiming he’s the love of her life.

  Bex shows up next to us along with Alec and they look a little out of breath. I give them a strange look but Alec won’t meet my eye, and Bex is busy chattering with my stepsister. Finally, she raises her eyes to mine and gives me the most devilish look in the world.

  I know Bex pretty well, and that look doesn’t mean anything good. I’m about to get fucked… unfortunately, not by my stunning Tessa.

  “Adam,” Bex shouts over the music. “You wanna do some shots?”

  “Yeah,” I say doubtfully, already pretty sure she has some devious plan in store for me, but she just nods and shows us to the table where everyone else is sitting, telling us to meet her there with the drinks.

  I take Tessa’s hand of my own accord this time around, leading her towards the table. She’s drunk, but not totally hammered, and she can still walk in the sky-high heels she’s wearing.

  Total fuck-me heels, which are really not helping with the bulge in my pants.

  Tessa sits down on the couch and I speak to one of the waiters at the restaurant. My staff and I actually hang out a lot after hours, and I really like that. Makes me feel like I know each and every one of them, and I really feel like we’re a family. They’re all good people; something that’s really important to me when I’m working in a team.