Bad Boy - A Stepbrother Romance

by Daire, Caitlin

  Moments later, Bex and Alec show up with a platter of drinks, and Bex gives me the most evil look… I should’ve known she’d get me in trouble one more time.

  Tessa springs up on wobbly legs, shrieking with excitement when she sees all the shot glasses, but Bex tuts at her and triumphantly tells us what she’s up to… finally.

  “These are body shots,” she says victoriously, while people around us cheer. “Who wants to go first?”

  “Me, me, me!” Tessa shouts excitedly, giggling out loud, and my face probably gets ghostly white, because I can feel the blood draining from it.

  I swear to God, if Bex makes some other dude take body shots off of Tessa, I might murder her. And the guy too, obviously. I shoot Alec a warning look, but he just grins at me, and I know more trouble is in store for me.

  “Okay, Tessa first,” Bex says innocently and Tessa lines up excitedly like she’s going to get some kind of present for volunteering. “Who do you want to go with, Tessa?”

  Tessa’s eyes roam the room and fixate on mine right away. Why didn’t I look away?

  Because I fucking want this, too, that’s why.

  “Adam,” she breathes and my heart nearly bursts out of my chest.

  “Okay,” Bex says triumphantly, giving me a victorious look like she just proved me wrong. I’m probably going to murder her tomorrow, but for now, I’m too fucking excited.

  “Come over here, Tess, lie on the couch,” Bex beckons my stepsister over, and Tess approaches her obediently. Bex makes her lie on the couch, thinking about where to position her body shot stuff, or as I like to think of it, her devices of evil. “It’s tequila, so we’re doing salt, shots and lime.”

  “But I’m wearing a dress,” Tessa complains weakly from her prone position. “How are we doing this?”

  Bex thinks through her plan and as soon as I see her devious smile, I know this is about to get fucked up. She gets her supplies, putting a pinch of salt right at the spot where Tessa’s dress ends. It’s on her upper thigh and if I have to lick that…

  Fuck, I’ll probably be a goner. A man can only resist so much.

  Bex hands me a shot of tequila and places a wedge of lime between Tessa’s willing lips, and just seeing her part her mouth makes my mind spin in circles.

  Finally, my friends step away and start to cheer me on in tune to the music. I’m pretty much doomed, I realize darkly, but my heart is beating excitedly nonetheless.

  “Do it! Do it!” the crowd chants, and Tessa gives me the most lust-filled look I’ve ever seen on her, and fuck me, I’m not going to say no to this, as bad as it will make me feel tomorrow. I’m a red-blooded man, for fuck’s sake, not a priest.

  I crouch next to Tessa, looking at her eyes for confirmation. They’re sparkling with mischief, and before I can stop myself, my mouth is on her thigh and I’m licking the salt off her hot, tanned skin.

  Fuck, she tastes good. So fucking good.

  The salt mixes with the sweet flavor of Tessa’s skin as I lick her, her legs quivering under my mouth. I wish I could spend an eternity right there, between her legs, but everyone’s cheering me on.

  I raise the shot to my lips, swigging back the tequila, and finally I move up to Tessa’s face, my heart beating erratically, my mouth still filled with so many different tastes.

  I lean over her, clasping her hands on both sides of her body and looking her right in the eye. The world stops still for a moment as we gaze into one another’s eyes.

  I’ve waited so long for this. So fucking long. I’m not about to let her go now.

  Slowly, I lean down against her body, the dog tags I’m wearing dangling above us. I take the lime from her lips, just briefly tasting her sweet mouth. And then I can’t fucking hold back any longer.

  I don’t care about the goddamned shot, or the people watching us, or how inappropriate all of this is. I grab the back of Tessa’s neck, and she’s more than happy to yield to my request, raising her lips to meet mine in the wildest kiss I’ve ever had in my life.

  Our need is primal, our mouths demanding as we descend upon one another. I fill her mouth with my tongue, and Tessa is gasping into mine, begging me for more and whispering my name.

  Any man would be a fucking goner, and I’m basically done. I turn into a caveman like I have in her presence so many times before, and I grab her ass and lift her from the couch until she’s off it and in my lap.

  I’m pretty sure the rest of our coworkers have stopped cheering and scattered around the club, because we’re alone at the table. Thank fuck, because I’ve finally had enough. I need Tessa, and I need her right now.

  I sit on the couch, positioning her on my lap, our mouths still entwined in the passionate kiss. She’s going wild, sucking and biting on my bottom lip, and ragged breaths escape my mouth as she taunts me with her delicious sweet lips.

  This is undoubtedly the best moment of my life, and I want to savor the sweetness while it lasts, because I’m fully aware I’ll have to go back to the real world the next day.

  Tessa’s grinding against me and I remember our talk via text message earlier that day. My fingers dig into her thigh, realizing her pussy is only inches away from my cock. It’s making my dick twitch wildly, and I wish I could take her on the spot.

  Tessa seems to be thinking something along the same lines.

  “You didn’t do what you promised,” she whispers in my ear, her breathing ragged as her mouth slides down my neck, biting softly into my sensitive skin.

  “Thought this wasn’t the best place,” I say lamely. I seriously can’t come up with a better excuse; my mind is flooded with thoughts of Tessa, the feel of her skin against mine. “But did you remember to keep your promise, sweetheart?”

  She moans against my mouth, taking a look around us. We’re completely alone in our area; everyone else is yards away, letting it all out on the dance floor. Tessa takes my hand and my fingers shake as she puts it on her thigh, pushing me upper and deeper.

  My fingers meet her swollen lips, plump and ripe with desire for me. She’s soaking wet for me already, and she kept her fucking promise… she’s not wearing her panties. Tessa is totally naked under her dress, her beautiful pussy literally at my fingertips.

  I’m breathing hard as my mouth descends upon hers again. We’re playing a tricky game here, and I know I can’t be too obvious or everyone will realize exactly what we’re doing. For now, we look just like a regular couple making out on the couch…but I want to take it a step further.

  My pointer finger circles her swollen lips and she begs for more. I can’t fucking hold on any longer, and I push a finger inside her pussy, loving the delicious sound her wet lips make when she makes way for me.

  “Adam,” she moans against my mouth.

  “Shhh,” I whisper, begging her to keep quiet. I can’t fucking stop, and I don’t want anyone to see. I need to keep going. “Quiet, sweetheart, or someone will see how bad you’re being.”

  “More, please,” she breathes, begging me for another push of my fingers. I obey because I am a weak-minded man and I can’t say no to Tessa Silver.

  I plunge another finger inside her and she shakes in my arms uncontrollably, throwing her head back – the perfect opportunity for me to kiss her long, slender neck. My cock is about to explode through my jeans, the zipper rubbing me every wrong way possible as she grinds against me.

  With two fingers inside her pussy, I reach for her clit with another one. She’s shaved bare, beautifully bare. I circle her clit and Tess whispers my name over and over again. She’s begging for more, fucking begging. What kind of man could resist this vixen?

  I pump inside her and she wraps her arms around my neck, squeezing hard and pushing her perky breasts against my face. I want to strip her naked and have her on the fucking bar. I want her right. The fuck. Now.

  I’m teasing her clit with two fingers now, circling, pinching and bringing her to thrash in my arms wildly. I hope it looks like she’s dancing. At least the music�
�s loud enough to hide our loud breathing, the curse words rolling off her sweet lips as I bring her higher and higher.

  “Adam, please, I fucking can’t,” she says with ragged breaths, burying her head in my shoulder as I fuck her with my fingers. “I can’t hold on any longer.”

  “Come on my fingers, Tessa,” I order her, and she shakes all over with the combination of my words and what I’m doing. “Come on, dirty girl. And be quiet, sweetheart, you gotta be quiet.”

  She’s whimpering now, and with a final thrust on my fingers I can feel her pussy tightening around me, just tethering on the edge and ready to come for me. Finally, she clenches so hard I feel like I won’t be able to move away, and then she’s coming, waves of pleasure rolling off her like a thick, musky scent as she breathes my name in my ear again and again.

  “Fuck, Adam,” she breathes heavily. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

  “That’s right, baby doll,” I tell her heavily, feeling like I’m going to pass out because of my fucking boner alone. She’s got me so hard I’m about to throw her over my shoulder like a Neanderthal and take her back home, fuck her raw. “You’ve been so good… Came nice and hard for me.”

  She’s totally worn out, and she sags like a ragdoll in my arms. It’s making me smile, but my cock is still begging to let me fuck her. I want her so goddamn badly. I’m going to have the worst blue balls in a minute.

  “Adam, take me home,” she begs in her raspy post-orgasm breath. “Take me to your bed, I want to sleep next to you, baby.”

  She’s a little delirious, tired, a bit drunk and totally sleepy. It makes me feel more protective than horny, and thank fuck for that, because my dick finally starts to go a little softer.

  “I’ll take you home, sweetheart,” I tell her.

  I intend to fulfill my promise this time around, so I carefully get up with her in my lap, making sure to cover her up so she’s decent. I hope there’s no wet spot on her dress, but I’m covering it up as I carry her towards the exit anyway.

  I grab her purse from Bex on the way out and she gives me a serious look, which I promptly ignore. Alec quickly asks if I need anything, but I just shake my head, giving him a grateful smile.

  Then, I carry Tessa outside of the club into the balmy night. The night air feels damn good against my scorched skin, and Tessa is a light weight to bear.

  I call a cab with one hand, realizing Tessa’s totally comatose in my arms. It’s kind of sweet, though I could do without the drooling on my shoulder. Still, pretty adorable.

  The cab comes pretty fast, and I sit with Tessa in the back. We’re home in a matter of minutes, and I don’t have the fucking heart to wake up the sleeping beauty, so I pay the guy and carry her inside the house.

  Dilemma. Do I put her in my room or the guest bedroom?

  Tessa decides to solve the question for me.

  “Your bed, please,” she whispers gently, the darkness in the house enveloping us like a thick, heavy blanket. “I wanna sleep next to you, Adam, please – let me?”

  I can’t fucking say no to that, can I?

  So I carry Tess back to my room, gently putting her on my bed and covering her with the duvet. She looks so damn good in my big bed, like she’s exactly where she belongs. My heart swells with love for this girl, a love which I’ve been resisting for as long as I can remember, a love that is now back in full force. I don’t think I’ll be able to hide my feelings for much longer. I want her… I want Tessa Silver, every day for the rest of my life.

  “Goodnight, sweetheart,” I whisper, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. I’m sure she’s asleep, but then she grabs my t-shirt, pulling me in.

  “Stay,” she asks me sleepily. “Sleep next to me, please Adam. I wanna be next to you tonight, please. Please let me.”

  And I’m not going to say no to that, so I lie down next to her, jeans and all. I don’t want Tessa to wake up and find me half naked next to her, especially if she ends up regretting what happened in the club. We were both a little drunk, but she wasn’t totally hammered. I made sure she knew what she was doing…

  I would’ve never been able to forgive myself if I took advantage of her.

  She cuddles up in my arms, her head resting in the crook of my arm, and it’s the best goddamned feeling in the world. Something I’ve thought plenty of times today, but it just keeps getting better with Tessa… beautiful, sweet Tessa.

  I feel myself drifting off to sleep, even though I want to stay awake all night just to savor her presence next to me. Tessa’s already breathing heavily, dozing off in the land of slumber. So I’m sure she can’t hear me when I whisper in her ear.

  “Don’t leave me, Tess,” I beg her softly. “Don’t ever go away again.”

  13 - TESSA

  5 years ago

  Ever since Adam’s college acceptance letter, I’ve refused to speak to him. I don’t even bother during our family meals together, even though I know it’s really upsetting our parents. But frankly, I just don’t give a crap. I’m hurting too much to think about what others are feeling.

  Once again, we’re home alone today and I’m fairly certain Adam’s throwing a going away party. He’s probably going to leave in a few weeks’ time, which hurts more than I’d care to admit.

  I’ve heard people in school mentioning Monroe’s giant bash, but I choose to ignore the rumors. He could’ve at least freaking asked me if I was okay with him having a party while my mom was gone. It’s my house, after all – more so than his.

  But I don’t bring it up with him, not even once. Instead, I barricade myself in my room the day of the party, locking the door and scrutinizing my appearance once again in front of the mirror.

  I’ve stripped to my bra and undies and I’m drinking in my body. It’s changed so much over the past few months. It’s filled out in certain places and I’ve lost all the puppy fat. My mom says it would’ve happened eventually anyway, and I shouldn’t put myself on these crazy diets. But what the hell does she know?

  She’s not the one who was mocked and teased relentlessly every day at school.

  I’m not one hundred percent pleased with what I see in the mirror, but I guess it will do for now. I get dressed again, picking out a nice outfit for no reason whatsoever.

  Or maybe because noises are starting to come up from downstairs and I’m pretty sure the party is going to start any moment. I’m just picking the best time to storm downstairs and ruin everyone’s time.

  I cuddle up on the bed with a nice book just when there’s a knock at the door. It could only be one person; someone I simultaneously don’t want to see and am craving to look at.

  “Come in,” I groan, rolling my eyes when Adam walks through my door. He looks mildly irritated by my behavior, which makes me morbidly happy. At least I can still get a rise out of him.

  “Hey, Tessa,” he says softly. “Just wanted to tell you I’m throwing a little shindig tonight. Thought you might wanna come downstairs and check it out.”

  “Yeah, thanks but no thanks,” I say coldly, looking back at my book and pretending to read even though the words are dancing before my eyes. “Close the door on your way out, please.”

  I can hear him hesitating, but finally, he sighs heavily and turns to leave, which hurts even more than having him argue with me. “Fine, have it your way.”

  The door shuts with a heavy thud and I sink back into the bed, pretending I’m grossly immersed in my book. Truth be told, my mind is anywhere but the star-crossed lovers in Wuthering Heights.

  Time is passing excruciatingly slowly, but I finally hear even more voices downstairs. Pretty soon, they turn into loud music, the thumping of bass reverberating through the walls of my bedroom.

  My eyebrows are knitted together worriedly, my mouth set in a thin line. I’m fighting the instinct to go downstairs, hard. It might be easier for me to just stay in my room, be the princess in the high tower.

  That is what I pretend to be until a drunken guy stumbles into my room.

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p; “Tessa,” he slurs. It’s some guy from school, one of Adam’s jock friends. And he’s completely, totally drunk out of his mind.

  “What the hell, Travis,” I hiss at him. “Would you mind getting out of my bedroom?”

  “I would mind,” he says with a shit-eating grin. “I would mind very much, because I came here looking for you, Tess. Don’t you wanna talk to me for a little bit?”

  “Nope,” I reply, getting up from my bed, my book forgotten. I cross my arms in front of my body protectively, giving him a hard look. “I’d rather you get lost and leave me to my book, thank you very much.”

  “Tessa Silver,” Travis laughs out loud. This is the very guy who, up until Adam came along, didn’t even know my first name. Now he’s acting like we’ve been friends all along, the stupid jerk.

  “I thought you’d be nicer to me… Don’t you know how many girls are dying to talk to me? I bet you’re one of them too, Tessa.”

  “Hardly,” I reply with an eye roll, but he’s already started coming towards me. Right now I feel like he’s a predator out to get me, and I don’t much like being the hunted one. I take a step back, giving him a frightened look.

  “Look, Travis, I’m really not in the mood to party. Why don’t you go downstairs? I’m sure you’ll have more fun with the people down there.”

  “Nope, came here to see you,” he growls, and my heart starts beating faster as he advances on me. I feel like he’s going to pounce, take me down in a matter of seconds. And I’m feeling a little scared, because I don’t think I can escape him.

  I make a mad dash for the door, but I’m too slow for Travis. I’ve almost reached the doorknob when he grabs my hips from behind, pulling me into his body.

  Oh god oh god oh god.

  I can still feel the music thumping through the walls, but it’s mixing with my own heartbeat until I’m not sure which is which anymore. Travis pulls me against him, and I can feel the hard contours of his body, his erection stiff against my butt.

  I struggle hard to get away, try to push him off me, but he just laughs it off.