My Stepbrother the Ultimate Collection (Five Complete Box Sets)

by Cindy Wilder

  “What?” I said.

  I knew it wouldn't be long before he'd have me exactly as he wanted, but I wasn't going to pass up fucking with him in the process. His mouth moved toward my ear.

  “You. Are. Mine,” he said roughly.

  “Does everyone bow down to you and your every need?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said.

  “Just so you know, I'm not everyone,” I said.

  The weight of his body felt so good and warm against my back. When he jerked my hair, I moaned. Then I lifted my ass and ground it against his already growing cock.

  “Tabitha,” he snapped.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Don't fuck with me, woman,” he said.

  I loved when his voice got that rough, sexy tone with me.

  “Don't fuck with you?” I asked, making sure to really articulate the word fuck.

  I heard the rumble in his chest before he pulled back, reached down, and ripped my pants and panties down my legs. Two seconds later, he had my shirt and bra over my head and had somehow tied my wrists together. He ran his hands down my back to my ass. When the smack came, the sting followed.

  “Fuck,” I let out through clenched teeth.

  His hand came down on the other side of my ass, and I jerked. It felt so damn good when he rubbed it. He grabbed my hips and pulled them into the air. My knees went up without me even thinking about it. I couldn't believe how open I was to him. I was on the edge of the bed with my hands tied together above my head and my ass in the air.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he moaned. “You have no idea how damn sexy you look right now.”

  His fingers moved down over my wetness. I knew I was dripping from his words and the feeling of his hand coming down on my ass.

  “Shit,” he said. “You're so damn wet for me. I want you so damn bad, Tabby. I want everything I've missed the last four years. I want to take you slow and love every bit of your sexy body, but that has to wait. Right now, I just need you. I need to be buried balls deep inside that tight, wet pussy.”

  I gasped when he spoke like that. He was the only one that could make me come from words alone. It took seconds for him to remove his pants. His cock was rock hard and ready when he entered me. I cried out his name into the air. He held my hips and thrust into me, filling me completely. I thought I was going to lose it right then. When he pulled out slowly and thrust in hard and deep again, I cried out a second time.

  “I've missed you so damn bad,” he said. “I'm never letting you go again. I hope you know that. You're mine, baby. I'm going to tell you that every single day for the rest of my life.”

  I pulled at my hands, but my shirt was tightly around them. Jay ran his fingers up and down the center of my back, and I arched forward against the bed. He continued moving in and out of me a few more times. When he flipped me onto my back, I let out a laugh. The man made throwing me around look like it was nothing. He looked down at my body and smiled. When he grabbed my knees and lifted, I couldn't wait to watch his face while he fucked me. He thrust in deep and his lips parted. I could see his eyes darken and fill with need. I left my arms above my head and arched my back when he entered me. He stopped for a moment and looked from my head to my legs and back.

  “I'll never have enough of you, baby,” he said. “You are perfect.”

  His mouth came down and sucked my nipple in. When his teeth scraped against it, I moved beneath him.

  “Fuck, Jay,” I whimpered.

  He leaned over me and took my hands in one of his. They were pinned to the bed. It was so damn sexy having him hover over me while he filled me. My legs wrapped around his waist. He held my hip in his free hand as he continued to fuck me. My heels dug into his ass and he groaned. I lifted my hips off of the bed in rhythm with his. His knees hit the end of the bed with each thrust into me, and I had no intention of holding back.

  “Oh, Jay,” I cried out loudly. “Fuck me harder.”

  He pumped into me so deep. I could feel him hitting the deepest spot. My thighs were tight, and I could feel the soreness as he pounded into me. I wanted to reach down and touch myself, but he held my wrists in his hand. His mouth moved from one breast to the other before moving up and sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. My back arched again, as my breasts moved against his t-shirt covered chest.

  “I'm going to fuck you so hard, it's going to be all you think about. Every time you move, you're going to feel me inside of you. You're going to know where you belong. I want you here with me, Tabby. I want to fuck you every single day. I'm going to feast on your body and fuck your pussy with my tongue. That smart mouth of yours is going to be filled with my cock. I'm going to take you whenever I want.”

  “Jay,” I warned.

  “Do not come,” he demanded. “Not yet. I'm not finished.”

  His mouth covered mine, and he thrust into me deep. I pulled his lip through my teeth and felt his chest rumble. He untied my hands, and I wrapped them around his back. I held so tight that I felt my nails dig into him through his shirt.

  “Jay,” I said.

  “Yes, baby.”

  “I can't wait. I need you. I need to feel you come inside of me. Please,” I begged.

  Jay groaned, grabbed both of my hips, and fucked me so damn hard. I screamed his name as I came around him. I felt my pussy grip his cock and release it over and over. He roared into the air as he exploded inside of me. His body came down on mine, and I held him tight.

  “Mine,” he mumbled.

  There was a knock at the door, and I moved beneath Jay.

  “Shit,” I said, as I pushed against him, jumped up, and grabbed for my clothes. “I totally forgot what I was supposed to be doing.”

  He reached forward, narrowed his eyes up at me, and pulled me against him.

  “Who's at the door?” he asked.

  “It's Tom,” I said, as I shoved my legs into my pants. “He was helping me move my stuff into storage.”

  “Why would he be doing that?” Jay asked, as he stood and grabbed his pants to pull them on.

  “The stuff won't fit,” I said, as I clasped my bra and pulled my t-shirt over my head.

  “Won't fit where, Tabby?” he asked.

  “At Tom's,” I said, as I braced myself for what might possibly come next.

  He froze with one leg in and one leg out of his pants. His body tightened. I could physically see every part of his body become stiff.

  “What do you mean at Tom's?” he asked.

  His voice was getting harder with each word. I was a little nervous.

  “I'm staying with Tom until I decide if I'm staying here or going back home,” I said with a smile and a shrug.

  I was trying to lighten the situation, but Jay wasn't having it. When we were together four years before, he was stern and demanding. That was nothing compared to the man he had become since then. I watched him close his eyes and take deep breaths in and back out several times.

  “You can stay right here,” he said sternly.

  “No,” I said. “I can't. You're not going to be my landlord, Jay. I'm sorry.”

  He shook his head and tightened his hands into fists before releasing them.

  “No,” he said. “This is not happening. That fucker's so into you. Nope.”

  “He is not,” I said. “We are friends. I need to decide if I'm taking one of the jobs back home or staying where I am. I'm really not sure. I'm not sure I can stay here. There's too much here that can hurt me.”

  “I already told you,” he said with his jaw clenched. “I will follow you. If you go home, then so am I.”

  “You're going to go back there?” I asked. “No you're not.”

  “Leave here and find out,” he said. “Go answer the door. We wouldn't want to keep Tom waiting would we?”

  “Jay,” I said sternly. “Do not do anything stupid. Do you hear me? We are friends. He works with you. I haven't told him everything. He's going to be surprised to see you here. You already have the poor guy
so freaked out. Don't make it worse.”

  “Why would I have him freaked out?” Jay asked.

  “Really?” I said sarcastically. “The poor guy's afraid of you. He talks about you like you're so important and could destroy his career or something. I seriously don't understand what the big deal is with you. I told him not to put up with your shit. He looks at me like I've grown a third eye when I say it.”

  “Not everyone sees me the way you do, Tabby,” he said.

  “How's that, Jay?” I asked, as I walked out and opened the door.

  Tom walked in with a smile on his face.

  “What's next?” he asked. “If we hurry, you can turn your keys in tonight.”

  I knew the second Jay walked into the room. Tom stopped talking and froze.

  “Mr. Blackwell,” he said.

  I turned around to see the fucker zipping and buttoning his pants. Are you fucking serious, was all I thought? I narrowed my eyes at him and lipped the word fucker at him. A smile spread across his face, as he crossed the floor and held his hand out.

  “Tom,” he said. “It's nice to see you again. Were you here to ask Tabitha's advice again?”

  “No,” Tom quickly said. “I was just helping her move, sir.”

  “Call him Jared,” I said. “You are not at work. Do not address him like some kind of boss or something.”

  “Where are you helping her move, Tom?” Jay asked in a serious tone.

  I elbowed him in the side and he growled. What the hell was that, I thought? He's not a damn animal. Funny how you don't hear from someone in four years, then you do and it's like they own you or something. I don't think so.

  “I already told you I'm moving in with Tom until I decide if I'm staying or leaving.”

  “I was hoping she'd decide to stay,” Tom said.

  “He even said I could split the rent and stay,” I said. “Since you're here, Jared.”

  I picked up a box and shoved it into his arms.

  “I'm sure you wouldn't mind taking this down to Tom's truck,” I said with a smile. “There's plenty more. I want to give my keys back to the asshole owner today if I can.”

  Tom grabbed a box and walked out the door. Jay leaned over close to my ear.

  “You're going to pay for this shit. You better watch your ass,” he said in his deep, serious tone.

  “Oh yeah,” I said with a laugh.

  “You want Tom to find you bent over my fucking knee when he comes back?” he said. “Don't test me, Tabby. It's not a joke. Knock the shit off right now. This isn't a game to me.”

  He walked out just as Tom was walking back in. We loaded the truck with everything that was left. I couldn't believe how nervous Tom was around Jared. Tom got in his truck and left. I needed to follow him so he knew what went to the unit and what went to his house. I checked to make sure I had gotten everything, locked the apartment door, and handed Jay the keys. He took my hands in his and turned me to him.

  “I just wanted to know you were safe. I knew if you were here everything would be okay. Please don't think it was anything negative. I'm so sorry I didn't take care of you. I'm sorry that I ran and didn't stick up for what I really wanted. I did it for you even if it doesn't seem like it. I want to spend the day with you tomorrow. Would you do that for me?”

  I nodded my head and smiled a nervous smile. He walked me to my car and opened the door for me.

  “Where are you going?” I asked.

  “To the club,” he said. “I need a drink.”

  I could see the sad look on his face and felt so bad for screwing with him.

  “Jay,” I said, as I put my hands on his cheeks and looked into his eyes. “Talk to me.”

  “I can't stand the thought of you in the same place with him. He likes you, Tabby. The man has it bad. You're going to be spending your time with him, sleeping a wall away from him, and walking around in those damn shorts in front of him. I want you with me. I don't know what I'll do if you.”

  I couldn't take it. The man admitted that his one regret, the one he talked about in an interview, was walking away from me. I just needed to decide if I believed him. I didn't want him to walk away at that moment thinking I wanted anyone else.

  “Look, Jay,” I said. “This is all so much to deal with. I thought you walked away without a goodbye because you didn't want me. Then I saw pictures of you with women during the years I missed with you. It broke my heart all over again. How do you think I feel? You're going to the club. I can see you at the end of the bar with one of them hanging all over you. Don't you think that's hard for me? Yes, I am going to Tom's place. I'm doing it to think. I have some big decisions to make. I have to decide if I'm willing to accept the help, keep the job, and make a life here, hoping you don't walk away from me again and destroy me in the process, or if I'm going to go back and take a job I got for myself. I've done some shit to try and forget you these past four years. I admit that, but I promise you that I am not going to do anything with Tom. He's really helped me since I've moved here. We are friends, but that is all. Don't think I'm doing this for any other reason but to think about everything on my terms. It's not easy for me. I had my dream job, and I walked away from it. Mr. Daniels asked me to stay. He said it's because of me and not you. He said everyone needs help sometimes. I need to think about everything you said today. Please understand where I'm coming from. You're not the same man you were then. Look at you. Look at your life. I'm not sure where I fit into it.”

  “I built this life for us. Of course, I really like what I do. I'm able to do so many things for other people. I'm willing to go wherever you want to be. I'll do it on your terms. If you want to go back home and take one of those jobs, I'll understand. You need to know one thing, I'll be right there with you. I'm fighting for us, Tabby. I won't walk away again, and I won't let you walk away from me either. It's always been you. It's been you since that time I kissed you. I'll pick you up in the morning. Dress comfortable, not that I think you won't. We aren't doing anything fancy. I just want to have a nice, relaxing first date day with you.”

  “A date,” I said.

  “Yes,” he said. “We've never been on a date. I want to see some sights with you.”

  “I don't know,” I said. “What if someone takes pictures of us?”

  “That's fine with me,” he said. “From now on, you'll be the only one in pictures with me.”

  I got in my car and drove to the storage unit. The entire time I thought about Jay's words and everything that had happened since the moment he showed up at my door. Tom was already putting things inside when I got there. I hurried to help him put all but a few bags inside. He had a fully furnished spare room already waiting for me.

  “I thought you were taking more than this to my place,” he said.

  “I was,” I said. “I'm not sure I'm going to need your room for long. I'll grab us some food on my way to your place. I have some things I need to tell you.”

  Tom nodded and got into his truck. I grabbed the door before he could close it.

  “Thank you for everything you have done for me since I moved here,” I said. “You have no idea how much it all means to me.”

  I picked up food and prepared my mind for the discussion ahead. When I got to his place, we sat down at the kitchen table to eat and talk. Two hours later I had told him almost everything. I did leave out a few things. He knew about my feelings for Jared, him leaving, me being shocked as can be when I saw him the first time for work, and most things since. I let him know that Jared had no idea I would be working on the project for his company. Tom didn't pass judgment about the situation but was surprised that I was interested in Jared. I completely understood. He didn't know the same guy I did. Tom did admit that he had feelings for me. He wasn't a jerk when I told him I didn't share them. We were friends, and that wasn't going to change. Once we were done talking, I went to my room.

  All I could think about was Jay. I thought about how badly I wanted his arms around me. He was so warm a
nd comforting. I thought about the job, apartment, and loans. He did it all because he cared. I remembered him saying he built his life in California because he knew that was where I was going to end up. Everything he did was to help me. He hadn't paid my loans off until I was already there. When I thought more about the situation, I thought about what would have happened without his help. I would have gotten a job on my own. The companies that were offering them to me back home didn't know I was working in California. I didn't put the job on my resume. They were making me offers on college alone. I could have afforded a place by one of those jobs. It would have taken a few years, but I would have paid my loans off. I wouldn't have done what I had as quickly, but I would have made it on my own. The question I had to ask myself was, did I want to do it that far away from the only man that would ever own my heart? Was proving myself, when I already knew I could make it on my own, worth being without Jay? My mother had been the one to keep us apart. Was I going to let her win, or was I ready to grow up and go after what I really wanted?

  I got up and grabbed some clothes out of one of the bags I had brought with me. Jeans were better than pajamas I figured. It didn't matter anyway. If he wanted me, he had to take me as I was. I wasn't even sure he'd still be there. I dressed quickly and pulled my hair up and off my shoulders. Then I slipped my shoes on, grabbed my purse, phone, and keys, and took off out the door. As I opened my car door, I cursed myself for being too stubborn to keep the apartment. I would have been right there if I had. The drive wasn't too bad, but parking sucked. As I walked up to the door of the club, there were butterflies in my stomach. I was so sure that I was going to walk through that door to find Jay with a woman hanging all over him. I took the deepest breath I could, and I walked in.

  I didn't see him at first, so I walked to the bar. TJ walked up with a smile and slid a drink across the bar to me. I smiled and thanked him. When my eyes reached the end of the bar, I saw him. He had his head down in his arms. I knew it was him from the clothes and hair, that damn hair. When I motioned TJ over, he looked to Jay and then back to me.

  “Is he okay?” I asked.

  “I'm not sure. This is the first time I have ever seen him less than perfect,” he said.