My Stepbrother's Arrangement (A Stepbrother Romance)

by Jaye, Juliette

  Two minutes later we pulled into the emergency wing of Mercy Hospital.

  I asked a nurse for directions and quickly found myself being led down the hall. Kaleb was in a private room, lying in bed, just staring up at the ceiling. Even in the hospital bed, he looked strong. I wanted to jump on top of him and kiss him, right then and there. But I wasn't sure I should. After all, he'd still said... those things that he said. It was silent, except for the regular beep of his heart rate on a monitor off to the side.

  "Oh my God, Kaleb, are you ok?" I asked, rushing over to him.

  He turned to me and smiled.

  "Hey, Kitten. I'm fine."

  "You're not fine, you're in the hospital."

  "Then why ask if you already knew the answer. Besides, this is just a precaution, they tell me."

  "A precaution for what?"

  "In case there's any bleeding in my brain. They're going to send me in for a cat scan later to make sure. But don't worry, the nurse told me it's just to be really sure. How's Pollock?"

  "Don't know, don't care. I hope he's dead. Thanks for coming in. I don't know what would have happened if you didn't have perfect timing. What were you doing there, anyway?"

  Kaleb shrugged.

  "I don't even know. I was just pissed off. I think I just wanted him to admit to what he'd done."

  "Well, great minds think alike, I guess."

  I took my phone out of my bag and played the recording.

  "Kitten, you are a fucking genius," Kaleb told me when the recording played, and a blush crawled up my cheeks. He still had that effect on me, despite everything.

  "Listen. I said some... things, yesterday. Things I shouldn't have said." Kaleb paused. My mind was blank. I had no idea what he was about to say next. Was he apologising to me? That was what it sounded like.

  "I'm sorry." There it was. It was an apology. "I know you might not forgive me. And that's fine. I wouldn't blame you at all. But if you want to... pretend it never happened... well, I'd be really happy with that."

  Kaleb Leeman had just apologized to me? I'd never heard him apologize to anyone before, for any reason. This was totally uncharted territory.

  "You have to answer one thing for me first," I replied.

  "Sure."

  "When you told me you loved me, as they were taking you away... did you mean it?"

  I didn't have time to overthink what Kaleb might answer. His response was immediate.

  "Of course I meant it."

  Happiness washed over me. Seriously. Kaleb Leeman loved me.

  "I love you too," I whispered before leaning over and kissing him softly. It was the best kiss I'd ever had in my life.

  "I didn't want to tell you, because of, well, our arrangement and all. I didn't want to ruin things," he told me.

  "Same with me. Plus, I mean, you're my stepbrother. We're not really supposed to..."

  "Fuck 'supposed to'," Kaleb finished for me. There are a lot of things in life we're not supposed to do, but that are way more fun if we do."

  "Agreed," I replied with a smile.

  "Really? Little miss perfect is willing to break a rule?" Kaleb teased.

  "Maybe, just maybe you've been rubbing off on me a little bit," I replied.

  "Well then, I can think of another rule I'd like to break right now," Kaleb told me, and while I had a pretty good idea of what he meant, I played coy.

  "And what rule would that be?"

  "Go and close the door," he ordered, and I did as he asked.

  Already I could feel my body reacting to the thought of him against me, butterflies started in my stomach and a familiar tug in my nether regions warned me that my panties were about to be soaking wet.

  "Seriously? Here? Now?" I asked, nervous about this. After all, this wasn't some empty coffee shop. This was a hospital! People would be walking past constantly. A nurse could come in at any second and decide Kaleb needed his blood taken, or an IV put in, or something.

  "Here. Now," Kaleb told me.

  "But what if someone comes in?"

  "Then we'll have to be quick. And the sooner we get started, the sooner we'll be finished."

  Taking the hint I went over to the door, looked down the hallway to make sure no one was coming immediately, and closed it.

  "Good. Now come over here and take care of me," Kaleb ordered. I went over to the bed and moved the covers off him. He was in one of those hospital gowns, and he definitely had a tent pitched.

  I moved the gown up, exposing his hard cock, sticking straight up, erect and already rearing to go.

  Before I got a chance, Kaleb moved his hands to my legs. Finding the hem of my skirt, he pulled it up over my hips, then found the edge of my panties and slid them down to the ground.

  My entire lower body was exposed to him, and I climbed up onto the bed and straddled him.

  "God, I'm never going to stop fucking you," he growled into my ear as I slowly lowered myself onto Kaleb's cock. I was so glad we were doing this again.

  My body opened as I relaxed to let him enter me. It felt so right, being filled by him, being filled so totally, so completely.

  Leaning over the front of him, I put my hands on Kaleb's shoulders and began to bounce up and down on top of him.

  His hands found my hips and he helped me move over him, before one hand made its way down towards my nether regions and found my clit.

  He rubbed it as I continued to thrust against him, and immediately my body reacted.

  My abs clenched as pleasure began coursing through me so much more powerfully.

  I quickened my pace, wanting more. I was greedy. I wanted to come, and I wanted to come quickly. I noticed Kaleb's glance, his eyes looking directly at my sex as we fucked, right there in his hospital bed.

  The beeps from his heart rate monitor began to speed up, slightly. I noticed Kaleb's hips bucking along in time with my strokes, pounding himself harder and deeper inside of me.

  "You're such a good fuck," he groaned as he continued to rub my clit, and I came closer and closer to the ecstasy of orgasm.

  "Oh my God, you too," I whispered breathlessly back as I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

  Finally, it all became too much. My body exploded with pleasure as I muffled my cries, not wanting to alert any passers-by in the hallway of what was happening inside the room.

  Kaleb came inside of me at the same time, as my walls pulsated over his cock, milking him dry.

  For a second I lay on top of him, feeling him still inside of me while the sound of our heavy breathing covered the beep of the heart monitor.

  Then, I heard footsteps outside the door. I jumped off Kaleb, who grabbed the blanket to cover himself up, then took my panties off the edge of the bed and ran into the bathroom just as a nurse came in.

  “I’ve brought your lunch, Kaleb,” she told him. “Chicken schnitzel and roast veggies. If you’re lucky you’ll be released in a few hours.”

  I cleaned myself up and came back out just as the nurse began to leave. Kaleb was already eating his lunch.

  “How is it?” I asked, motioning at the tray.

  “Not bad for hospital food. Want some?”

  I shook my head. I wasn’t hungry.

  I wanted to know what Kaleb’s plans were.

  Kaleb

  Olivia’s face was still flushed from the sex we’d just had, and as she sat next to my bed while I ate I couldn’t help but feel my cock getting ready to go again.

  I popped a piece of broccoli into my mouth. She looked serious, like she wanted to have one of those tough conversations.

  “So what happens now?” she asked. “I mean, with us?”

  I shrugged.

  “Well, it’s up to you. I’m happy if you want to publically date me. Sure, we’ll face some scrutiny. It won’t be easy; I’m not going to sit here and pretend it will be.

  “That’s… not the problem,” I added. “I’m going to Stanford. In like, two weeks. This was supposed to be a summer
thing. I mean, I want it to be more. But how are we going to make this work if we’re on different sides of the country?”

  I thought about it for a minute, but it was a pretty easy decision to make. In fact, I had already made my decision about my future the night before, I just hadn’t told Olivia yet. But her little stunt this morning had just made it easier.

  “Do you trust me?”

  Those big doe eyes stared at me for a minute, then nodded.

  “Good. I need you to give me the recording you took of Andrew Pollock.”

  Olivia reached into her purse and handed me her phone.

  “Thanks, Kitten.”

  “What are you going to do with it?”

  “I promise, I’ll tell you everything over dinner tonight. Our first real date. How about that?”

  Olivia smiled. God, I loved when those gorgeous lips were wrapped over my cock.

  “I dunno, you don’t have a great track record with me and food.”

  “Those weren’t dates though. I promise, nothing bad will happen.”

  “Fine.”

  “Good. Meet me at Lacey’s Sapphire Grill at seven. It’s right by Central Park.”

  Olivia nodded. “I know it. I’ll meet you there.”

  “Good. Now I need some time to organize some stuff.”

  Olivia leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. Yup, I was rock hard again. Still, this wasn’t the time for that. I had to deal with some other shit.

  “I’ll see you soon,” Olivia told me as she left, and I looked at her phone.

  Before doing anything else, I listened to the recording in full once more, then uploaded it to her Dropbox account. That way no matter what happened, the recording was online. It could be accessed anytime, from any computer.

  Then I texted my father.

  He showed up twenty minutes later. Behind his cold veneer I could tell he was incredibly angry.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” he told me.

  “I’m fine, thanks for asking, dad. Sit down,” I ordered. My father refused, probably out of spite, and stood standing at the foot of the bed.

  “You kids are out of control. It’s ridiculous. First you accuse him of theft, and then you put him in the hospital?”

  “You’ll notice he’s under arrest and I’m not,” I replied. “I was rescuing your stepdaughter from him.”

  “Don’t think I don’t know that you’re perfectly capable of lying to the police.”

  “Fine. Well, this doesn’t lie.”

  With that I pressed play, and Olivia’s conversation with Andrew Pollock filled the room.

  I watched my father’s face the whole time. I noticed it get slightly paler, though his expression didn’t change a single time.

  When the recording ended, we sat in silence for a few minutes.

  “I’ll want to get that recording authenticated,” my father finally spoke.

  “Fine. Though I can’t believe you think we’d go to that much effort to make a fake recording.”

  “No. No, I don’t believe you would,” my father replied. “I think… I think I owe you an apology. And I have to fire a good friend and consult my lawyers.”

  “Well, I’m going to be honest with you here, dad. I don’t think I can work for your company. You obviously don’t trust me with it. I gave you proof that a man was embezzling millions, and because you refused to believe me, your stepdaughter was almost attacked.”

  My father began to nod, slowly, and I continued.

  “I think I can make it in this world. I would like to try. I want to start an agency, I want to be an agent for professional athletes. Not only is it something that interests me, but I think I would be better at it than I would be at running Leeman Investments. But I need your blessing, obviously. I don’t have the money to start up on my own.”

  This time, my father moved over to the chair and sat down.

  For a good five minutes, he didn’t say anything. Neither did I. I knew my father, I knew he used this trick to try and get the other person to say something, since people generally hated the sound of silence. Well, it wasn’t going to work on me. I’d said what I wanted to say.

  Now it was time to see if I was going to get what I wanted.

  “Do you have a business plan?” my father asked.

  “I can have one for you by the end of the week. I’ve been building contacts in the industry for years. I know I can do this.”

  “Where would you base yourself?”

  “West coast. More teams, more money. In all the leagues. Plus the NHL is probably going to be expanding into either Las Vegas or Seattle, so there will be some new teams there, new players needing new agents.”

  My father nodded.

  “Get the business plan to me by Friday, and I’ll front you the money you need.”

  With that, he got up and left without another word.

  Fucking rights.

  Thanks to Olivia I had just solved all my problems.

  Olivia

  I got to the restaurant about ten minutes early. It was funny, thinking about the fact that for the first time, we were on an actual date. Like, a real, live date.

  This was crazy! I wasn’t supposed to date Kaleb.

  I mean, I supposed it was kind of strange for me to be so opposed to dating him. Sure, he was my stepbrother, but we were so far past the realms of what’s appropriate that surely dating was just a step down from what we’d done before, right?

  Still, it felt weird.

  I wondered what he was going to tell me. Maybe I was getting ahead of myself. Maybe he was going to come in and tell me that we couldn’t be together until after I graduated, or that he wanted to do the long distance thing.

  Somehow I didn’t feel that long distance was something Kaleb Leeman would be into.

  But then again, until today, I didn’t think ‘dating’ was something he’d be into either.

  Before I had the time to go too crazy in over-thinking everything, Kaleb sat down in the booth across from me.

  “How are you feeling?” I asked, and he grinned.

  “Good. I’ve just got a concussion, apparently I’m supposed to stay in quiet, windowless rooms for a while.”

  “That sounds like you.”

  “I know, right? Sorry I’m late for our first real date.”

  “You’re not late… I’m, just early,” I replied, getting a little bit flustered. Kaleb was being… thoughtful?

  He motioned for the waitress to come over and we both ordered; Kaleb apparently didn’t even need to look at the menu to know what he wanted.

  “Listen,” I started when the waitress left. “I want to know what we’re doing here. I know you’re Mr. happy-go-lucky and everything, but I’m leaving for Stanford in two weeks. What are we going to do about us?”

  Kaleb smiled and leaned back in the booth.

  “You know, Kitten, I thought one thing I’d taught you was how to relax just a little bit more. I told you, I’d take care of things. And I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. I’m going to move out west with you.”

  Well, that certainly wasn’t what I was expecting.

  “What?” was the incredibly classy response that came out of my mouth.

  “I told you. I’m going to move out west with you. I spoke with my father. We agreed that me working at the company and running it isn’t the best move, and he’s going to fund my sports talent agency that I’ve always wanted to run.”

  I couldn’t believe this was happening.

  “How?” I finally managed.

  “With a little bit of help from your recording. After all, my father owed me, after it turned out we were telling the truth. So I decided I’m going to base myself out of the west coast, probably San Francisco, and so we can still see each other while you’re at college.”

  I was so happy about this, I couldn’t say anything. Instead my mouth opened and closed, no sounds coming out of it, like some kind of fish. I knew I must have looked like a total idiot,
but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening!

  “You’re not making this up, are you?” I finally asked, and Kaleb laughed. I could tell he was enjoying my surprise.