He's So Fine (A BBW Stepbrother Romance)

by Mason, Marie

  Finally, I was back on the edge of the bed and Abby was sitting up against the headboard, the sheet covering her drawn up knees. She wrapped her arms around them and called out, telling my dad he could come in.

  I almost laughed at his startled expression—if I hadn’t still felt that lingering burst of embarrassment. I realized it wasn’t embarrassment from getting caught in Abby’s room. It was knowing someone might discover just how much the girl sitting behind me had come to mean to me in such a short period of time. I might do sex fifty ways to Sunday, but I didn’t do love or commitment or any of that other shit.

  I had a feeling that if my dad knew what had transpired between us, he would expect nothing less from me but that commitment and other shit.

  “Well.” He cleared his throat as if he didn’t know what to say now.

  I took pity on him. “Good morning.” I still couldn’t bring myself to call him dad, even though he’d told me on several occasions he wouldn’t mind. I still minded. Hooking up with some woman and emptying yourself inside her didn’t make a man a dad. It made him a damn sperm donor in my book. I thought back to last night and the feel of Abby around my bare cock. The first and only time I’d taken a woman without protection.

  “Good morning, Abby. Cage. Your mother wanted me to tell you she was going shopping if you wanted to go along. I’m playing a round of golf at the club.”

  He looked at me as though he realized this could be a perfect father-son moment.

  “Would you like to join me?”

  It got to me that he was eager to spend time with me. Not enough, though, to change my plans. Getting Abby alone. For a moment, I considered staying here with her since both Horace and Julie were leaving. It would certainly be more convenient to have a bed nearby. I remembered why I was taking her away from the temptation of a soft bed or any other convenient flat surface. Oh, I planned on loving her, but I was also considerate enough to give that sweet tunnel of love a rest. For a day. I know I couldn’t hold out much longer than that now that I’d had a taste of her.

  “No, thanks.” I gave him a genuine smile. “I was wondering if I could borrow your boat.”

  “Sure. Sure.”

  He didn’t even hesitate and that made me feel good inside. He’d already given me the use of his cars and tried to give me cash every time I left the house. I refused the credit card he’d tried to give me. At least he trusted me to some degree.

  “I’ll call down and have the crew get it ready.”

  I shook my head. “No, the sloop.” Beside the boat we’d used yesterday, he had a smaller boat. That was the one I wanted. I could man it by myself and there’d be no one else around.

  “I’ll call the marina and set it up.”

  “Thanks.” I was surprised that the word dad almost slipped out.

  “That takes care of you. What about you, Abby? Want to go shopping with your mother?”

  I placed my hand on Abby’s foot. “Abby’s going with me.” I don’t why I said it in such a forceful way. I knew I’d overdone it when one of Horace’s brows rose. He might seem like a laid back man, but some of my aggressive tendencies had to come from him.

  “Is that what you want to do, Abby?”

  “Yeah. Cage was telling me what he had planned. It sounds like fun.”

  She gave him a sweet smile that I wanted for my own. I could feel the tension in her body simply from touching her foot. I realized she was afraid Horace might ask her questions she didn’t want to answer.

  “Right.” My dad gave a sharp nod of his head and turned to leave. At the door, he turned back around. “Wait. That leaves you two without a car to get to the marina.”

  “I have a car, Horace.”

  Horace snorted. “No, you have a tin can with four wheels. You do not need to be driving that thing.”

  “It got me here without any problems so I’m sure it can make it from here to the marina and back. Besides the tires are new, thanks to you.”

  There was certainly no sign of gratitude in her voice and I was happy not to be on the receiving end of that tone.

  “You are as stubborn as your mother.”

  “Thank you,” Abby beamed at my old man. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  My grin spread across my lips as my dad rolled his eyes. Apparently, he’d had his share of run-ins with the Snow women. I could attest to the fact that they were stubborn as hell.

  He left with a last word of warning to be careful. I was surprised he didn’t warn me about the dangers of boating and drinking. Not that I was much of a drinker. It dulled the senses and slowed down reaction time. I admitted to having a beer now and then, but usually I steered clear. I hated not being in control of myself or my surroundings.

  “Alright, lazybones, time to get this show on the road.” I rose from the bed knowing I needed to get away before I gave into temptation and stayed with her, in that big bed, for the rest of the day. I threw her cover off and yanked her to her feet.

  Holding her in my arms, I gave her a kiss guaranteed to buckle her knees. I lifted my head, taking in the slumberous gaze and I knew I had succeeded. “Wear that bathing suit you wouldn’t show me yesterday and be downstairs in ten minutes.” Another swift smack on the ass and I left her behind. For now.

  ABBY

  I was still reeling from the events of the last ten minutes when the bedroom door clicked shut behind Cage. I had woken up to discover my stepbrother looking at me like a morsel of his favorite food he couldn’t wait to gobble up. Then I had my stepdad knock on my door while said stepbrother was laying on top of me leaving me in no doubt what he wanted.

  Hurrying to the bathroom, I stripped out of my pajamas and into the shower. I washed my hair even though I knew it was a waste of time if we were going swimming. I rinsed off, folding a towel around my body. For once, I eagerly dug through the stash of clothing Horace has bought me. Cage wanted to see me in a bathing suit, right?

  Yesterday’s bathing suit had been a conservative one piece I knew I’d feel somewhat comfortable going around in, considering it wasn’t just me and my mom. But today, I wanted something else. My confidence grew every time I was with Cage. While women might be able to fake their attraction to the opposite sex, men really couldn’t. Their dicks either got hard, stayed hard, or they didn’t.

  Cage’s had stayed hard all night long.

  I was, I realized, excited by the prospect of Cage seeing all of my glorious wonder in a couture confection. Spying the splash of red, I pulled out a bathing suit that still had the tag on it. Other than a few outfits here and there over the last few weeks, I hadn’t taken advantage of the Horace’s generosity. I didn’t know why I was so reluctant to accept Horace’s generous gift. I knew he wouldn’t give me the receipts so I could return everything when we got back home.

  I laid the suit on the bed, eager to see what it would look like. The top had built in cups that would provide me with ample cleavage and the bottom sported a cute ruffled edge that hung well below the juncture of my thighs. The last thing big girls like myself wanted was the fleshy part of our inner thighs on display for everyone to see. It was going to be hard enough revealing the generous curve of my stomach and rounded fullness of my arms for everyone.

  Not everyone I realized. Just Cage.

  I hoped. Doubt surged through me. Had he planned to ask others on our outing? Even though we were taking Horace’s sloop, a boat much smaller than the one yesterday, it could still hold several more people.

  For a moment, I debated pleading too much sun from yesterday. Or too much sex from last night. As I pulled on the bottoms, I realized I really was aching between my legs this morning. And sore. What did I expect? Cage had reached for me time and time again during the night and I had gone eagerly into his arms.

  And then he’d left.

  He hadn’t left until almost morning, so maybe that was progress. We all had our own reasons for our behavior. I might know his body now as intimately as I knew mine, but I’d only man
aged to peel back one or two layers of the man called Cage.

  “Hey, you about ready?” His hand thumped against my door, impatience ringing in his tone. I hoped the impatience was for me. Being with me that is. I located the matching cover-up to the suit and my tote from yesterday. Thankfully, I’d already emptied out the wet towels. I knew the boat would have more so I didn’t bother to grab any. It might not have a crew, but the boat service Horace had hired kept it cleaned and well stocked. I might not like the water, but I did love the feel of the hot rays and the cool breeze kicked up by boat.

  Clutching the handle of the tote like a lifeline, one I was sure I would need, I walked out my bedroom door and into Cage’s arms.

  CAGE

  Horace had made good on his word; the boat was ready and waiting when I pulled up to the marina. I’d stopped at the deli in town and picked up the basket lunch I’d ordered earlier that morning. I had also swallowed my pride and twisted myself behind the wheel of Abby’s car.

  Car. I snorted. Dad had been correct. It was a tin can on four wheels. It was a frigging Volkswagen Beetle that had seen better days. I think the only thing that wasn’t almost rusted through was a patch of what had to be the original yellow paint on the driver’s side door.

  We didn’t say much to each other as I got the boat ready to take off. I made sure she was strapped into her seat before I started the engine. I didn’t have a lot of experience on a boat, but I had some. Like the locals here, I’d done some summertime gigs back home playing deckhand to the tourists. I figured boating in the ocean, close to shore, would be about the same as the rivers and lakes I was used to.

  Not that I would do anything to endanger Abby.

  Stone had clued me in on the best place to take a date. It was a little further up the coastline so I throttled forward, eager to start the day.

  ABBY

  I had to admit being on the water wasn’t that bad. Or being on the much smaller boat. Seeing how water and boating was going to be a bigger part in my life now that my mom was married to Horace, I decided to try and push away the bad memories and concentrate on today. Having a hot, sexy man at the wheel of our own private boat and rocking the red two-piece might have had something to do with my change in attitude.

  There wasn’t much opportunity to talk so I donned a pair of sunglasses and enjoyed the ride. I divided my time between looking at the horizon and looking at Cage. Guess which one captured my attention the most?

  He wore a t-shirt that had to be a couple of sizes too small by the way the sleeves hugged his biceps. A pair of swim trunks encased the lower half of his buffed body. The waist was loose and fell below the hem of his shirt, revealing a strip of golden flesh in the back. The time he’d spent in the sun had turned him into a bronzed god.

  I didn’t have to see it to know the low riding fabric hugged the devil’s vee in the front. That’s what I’d come to call the place on a guy’s body that seemed to point straight to their crotch. The one that made a girl confess the devil made her do it. Made her fall to her knees and worship at the altar of a hard cock. I shivered even in the warmth of the sun because Cage looked so delicious. Okay, so maybe the fine spray the boat kicked up made me shudder.

  Taking another look at him at the wheel, his legs spread wide as the wind plastered his clothes against his well-formed body, I thought, hell no. It was him. All him.

  The boat slowed and I realized we’d traveled well past the place Horace had taken us yesterday. I realized we were headed to one of the smaller islands. He cut the engine and let the boat slow while we were still a good distance away. I hoped he didn’t expect me to swim that far. Yeah, I could swim, but I wasn’t that good and I certainly didn’t want to practice my rusty skills in front of him. I made a mental note to start swimming laps in the pool as soon as we got back.

  He made his way over to me with a grin on his face. Like me, his eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark, smoky lenses. The day was beautiful and the sun was bright, reflecting off the blue of the water and the white sand of the beach.

  “Ready to go, sweetheart?”

  My heart pounded at his casual endearment. I knew he was the type of guy to call a woman baby, sweetheart, or doll. Any generic endearment so that he wouldn’t get the names mixed up. He’d only been in my life a little while, but I knew he was a player. Look how well he’d played me last night?

  Was this afternoon going to be a repeat?

  My pussy clenched and my breasts ached. I certainly hoped so.

  Before I could stand, he was there, helping me to my feet. The deck pitched beneath me. It was a vastly different sensation than being on Horace’s mini-yacht, which didn’t seem to rock at all in the water. It took me a moment to find my sea legs. Cage waited patiently, his strong arms wrapped around my waist. “Okay now?”

  He smiled down at me and I smiled back. “Yeah. But I really don’t want to go into the water.” I knew that was foolish. Being on the beach was fun, but I’d rather access it by foot. It’s not that I didn’t like the water … Okay, I was a big ole scaredy cat when it came to the water. If Cage had suggested we come here by anything smaller than this boat, I would have said hasta la vista, baby, at the dock. No matter how damn cute and sexy he looked.

  He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head before doing the same with mine. He tilted up my chin so he could look directly into my eyes. “You really are scared of the water, aren’t you?”

  I batted my eyelashes at him, glad I’d taken the time to put on an extra, extra coat of waterproof mascara to make them long and thick. “And you really are smart, aren’t you, Cagie-baby?”

  His lips moved at the corners and for a moment, I thought I’d managed to deflect the subject and earn myself one of his toe-curling and panty-wetting grins. No such luck.

  His mouth tightened. “I thought you were just being a bitch yesterday.”

  My heart did a happy dance at the thought that it had bothered him if I had been ignoring him. Not that any woman could actually ever really ignore Cage. He was too much of a man.

  That didn’t mean I wanted him to know all of my weaknesses. Or maybe, just maybe, there was no way I was going to miss one moment with him. I’d literally made my bed last night and I intended to enjoy it until the leaves started falling down, signaling our time together was over.

  And that my heart was broken.

  “Why should I have told you? You like the water and swim like a damn fish. I’ll sit on the deck and watch you.” I’d work on my tan and get to ogle him behind my sunglasses. Win-win for me any day of the week.

  “So you weren’t just ignoring me yesterday when you wouldn’t come into the water?”

  “No, I wasn’t ignoring you.” Well, that was a tiny white fib. I hadn’t ignored him, I’d been scared. Scared that if he got me in the water, I’d flounder and start drowning. Pretty much like I was doing right now trapped beneath his gaze.

  “Okay. We’ll have a slight change of plans.” He gave a brief smile before taking my hand and leading me to the back of the boat. Cage had dropped anchor so that the boat faced the island sideways. We had a perfect view of the white sand, gray rocks and green vegetation.

  He led me to one of the built-in seats and ordered me to stay. I glared at him. “I’m not a dog.”

  He raked his gaze over me. “I don’t know, you’re a pretty little bitch when you get mad.”

  “Cage!” I was offended and turned on all at the same time. Of course, the turned-on part came from the pussy-clenching smile he gave me.

  Bending down, he kissed me, his tongue thrusting inside my mouth, his action took me by surprise and I offered no resistance. I returned the hard caress, rubbing my tongue against his until we were both gasping for breath. He pulled away. As he did, I allowed my gaze to fall down his body, curious to see if he was as eager for me as I was for him.

  Jackpot!

  His swim trunks were tented in front. I could tell his cock was pointed downward since the shorts were spor
ting a hump. I thought that had to be mighty uncomfortable. Feeling bolder than I ever have, I reached out and slid my hand down the waistband. I remember the taste of him in my mouth and the feel of him as he fucked my cunt. Which did I want to experience now?

  Both.

  If I didn’t know better I’d swear the wind whispered the word as it moved past.

  He didn’t move as I pulled him free. He didn’t say a word as I stroked his hard length, up and down. Up and down. In seconds, thick liquid seeped from his tip. I leaned over and licked it away. I worked more fluid free. His hips thrust forward and I took him in my mouth, sucking hard. I licked his slit, pressing down on the tiny hole before I pulled my mouth away. Wanting more of the salty liquid, I pumped my hand faster.

  Suddenly, his fingers were in my hair, tugging me away sharply. “Enough,” he rumbled. I looked up at him, my mouth covered in my own spit. I continued to stroke him, but not as eagerly.

  There was a question in my eyes. I knew I wasn’t as experienced as any of the girls he’d probably been with, but he’d seemed to enjoy my less than expert touch before. He loosened the tight grip he had on my hair.

  “Today is about you, baby.” He gently disentangled himself, pulling up his shorts and turning away. I sat there feeling baffled. What man turned down a blow job? Especially one like Cage. I knew he had women falling all over him. Hell, I’d seen them in action since he’d arrived. Calling him, showing up at the house unexpectedly. Suddenly, I was the most popular girl on the island and it had nothing to do with Horace’s tennis courts anymore.

  What did he mean today was all about me?

  Before I could ask him, he headed down below.

  Now I wasn’t baffled, I was miffed. I pulled my glasses back down, covering my eyes. If I knew what I was doing, I’d haul the anchor up and drive the hell away. For a brief moment, I considered diving overboard and making a swim for the small cove. My fear of the water kept me in my seat. I might be angry at Cage, but I wasn’t about to do anything foolish. I thought I’d already covered my quota for the day.