Infatuation: A Rebel Stepbrother Romance

by Phoenyx Slaughter

  My chest is tight with the thought that she got spooked and ran.

  But no, I find her in the bathroom. She squeals when I walk in without knocking. “Get out of here,” she yelps.

  My laughter makes her fling a wet washcloth at me and I duck out the door, laughing harder at the dull thump against the other side of the door.

  A few seconds later, she flings the door open. “I see you still haven’t learned any manners,” she huffs as she slides past me.

  When I return to the bedroom, she’s dressed. Not what I was hoping for at all.

  “Um?” I gesture to her outfit and she raises an eyebrow.

  “Brunch? With the bride and groom? We need to be downstairs in ten minutes.”

  “Fuck me.” I’d completely forgotten.

  Her lips curve into a sly smile. “Already did.”

  Playful Ella—love it. I dive at her, tackling her so we both land on the bed. She squirms away, giggling the entire time. “Ugh. Do you remember how you used to hold me down and tickle the crap out of me? I used to hate you.”

  Here feels like a good time for a confession. “I did that because I wanted to fuck you, I just didn’t understand it at the time.”

  Her jaw drops and she stares at me for a second. “Now that you mention it, my panties were always soaked and I never knew why.”

  The soft expression on her face and her honesty makes me lean in and take a kiss. When I pull back, she runs her hand over my cheek. “This is weird, isn’t it? Having these shared memories of growing up together? It’s what makes this wrong.”

  I think she’s asking rather than telling me. “I don’t know. We weren’t raised together. I mean, we met at thirteen when we—”

  “Were raging with hormones, so we imprinted on each other?” she offers.

  Harsh laughter comes from the back of my throat. “I guess. That was infatuation. I thought you were the most perfect girl in the world.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes.” I pick up a section of her long, blonde hair and run it over my hand. “I think this got my attention first, but who you are kept my attention.”

  “Who am I? A college grad who can’t find a job? A part-time makeup artist.”

  “You’re the girl who stole my heart at thirteen and never gave it back.”

  “Flynn—”

  “I’m serious.” My knuckles run over her cheek. “I’m proud as hell of you, Ella.”

  She seems to mull that over.

  And of course, someone knocks on our door.

  “This is getting fucking ridiculous,” I grumble as I get up and answer it. “Stu, what a surprise.”

  My buddy grins, ignoring my sarcasm, and steps inside without being invited. “You guys coming to brunch?”

  “Yeah, we’ll be down in a few.”

  Ella’s settles her hand on my arm. “Actually, I’m going to head down now.” She turns to Stu. “Is Summer down there or in her room?”

  “Room.”

  “See you guys down there.” It sucks watching her leave.

  “Why’re you here?” I ask Stu.

  He shrugs. “Just checking in on two of my favorite people.” He eyes my semi-undressed state. “Get dressed. I’m starving. Summer put me through my paces last night.”

  A flat-out snort laugh bursts out of me. Stu almost never discusses his sex life. I’ve learned more than I ever needed to know this weekend.

  “Are you planning to stay and watch?”

  “Nah, I’m going to go bother Brady.”

  “Tell him I said hi.”

  Before I go in for breakfast, I stop by the front desk and extend our stay for two more nights. I’m not ready for my time with Ella to end. Hopefully she won’t flip her shit when I explain we’re not leaving today.

  Everyone’s assembled downstairs in the formal dining room. As if she feels my presence, Ella glances up and smiles when she sees me. After filling a plate, I drop down in the chair next to her. “You eat anything?”

  She points at the empty muffin wrapper in front of her.

  “You need more than that to keep your energy up,” I whisper in her ear.

  Her cheeks turn pink.

  “How do you feel about staying two more nights?”

  “Don’t you have to work?”

  “I’m the boss. I can take some vacation days.”

  “Won’t your dad be pissed?”

  I shake my head. Now’s not the time to get into the little bit of corporate restructuring I’ve done. Ella’s stayed away from the family for so long, she has no clue that I cut off a portion of my father’s company and now run it myself, along with a couple other ventures.

  “Okay. I have Mondays off anyway.” She nibbles on her bottom lip. “I can call in on Tuesday.”

  “Good.”

  “Lena left,” she says out of nowhere.

  A quick glance around the table shows Lena is indeed not here.

  “What do you want me to say, Ella?”

  “I don’t know.”

  Brunch goes by quickly. In no time, we’re shoving the newlyweds out the door so they can make their flight to Thailand.

  I catch Ella’s hand and tug her to the stairs. “Think we’ll get a discount if we book another wedding?” The question tumbles out of my mouth without a thought. Only after I realize Ella’s stopped walking does what I said sink in.

  “Ella—”

  “Not here.”

  She marches up to our room, and when we’re inside with the door shut, she bursts into tears. What the hell?

  “What’s wrong?”

  “This is never going to work.”

  “Of course it will. I thought we talked about this?”

  “You think one night of hot sex is enough to overcome everything else?”

  “At least you agree it was hot sex.”

  “Don’t tease me.”

  I step closer and brush her hair off her face. “I’m not. I swear.”

  I need to show her there’s more to our relationship than just sex. “Come on, let’s go out for the day.”

  We drive to the next town over. There’s a boardwalk full of all sorts of cheap, family-fun-oriented, cheesy activities to indulge in. My first stop is to buy her a ball of cotton candy.

  “Remember how you asked your mother to get a cotton candy machine for your birthday parties every year?”

  “I remember,” she mumbles while staring at the water. I need to stop mentioning our past. Our shared history. Our family seems to freak her out. I’m not stupid. I get why it’s weird. But the fact is, we’re not blood related, so anyone who’s bothered by us as a couple can fuck right off.

  Including my father.

  I steal a glance at Ella and the pain of when our parents ripped her out of my life washes over me. My arms slip around her shoulders, holding her tight. We’re adults now. No one and nothing will take her away from me again.

  “Come on, let’s go see some shops,” I suggest while holding my hand out to her. She licks the last remnants of cotton candy from her fingers before taking my hand.

  “That was hot.”

  She half-smiles at me.

  The stores are full of cheap tourist junk. After darting into a few, Ella gives up. But we can’t resist the sign leading us to a new splash park that just opened.

  Ella tips her head up. “I don’t have a suit.”

  I keep my filthy thoughts to myself. Since the water park seems to be the first thing that’s cheered her up all afternoon, we’re finding suits.

  Of course, there’s a strategically placed swimsuit shop across from the entrance to the splash park.

  Ella raises an eyebrow. “How convenient,” she says, echoing my thoughts.

  This is why we’re good together.

  Waiting outside the flimsy dressing room while she tries on an armful of suits almost kills me. Parting the curtains, I take a quick peek, but she catches me almost immediately.

  “What are you doing?” she whisper-giggles.<
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  “Spying.”

  “Get in here!” She grabs my arm and yanks me inside.

  She places her hands on her hips and strikes a pose for me to admire the suit. She’s being silly, but the pose really is sexy as hell.

  “What do you think?”

  “Hot. It shows off your ass . . . ets nicely.”

  Her mouth pulls down. “Is that a crack about how fat my ass is?”

  “No. Fuck no.” I place my hands on either side of her face. “Baby, every time I see that juicy peach of as ass, all I can think about is bending you over and fucking it.”

  Her skin flushes pink. “Oh,” she answers.

  “Yeah. Oh.” I stop and consider my options. “Actually, now that I said it, bend over.”

  “You can’t be serious.”

  I lean in, taking in her shocked expression. “As a heart attack, lil’ sis.”

  She grinds her teeth at the endearment, but doesn’t say a word. She’s about to put her hands against the back wall and do as I asked.

  “No. Put your hands on the mirror. I want to see your face while I fuck you from behind.”

  She gasps, but does exactly what I ask, leaving smudgy little fingerprints all over the glass.

  I strip her out of the sexy two-piece and set it aside. “You’re getting that.” She doesn’t have a chance to respond, because my hands stroke over her ass, down her thighs, and between her legs. “Wet, baby.”

  She drops her head lower, and I let her have a few seconds to herself while I work my rock-hard dick out of my pants and into a condom. My hand slides up her back and grips her ponytail, gently tugging her head up. “Watch.”

  Her eyes close and I give her a sharper yank. “I said watch.” I bend to get the right angle and thrust inside, nice and slow. Filling her until she’s standing on tiptoes

  “Oh,” she gasps.

  “Shh. Don’t bring the clerk back here.” She struggles, but my hand curls over her hip, holding her in place while I fuck her deep and slow.

  “Rub your clit for me.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Do it. I want to see you come.”

  I drop her hair and grab her other hip. The consuming need to pound into her overtakes me. We’re probably making a lot more noise than either of us even realizes, and I don’t care.

  In the mirror, I watch her teeth sink into her bottom lip. A soft, strangled moan escapes her. Enough for me to hear, but I doubt it travels far outside this room.

  My hips snap into her harder and I bend over her, burying my face against her shoulder while I shoot jets of cum into the condom.

  I help her into her clothes and wrap the used rubber in a tissue, dropping it in a can outside the dressing room. Ella’s cheeks are flushed, from both orgasm and embarrassment.

  She strides up to the counter as if I didn’t just pound the fuck out of her in the back room. The cashier winks at her, and I come dangerously close to grabbing him by the collar and beating the shit out of him. Ella seems to sense it and places her hand on my arm.

  “I can’t believe you talked me into that,” she shouts when we’re outside.

  “I can. Can’t keep my fuckin’ hands off you.” I lean in nice and close. “Or my dick out of you.”

  Her eyes widen, and she presses a soft kiss to my lips.

  We pay our five dollars to get into the park and fork over more money to rent lockers. Once we’re in our new swimwear, we walk hand in hand through the water park. It’s really geared toward children, but we run through a giant watering can and get splashed by big buckets of water, and it’s actually fun.

  When we’ve exhausted the park, we run down to the ocean and splash around until sunset.

  Ella yawns, then her stomach growls. “Better feed you, lil’ sis.”

  “Ugh. You ever want to get lucky again, you’ll stop calling me that.” She says it with a teasing smile this time.

  Hand in hand, we trudge through the sand and climb the boardwalk steps. We find a lounge near the boardwalk, and our mouths water as we study the menu. We order langosta enchiladas that are loaded with garlic butter and lobster. I end up licking butter from the corner of her mouth, making her laugh.

  “Get your second wind?” she asks.

  “Yes.”

  Chapter Ten

  It’s dark when we tiptoe into the bed and breakfast. Flynn’s hand are up my dress, and he almost has me naked before we stumble into our room.

  We slam the door a little harder than necessary, and he pins me up against it, taking my mouth in a rough kiss.

  “Thank you for a perfect day, Flynn,” I whisper between kisses.

  “You’re welcome, baby. I want to make you happy every day.”

  I can’t answer him. He has to know this will never work, doesn’t he?

  Our outing leaves me both nostalgic and with a sense of impending doom. I can’t deny how much I love being with Flynn. But I also need him to understand why we can’t be a couple after this weekend.

  When I get a look at my disheveled appearance in the bathroom mirror, I shriek in horror. “I can’t believe you let me run around looking like this!”

  Of course he shrugs. He doesn’t understand what the big deal is. Men. Naturally, he looks perfect. Beach tousled and sun-kissed. I strip off my T-shirt and stare at my sunburned chest, nose and cheeks in the mirror.

  He walks up behind me, settling his hands on my shoulders, meeting my eyes in the bathroom mirror. “You’re fucking beautiful to me, Ella. Always.”

  My throat constricts, but I mumble out a “thank you.”

  His hands slide down my shoulders, pulling the straps of my suit with it. Sand and salt cling to my skin underneath the material. He crouches down, pulling the suit and my shorts with him. “Turn,” he says in a hoarse voice that gives me goosebumps. My ass presses into the counter, and he nudges me back until I’m perched on the edge.

  “Spread your legs.”

  “Flynn, no.”

  “Ella. No’s not an option here. I’m dying to taste your pussy.” He stops and raises his eyes to meet mine. His determined sapphire eyes scare me. They make me forget all the reasons I want to say no.

  My legs open.

  He growls his approval, and his big hands push my thighs farther apart. His lips kiss a burning path on my inner thighs. My fingers curl over the edge of the counter, trying to anchor myself against the storm brewing between us.

  Rough stubble brushes against my thighs as he heads right for my center. When his tongue brushes my pussy, I almost explode. He spreads my lips and feasts on me.

  “Oh my God,” I gasp as he keeps at me with firm swipes. Every flaming lick undoes me. His tongue pushes deeper inside. Fucking me. Owning me with his mouth.

  Harsh stubble abrades my skin as he lifts his head and focuses on my clit. My hand threads through his hair, gripping it as I hiss through the pleasure. My hips arch up, shoving my pussy against his face, and he growls. His grip on my legs tightens as he sucks and licks me to oblivion.

  He keeps licking me as I come, shaking and screaming. When I’m left panting, he stands and strips off his shirt, unveiling the bad boy lurking beneath his business casual attitude. I stare at his chest, his arms, his shoulders, his abs, the trail of dark hair disappearing beneath his jeans. One of my trembling hands reaches out, running the tips of my fingers over the hard slabs of muscle.

  “Go ahead and touch me. Feel how strong I am. How hard I can and will fuck you.”

  My fingers hook into his jeans and tug him to me so I can work his belt open. Sliding off the counter, I sink to my knees in front of him. He stares down at me, watching intently.

  “Ask me nicely, Ella.”

  Oh, fuck. That tone. Those words. My pussy throbs.

  “Can I?”

  “Can you what?”

  Bastard.

  I shove his jeans and boxers down his legs, freeing his cock. My hand wraps around him, softly stroking. I flick my gaze up. “May I suck your dick, Flynn?”


  “Fuuuck.”

  I grip him a little tighter, pumping up and down. His head falls back and he lets out a deep groan. His hands settle on my head. Not pushing or pulling, just making contact. I flick my tongue on the underside of his cock, tasting soft skin and salt. I tease and taste him like that for a few seconds before opening wider and taking him in.

  A sharp, hissing sound slides out of his mouth. “Good girl.” His words are hoarse and clipped.

  My tongue remembers all the spots that make him moan in pleasure. Wiggling against the crown, tasting his pre-cum. I suck him down deep until he bumps the back of my throat. I gag, then slide back up and take him deep again without stopping. The slopping, slurping and gagging noises surround us, adding to my excitement.

  “Ah, fuck, Ella. Baby, stop.” He tugs my hair, pulling me off him. I stare up at him and run my tongue over my lips.

  “I want to come when I’m balls deep in your pussy.”

  “Then do it.”

  I can’t think with his hands tugging at my breasts, teasing my nipples, his erection rubbing against my stomach.

  “Come here.” He carries me to the bed, dropping me onto the mattress. “Get on all fours.”

  “What?”

  His fingers rub and tease my nipples to hard points. “Get on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed, so I can look at your ass.”

  “Flynn, I can’t.”

  “Don’t test me, Ella.”

  I’m embarrassed. But more than anything, I’m crazy turned on.

  As soon as I’m positioned the way he wants, he lays a sharp, stinging slap on my ass. I hiss but try not to move. “Has anyone fucked this ass, Ella?”

  “No.” When I realize why he’s asking, I add, “And neither are you.”

  His dark chuckle leaves me quivering with need. “We’ll see. Not tonight, but soon.”

  I lay my head down on my hands and wait for his next move.

  Behind me, I hear the rip of a condom wrapper and the rustle of his shedding clothing. His hands squeeze my hips, and he slides his palms down my legs. “You think this tight little pussy can take me again?”

  Oh, fuck, I love when he talks to me like that.

  “Yes.”

  One hand leaves my hip, and his cock nudges against my entrance. He groans. “Sweet stuff, you’re going to burn me alive.”