Then he spun me around, his gorgeous eyes boring into mine.
“I like this place,” he said. “Lots of places to sneak off to, don’t you think?”
I cleared my throat, still trying to catch my breath. “Um. Yeah. It seems nice,” I said, confused. The truth was my mind was filled with the thought of Lex’s hands on my neck. I wanted him to hold me down and take me right then and there. This is going to be my stepbrother. Very soon! Why is this happening?
Frustrated, I pushed past him and ran downstairs. “Mom! What do you think? Are we going to take this place? Where are you?” I called, but heard no answer. The stairs behind me started creaking, so I could tell that Lex was practically right behind me.
“Take it easy, Miche, jeez!” I heard him say. Tricky bastard. My breath came fast and impatient.
“Michelle, honey, come here! I have to show you something!” It was my mother, saving me from this bastard, but more importantly, from this incredible desire I was feeling.
***
Once everything was planned, there was nothing left to do. That night we had the ‘Stag and Doe’ party, and then the wedding the next Saturday. Neither my mother nor Mark exactly needed the money that a traditional Stag and Doe made, so any donations they got were going to charity, which I thought was a nice touch – sadly both Mark’s first wife and my dad had died of cancer, and they were giving money to the cancer research fund. The only annoying thing was that Lex was the one who was manning the donation table.
“Hey,” I said, trying not to stare at him. He was looking sharp, dressed in a really nice blue shirt that made his eyes stand out, and a blazer, which accentuated his v-shaped torso. Even his stubble was carefully crafted to make his cheekbones even more sharp and sexy. Goddamn. He could pull it off, too.
“Hey,” he said. He was uncharacteristically quiet, though.
“Uhhh, you ok?”
“Yeah, fine, fine,” he spoke a little too quickly though. There was something going on underneath the surface. This was a different Lexington than I was used to. “You want to make a donation? Or just here to chat?”
“Nah, I am definitely going to donate. I mean, it’s the least I can do.”
“Yeah. I’m sorry about your dad,” he offered.
“I’m sorry about your mom.”
“Yeah, thanks.” His lips pressed together a little tightly. “Aw well, what are you going to do. It’s over. I suppose it’s nice that my dad found someone at least. “
“Yeah, for sure. But it would be nice if you know, they had just gotten divorced instead of people dying. I would feel a lot better about this night if I knew I could talk to my dad about it later.” I wasn’t sure why I was telling him all this. It just seemed like some kind of window had opened up between us.
“Yeah I get that. Hey, do you want a drink? I can go get you some wine.”
“That’s ok, I can get it. You stay here. But if you want company, I can come back. Either way,” I hedged.
“Sure, yeah. Grab me a beer while you are at the bar, then, would’ja?”
“No problem.” I hurried off, wondering to myself, mind racing. So the guy treats you like a person and all of a sudden you are just ok with everything? Just because he is gorgeous? Well he is one of the few people who has gone through the same pain as I have. That has to count for something. But really, you have your best friend to talk about your pain with. You should just call Candace. But Candace doesn’t get it. Both her parents are alive and kicking. She’s probably with them right now.
I couldn’t help arguing with myself – had he changed? We all grow up don’t we?
Quickly grabbing the drinks I made my way back to the table. There was a hot chick standing there, and he was smiling at her and touching her hand. I guess I was wrong; maybe we don’t all grow up. I strode over to the table and dropped the beer off to him.
“Here’s your cock-tail.” I said bluntly and strutted off. Fucking prick. I didn’t look back to see if he was watching, instead I just put my drink down on a speaker and lost myself in the music on the dance floor, forgetting the marriage, my father’s death, and most of all, that dick Lex.
After a while my mother came up and tapped me on the shoulder, dancing in her mom way, holding my hands and twirling around under them, bringing in my cousins, until we were all laughing together and having fun. They almost helped me to forget that Lex was there, but like your tongue goes to search out your sore tooth, my eyes would unconsciously seek out Lex, wherever he was in the room – mostly at the donation table, to his credit I suppose. He wasn’t talking to that girl anymore, thank heaven, but I tried not to keep tabs on what he was doing. Screw him. I would just do my thing, have my fun and get through this wedding. Then I could go home to college and maybe never come back to this stupid town. Just for holidays, just for Christmas. That would be fine by me. Leave this town and leave Lex.
***
A few hours later, when people were leaving, I was standing at the door waiting for my mother. Of course, she was busy saying bye to everyone, putting that personal touch in it all, when Mark was just standing beside her like some kind of silent gargoyle. This whole thing was making me sick. Or maybe it was all the wine I had drunk. My stomach was actually churning. In fact, I was starting to think I was going to throw up.
Slipping away around the side of the hall, in the glare of the streetlamps, I pulled off my heels and held them in my hand. Propping myself up on my hand, I spit a few times into the sparse shrubbery. Oh God. Why. Tears were threatening to fall. My mother was marrying Lexington, and things were changing, and my dad was dead. And I was drunk on cheap wine, nearly throwing up on the side of a building.
Gentle hands drew my hair up and away from my face.
“Go away mom.”
“It’s not your mom. Sorry.” It was Lex’s voice. He was the one who was holding my hair. I quickly wiped my nose and mouth. I seemed to be leaking from every orifice, or threatening to.
“What are you doing here? Go away!”
“I thought you were coming back to donate to the cancer fund. What happened to you?”
“I thought you wanted company, that maybe we were finally going to connect. What happened to you?”
“I thought we were too. But then you said that weird thing about my drink and you were gone, partying it up for the rest of the evening. This is the first real chance I’ve had to leave the table and talk to you.
“You couldn’t leave before?”
“Well strictly speaking I could have.” He scrunched his eyebrows together and squinted. Looking adorable. “But that would mean I might miss a donation. And as you might understand better than anyone else, these donations are like the most important thing to me about this party.” His hand trailed down the side of my neck and onto my shoulder before he let it fall down to his side, and then rubbed his face hard. “Speaking of which, you owe me.”
“Yeah, I guess I do.” I wiped my eyes and grabbed my wallet, opening it up to pull out some cash. I didn’t even count it, just gave him the entirety of it and then turned back to the wall.
“Are you ok?” he asked. “I mean, really?”
“Well yeah.” I stood up again, a little unsteady. Lex took my arm, winding it around his waist, and pulling me close to him.
“Lean on me,” he said. “I am going to take you home.”
I looked over to my mother, who was still locked in conversation, a small crowd gathered around her, waiting to have their special goodbye.
“Ok.” I leaned on him as we walked to his car, my heels bumping my thigh. He let me into the car, and then smoothly got in. I was still feeling a little queasy, but my head was starting to clear. He started up the car and turned on the radio. It was one of my favorite songs, by AC/DC. I couldn’t help but dance around in my seat a bit.
Lex put his hand on my bare leg and fixed his eye on me. “Hey girl, careful, you are distracting me with all that dancing.” And then, I don’t know what came over me.
“Hey yourself!” I put my own hand on his leg, dangerously close to his crotch. “You want to talk about distracting.” He slowed the car down and parked it under a tree by the side of the road.
“You sure you know what you’re getting into?” He asked.
I tightened my grip on his leg. “I do.” In no time he had me pinned against the passenger side window, his arm around me, the other hand making its way up my skirt. He kissed me fiercely as his fingers traced the sides of the crotch my thong underwear, gently slipping his fingers underneath the edges. It made me so wet to have this devastating man tease me and all I wanted to do was mount him. Forget everything, and take him inside me until I was in oblivion.
“You want this, Miche?” He asked, as he put my hand on his crotch. It was bulging with the massiveness of his hard on, and to know that it was for me was exciting. I rubbed it as he groaned, kissing me, his hand on the side of his face and his thumb on my lips. Suddenly he pulled himself away. “You can’t have it though, not this way.”
“Huh?” I looked at him square in the eye.
“This isn’t how I do things, Michelle.”
“Umm, well how do you do things?”
He kissed me again, hard, abruptly, but sexily.
“Come to my apartment tomorrow night, 8 sharp, and I will show you.”
***
The next day I was freaking out. What was I doing? Would I go to Lex’s place? Despite my worry, somehow I knew I would go. I debated whether to tell Candace, and finally found myself dialing her digits on my phone. We made plans to go to the coffee place again, though I hoped she wouldn’t be so loud this time.
As I told her what happened, I got what I wished for. She was speechless, eyes wide Finally she spoke, haltingly.
“Oh. My. God. What are you going to do?”
I just shook my head.
“Are you going?”
“I think I am. I don’t know how I feel about it but I am not sure I can stay away.”
“You know, that is kind of sexy. I am glad that he didn’t take advantage of you when you were feeling a bit drunk.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s in his favor. Maybe he’s a bit better than I thought. But what the hell does he mean by ‘how he does things?’ That’s so weird.”
“I dunno, do you think he is going to wine and dine you? All we know is that ‘how he does things’ probably doesn’t have much to do with having sex with your soon-to-be stepsister in a car.”
“Yeah, that’s really all we know.” Suddenly a thought occurred to me. “Maybe he’s a furry! He needs to wear his Garfield the Cat suit.”
She snorted. “Maybe he is an adult baby! He needs you to diaper him!”
“Shh!” I looked around, laughing. “Someone will hear you!”
She got serious. “But what could it really mean?”
“What indeed. He’s always been a bit of a sadist. Maybe it has to do with something like that.”
“I guess that’s not beyond the realm of possibility. I still am leaning toward the wine and dine your stepsister thing.”
I considered it. “I could use a good meal. I’ve barely been able to eat today from this cheap wine hangover.”
“Just think, in a week it’ll be all over, you’ll be back at college and you can forget all this drama ever happened.”
“It’s true. I do want to forget it! And I want you to come visit me there as soon as you get the time.” It was great having a best friend. What would I do without her? Of course I was feeling I might need her same time tomorrow, if I go through with ‘how he does things’ tonight.
***
I went to the mall. I always do some of my best thinking when I am shopping. I had already been to the spa a bit earlier that week for the wedding, as a special mother-daughter treat, so all I needed to do was get something sexy to wear. I already felt a bit out of control, I mean, why was I meeting a guy I have always hated? That’s the power of hormones. Still there was more to it than that. I never felt more alone than when my dad died. I was a daddy’s girl, and watching cancer eat away at him was the loneliest I have ever felt. Seeing the pain in Lex’s eyes when he was manning that donation table, and staying with it all night, made me think that he was one of the few people that could understand what I went through, since he went through it himself. Maybe it was just that he was sexy, but if that were it, I would probably continue just to hate him from afar.
I picked up a short slinky little black dress, my size, on sale. It had a bit of a chain detailing the a halter, which gave it a kind of dangerous feel. It wasn’t my usual style, but neither was meeting up with Lexington. Lots of firsts this week. I had a perfect pair of heels to put on with it, little cut out strappy sandal booties that flashed a glimpse of skin. It would be badass. I paid and went home, ready for the evening to begin. I found myself counting the minutes as I showered and put on my makeup. I had it bad. But who wouldn’t, after that hard rush of kisses! Just thinking of it made my insides turn over and I had to steady myself against the bathroom counter. His face flashed in my mind, and the feel of his lips. Why do you have to be such a fucking sexy asshole, Lex? And have the key to my heart at the same time?
***
I waited outside his apartment building. These shoes were already getting a bit uncomfortable, but it didn’t matter because they looked so good. Kind of like Lex. I heard the buzzer and pushed against the door. My breath was catching a bit in my chest. There was no doubt I was nervous.
Walking up the stairs I half wanted to just turn around and leave. The sound of my heels against the stair case was like a clock ticking, or a heartbeat. Click click. Click click. Ask not for whom the heart beats. It beats for thee, and thy strange stepbrother.
I got in front of the door and realized I was shaking a little. I wiped my hands on my skirt and as I raised my fist to knock on the door, I almost changed my mind and ran the other way. But before I could knock, the door opened.
“Hi Michelle,” Lex said, calmly, confidently. “Come in.” He was dressed in a crisp white shirt, open a little at the collar, exposing his tanned neck and a peek of chest underneath his perfect stubble. I just wanted to pounce on it, if I were to be completely truthful.
“Thanks,” I said, looking around the room. It was spare, modern, dark. The walls were grey, and the furniture black, with some highlights of red. Red glass, red in the painting. One wall was brick. It was actually quite beautiful if a bit somber.
“Drink?” He said, gesturing to a pretty full shelf of bottles. “I’ve got some better stuff than we had last night, no offense to our folks or anything.”
“Yes, please. Whatever you recommend.” My voice was barely audible. He really had me shook, that was for sure.
“I know just the thing.” He turned his back to mix us both drinks, and I watched him move, graceful and catlike, as he poured a few things into a mixer. “I don’t know if you know this but I used to bartend, so I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”
“I bet you do.” It was out before I could stop it, and more suggestive than I mean. Lex turned his head toward me and gave me another one of his devilish grins. I could feel myself blushing, but I couldn’t pull the words back into my mouth.
He handed me a drink, and we sat down on the leather couch. I took a sip.
“What is this? It’s delicious.”
“It’s a cocktail I invented a while back. Still needs a good name.
Cocktail. I had a flashback to us as kids, but I don’t think he remembered. After all he probably made that joke for awhile, before retiring it. Huh. Well maybe this time my tail wants your cock, ever thought of that? But that’s all I want from you.
He took a sip as I watched him. It was almost like my eyes were magnetically drawn to him.
“Look Michelle, I hope you understood what I meant last night when I said that was not the way I did things.”
“Actually, no. I didn’t understand. What did you mean by that.”
“Well
I guess it’s a bit complicated.”
Lex looked at me in his commanding fashion, blue eyes skewering me. There was something really dark in them. Shit, I trembled a bit. I didn’t know if it was from fear, or excitement, or what – but when he faced me like that, his eyes could strip away in me any inhibition, any reluctance, and reveal only some kind of thrill, and then pure desire for him, even for the punishment of his cock. After he put his hand there last night, I knew I had to have it. Had to get what was coming to me. He’d been tormenting me for years, but never had he given me the pleasure he was clearly capable of doling out to hordes of women throwing themselves at him. Everything about him now screamed sex: his gorgeous face, his strong, sculpted body, his impish blue eyes all meant one thing. And not just any sex, but the kind of sex that would leave a girl screaming and squirming, sweaty and slick.
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