Thick: A Stepbrother Romance

by L. M. Roberts

  The only thing keeping the gown on my body were the straps that swept over my shoulders and connected with the gown right at my armpits. The back dipped down low enough to show the dimples above my ass, where it tightened so it wouldn’t go lower. The bottom flared out as it swept to the floor, a small train on the back. The gown was a gorgeous light blue color, almost silver.

  When I finally got the dress to cooperate, I stood back, a gasp slipping past my lips. I looked like an ice princess, the only thing I was missing was my tiara. The silk of the dress caressed my body like a lover would. It felt fantastic. I noted the diamond studs I had in my ears and the diamond tear drop necklace fit perfectly with the dress.

  I was coming out of the dressing room, stepping onto the platform. I heard someone gasp behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Brad standing there in his regular clothes, gaping at my body with wide lust filled eyes. He ran his hand through his hair, his muscles twitching under his shirt. I smiled, catching his eyes. There was a dangerous glint to them, like he could just fuck me right here on this platform and not care what they would say.

  Just thinking that made all my girl parts hum with want. An evil, but brilliant idea came to me. He was still staring in my eyes when I took my bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling. Then roved my eyes down his body slow, before settling on his face again. He swallowed, closing his eyes. When he reopened them, there was so much heat I thought I would faint. I decided to deliver the blow, I winked. I loved goading him.

  “I’m going to go check on things at the site,” he growled in a sex fueled voice, pulling his phone out of his jeans.

  My nipples pushed against the fabric of my dress, his words wreaking havoc on my sexed up body. I turned my head around, trying not to meet his eyes in the mirrors. That lasted all of two seconds, half shutting my eyes, I looked through my lashes at him. I grew wet with the sight I saw, his eyes were glued to the reflection of my chest. His breathing becoming harsher, as his eyes darkened with desire. I watched him start to walk away, and then as if he were second guessing himself he stopped. But he shook his head, visibly fighting an inner battle I knew nothing about. However, he began walking the rest of the way to the front door, pushing it open and stepping outside.

  Just watching him walk was foreplay. The way his muscles played together, giving and taking with every stride he took away from me. I was confused as shit about what was going on between us. If you could classify what we were doing as something. I would say that it was fucked up beyond compare. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from him. Watching him walk back and forth in front of the store front window.

  It seemed that he was upset about something. His brows furrowed, as anger riddled his face. Whoever it was on the other end of that phone I was sorry for them. I’ve never seen this upset before, if ever. Not even that time I left years ago. He’s showed more hurt then he did anything. I wondered who it was on the other end of the phone. He said he was calling the site, so maybe something was wrong. He put the phone between his shoulder and head, as his right hand came up to play with his missing wedding ring.

  I cocked my head, perusing him. It was like he forgot the ring was no longer there. I wanted to ask him about it, but I felt that it was none of my business. I wanted to know why there was still and inconspicuous tan line where his ring had been. The only thing that I could come up with was that the divorce had been recent. In truth, I didn’t want to think of him married to someone else. It always got me in a terrible mood when I did. Especially that he had married Cherish. The one girl that I couldn’t stand in school.

  Just hearing that when my mother told me a few months ago still ate at me. I didn’t know when he had gotten married to her, or divorced for that matter. I’d asked my mother several times when he did take the plunge, but she would never tell me. She would just tell me that it was none of my business, and that if he wanted me to know about it he would tell me. Considering that he left me out of a lot of things that happened, I thought about pushing the subject. But I knew I had no say so over it.

  If anything it could piss him off that I was dragging up the past. I spied at his reflection as he grabbed his finger, he turned and looked at me through the window. Averting my eyes, I looked at the old woman that was hemming the bottom of my dress. I watched as her old wrinkled hands, made fast work of pining the bottom of the dress. When she was done, she moved up to where my back had been left unclothed. I shied away from her touch when her fingers grazed my back. I was never good with someone I didn’t know touching me, always had.

  Every time I would shy away from her she’d meet my eyes in the mirror, a small smile playing on her face. But she didn’t stop her work, she kept pining and marking the areas that needed to be fixed. It was good that she was fast at her job. It was already almost time for us to meet my mom and Henry for lunch. That was going to be fun. It was already a little weird being around Brad after the incident at the house this morning.

  How the hell was I going to make it through this whole weekend? Being around him constantly, not being able to touch, kiss, or hold him. It was already messing me up. I thought that all my feelings for him were gone over the years of being gone. I should have known they weren’t. After the shock of seeing him at the house last night, they all came rushing back. Which is why I retaliated.

  I was stepping off the platform when he came back inside, a weary look on his face. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but thought better of it. If he wanted to tell me, he would. If not, then, oh well. The truth would come out later, that I was sure of. Gripping my train, I made my way to the dressing room. Shutting the door, I leaned back against it. Everything going on was starting to mess with me. I missed the easy life I have in New York, yearned for Sunday to come faster so I could return.

  My body wanted Brad with a fierceness I’ve never felt before. But my mind was screaming for me to run, to run and never look back. I was in the process of changing out of my dress when someone knocked on the door. I put the gown in front of me as a shield before opening the door. I immediately regretted it. Brad was standing there with a cocky smirk on his face, his eyes lit up with devilish intent. I tried to breath past the lump that formed in my throat from him being so close to me.

  “Need any help, love.” He seduced, pushing through the door.

  After he forced himself into the small dressing room, my breathing picked up, turning to a slow pant. My body already beginning to thrum with threads of desire. Backing up to the wall, he locked the door walking toward me with a slow predatory grace, a wicked smile on his face. He stopped inches in front of me, lifting his arms next to my head, he caged me in. His deeply inhaled, closing his eyes and groaning as he exhaled.

  “Brad…you have to leave,” I breathed, a shaky rattle taking over my once strong voice.

  He eyed me, his eyes darkening further. “Is that what you really want, Claire. Do you want me to leave?” he whispered, running his nose along my jaw before breathing in my ear, “If so, I will. I’ll leave and not bother you again.”

  I closed my eyes, cursing my body. I wanted him. Down to my very bone marrow, I wanted this man. Just the sound of his voice got me wet, but having this close made my want to explode with pleasure. Feeling the heat from his body, did wild things to me. I wanted to say that for a split second I went insane, but that would be laughable. I was just a horny woman trying to get a fix. Dropping the dress, I lunged. Fusing my lips with him, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

  He pressed into me fully, forcing my back into the wall. His erection evident as he pressed his hips against my lace covered mound, I groaned into his mouth. He nipped at my bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth, pulling a whimper from me. His arms came around me pulling me closer to him as he sat down in the only chair in the room. He broke the kiss as he sat down, patting his lap.

  I stood looking down at him, while he began kissing and licking at my stomach. I closed my eyes, as my head fell back. The wonderful feel of his lips against my overhe
ated skin was almost too much to process. I gasped in surprise when I felt his mouth cover my drenched mound. Licking my lips, I opened my eyes and looked down at him. I whimpered, my breathing becoming huskier as the sight and feel of him against my flesh.

  Taking my clit between his lips, I almost fainting from the sheer bliss coursing through my veins. He lifted back all too soon, pulling me down to straddle his lap. He gazed into my eyes, his breathing just as rough as mine. I brazenly rubbed the tent in his pants. He inhaled a shaky breath, his eyes going to half-mast.

  “Claire…your killing me here.” His whole body shivered between my legs. He grabbed ahold of my hips, forcefully pulling me against his long, thick cock.

  “You’ve slayed me,” I breathed against his lips.

  My words made him snap. He fused his mouth to mine, kissing and nibbling. His sudden forceful kiss surprised me, my lips opened and he attacked. Sweeping his tongue in, he began fucking my mouth with it. Trying to get deeper with every duel of our tongues. It was beyond hot when his restraint broke like this. My nipples hardened into unbearable peaks. I started grinding against him, little whimpers and moans escaping between our lips.

  His zipper was loud throughout the small room. But there was no way that I was going to be able to stop. If it could be possible I wanted him more than my next breath. Hesitantly breaking our kiss, he sheathed himself. The condom seemingly coming from nowhere. Before I could get another word, let alone a whimper out, he pulled my thongs to the side and thrust in to the hilt. My mouth opened in a silent cry, as a growl came from him.

  “Your mine Claire…I don’t give a shit what you say, you’ve always been mine.”

  My body heated up against his, I began trembling. With every pump of his cock into me, I was lost a little more. Grabbing his shoulders for stability, he began pumping into me faster. His hands gripping my hips tightly. The only sounds in the small room were our cries of passion, and the steady slapping of our skin as he thrust his hard cock into my tight pussy.

  “Brad….I’m not going to last,” I cried out.

  “I’m not either, love. Put your face in my neck, bite me if you have to. Fuck…that’s hot just thinking about your teeth on me. But…we can’t let anyone hear us. Do you understand?”

  Doing as he said, I put my face into his neck. His hands slid around to my ass, jerking me toward him harder with each thrust. Two more strokes, and I felt my orgasm coming over me. My pussy clenched and unclenched around his thick length. The pleasure was too much to deal without screaming, so I bite the cords of his neck, he growled and thrust harder. His fingers digging into my backside, which I knew were going to leave bruises. But I couldn’t bring myself to care, he just felt so damn good inside me. I felt him swell inside me, forcing me into another smaller climax. He throwed his head back as his release overtook him, eyes closed and mouth open in pure ecstasy.

  Laying against him, I let him wrap his arms around. The shakes overtaking my body from the euphoria high leaving my body. The smell of sex permeating through the air. I listened to the jackhammering sound of his heart, trying to steady my own breathing. His dick began softening inside me minutes later. I reluctantly got off him, grabbing my dress to slip back into it. I was zipping the back up when he came up behind me, meeting my eyes in the mirror he kissed my shoulder then took over the zipping.

  I was about to give in to the pull of his lips, to surrender my body to him. But just as I was about to a timid knock came from the door, a woman’s voice following. “Brad, is your sister ok?”

  That’s when it all hit me. I just had the most explosive sex ever, with my soon-to-be Stepbrother. How could I let this happen? It wasn’t supposed to get this far with Brad. I instantly felt guilty for what we just did. It was something that couldn’t happen again. I couldn’t allow it to happen. It would never lead to anything. Never. So why was I putting myself through this. I would just have to deal with the hurt later, something that I was not looking forward to. Shrugging off his hands, I began putting my shoes on.

  After I was dressed I opened the door, the act scaring the old lady. “Yes, I’m fine. I just saw a spider. He helped me, but thank you for asking,” I grumbled walking past her.

  I was at the passenger side of Brad’s car before he caught up with me. I was sure that he was blindsided by my cold brush off. But hell, we almost got caught fucking in the boutique dressing room. The same boutique where I just got the last fitting for my Maid of Honor gown, a gown I would be wearing to our parents wedding in two days.

  “Are you ok, Claire?” He asked, coming around to open my door.

  “That can never happen again. Ever,” I forced out.

  I expected him to go off at me right there, but he surprised me. He shut the door after I seated myself, walking around the car and getting in on his side. We set there in tension filled silence, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He rounded on me, shooting a seething look.

  “Why? What is so wrong with us doing that? For us to be together,” he stated coolly.

  “Did you not just hear that woman? I am about to be your sister, Brad. Seriously, you know how fucked up that is?”

  “Step, Claire. You are about to be my Stepsister. We’re not bound by fucking blood. Mother fuck, I’ll never see you as my sister,” he seethed.

  What he said was true, I knew this. But that still didn’t make it alright. It would absolutely crush my mother if she found out about what we just did. I was nauseous just thinking about it. Nothing good would come from anyone finding out about this.

  “That’s just semantics, Brad.”

  He growled. “Dammit, Claire. You’re thinking about this too much. I always get what I want, you just need to accept the fact that you are mine. The sooner you do that, the sooner we can get to the fun stuff.”

  “Not going to happen, stink ass,” I said dryly.

  He took my chin between his pointer and thumb, forcing my eyes to his. “Believe what you want, Claire Bear, but I know the outcome of this. You. Are. Mine. I’ll have you, make no mistake of that. I. Always. Get. What. I. Want.”

  “Just like you got Cherish Sharp,” I stated, defiance lacing my words.

  His fingers dropped from my face as if he’d been burned, his face paling as the news sunk in. He hadn’t known that I knew about his former marriage. He thought this whole time that I was dumb to the fact he had let some other woman have his last name. That he let some other woman steal his heart. Bullshit. I was no dumb woman, he should have known. He wears that tan line around on his ring finger, who the hell wouldn’t know from that. I mean seriously.

  “How did you know about that?” His voice echoed his horror.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “May be because of the tan line you have on your ring finger.”

  He looked down his eyes widening, it was as if he were noticing it for the first time. “That doesn’t explain shit. I could have just worn a promise ring or something.”

  Laughter overtook my body until tears streamed down my face. “Yeah, and I’m the Pope. Just because I haven’t been here in ten years doesn’t mean I’m a complete imbecile.” I wiped my eyes, before continuing. “Plus, you are not the kind of man that wears a promise ring. Trust me, I remember your extracurricular activities, very well.”

  Without denying what I was saying was true, he turned in his seat. Cranking the car, we made our way to the restaurant in complete tension filled silence. I knew he was upset with me, but so was I with him. He actually thought I would believe his lie about the promise ring. Yeah, no such luck. His dick got more turns than a condom machine at a seven eleven. It would be completely idiotic to make me believe any different.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “So, how was the fitting?” my mother oozed happiness, taking a drink of her white wine.

  Ever since we got to the restaurant Brad hasn’t looked at me, let alone breathed in my direction. To say it didn’t burn me up would be a lie. He was the one that walked into that conversation saying he wante
d me, and that I was his. It seemed only fair that I call him out on his shit. On the other hand though, his complete lack of interest was pissing me off. There were a couple times I thought about junk punching him just so I could get his attention. But then I would have to explain myself so I refrained.

  I chuckled. “It went fine. In all honesty I was not… impressed. Yeah, that’s the word I’m looking for.”

  I was such a bitch, but damn, I wanted to get his attention. I glance at him from the corner of my eye, seeing that he was talking to Henry his face a blank mask. But his hand had fisted on the top of the table when I said that. Ha. I’ve got you now. Teach you to lie to me.

  “Not impressed? You didn’t like your dress, dear?” She frowned, leaning back in her seat.

  I smiled. I knew I had to word this just so, so I didn’t hurt her feelings. Taking a sip of my soda I sat there contemplating, then just came out with it. “No the dress was very lovely. I promise. Just being in the dressing room was a nuisance. Besides being in the dress, I was unimpressed with the rest of the visit there.” I assured her.

  Her smile lit her face up. “I’m glad you like the dress Hun. I was worried you wouldn’t.”

  I waved her fear away. “It was gorgeous.”

  I was taking a drink from my goblet when I felt a hand on my thigh, gripping tightly. I smiled behind the rim of my glass. Score one for me. I appeared natural as if nothing were wrong, picking up my fork and knife, I proceeded to peel the Italian sausage on my plate. I laughed on the inside when the hand on my thigh removed itself of its own accord. That meant he remembered what I told him in the kitchen last night. Good boy. He needed to remember that I was not just another passing fancy for him, someone for him to mess around with. We were to be brother and sister in a few days, nothing between us could come to pass. But that didn’t mean that I deserved his lies. Lies, he thought he was getting away with.