Thick: A Stepbrother Romance

by L. M. Roberts

  Alex saw the bag, eyes widening in excitement. I swear I believe she was meant to be my sister. Her giggle broke out before she started helping me search through the box. There were little firecrackers in here somewhere. That would definitely be a good enough alarm clock for her. I was sure of it. When I couldn’t find them, Alex helped me dump the box out. There they were. They had been at the very bottom of the box, just waiting to be used for an occasion like this.

  “She is going to murder us both,” I chuckled, placing the packs of firecrackers around her broken bed.

  “Umm…just a question. But do I want to know why her bed is broken,” she whispered, giggling up a storm.

  “Just some rough sex, that’s all,” I answered.

  “Go Ms. J. That woman is a damn beast.”

  “Wow, that’s just gross. I’m going to have to bleach my brain now,” I gagged playfully.

  She rolled her eyes, setting out the rest of the firecrackers packs. About the time we were going to light then I heard the doorbell ring. I cursed inwardly because the fool on the other side of the front door was ruining my plans. I held up my finger at Alex and then ran to the front door. Throwing it opened, I turned to run back down the hallway. Brads voice stopped me in my tracks.

  “Claire, where are you off too so fast,” he chuckled.

  I turned toward him, throwing a shy girl façade on. “Just my mom’s room. We’re taking her to the spa today. You know, for a girl’s day.”

  He saw right through my mask. “Out with it, love.”

  I grunted from the use of his nickname for me. “Were just going to…” I paused, raising my eyes to his, cracking a devilish smile. I said the last part in a hurry, trying not to bust out laughing. “Firecracker wakeup call my mom.”

  He stared at me for a moment before busting out in laughter. I jumped on him, covering his mouth with my hand. “Shh…You big jack ass. You fuck this up, I’ll prank the hell out of you. I can get vicious, remember that.”

  He nipped at my hand, causing me to release him. I jumped back down as he placed his hands over his mouth rolling with laughter again. “I gotta see this shit,” his words muffled by the hand over his mouth. “Your mother is going to eat your liver for breakfast. I hope you know that.”

  I giggled. “She’ll have to catch me first.”

  Brad’s eyes were lit up with excitement. I could tell that he wanted to see this play out. He just didn’t want to be involved when my mother paid us back. Oh and there would be pay back too. My mother was sneaky like that. She would wait until we least expected it, then she would attack. But there was no way I was not doing this. My veins were already running with adrenaline anticipating the attack of the firecrackers. This shit was too good to pass up.

  “You want to watch,” I asked?

  He removed his hand, and chuckled. “Hell yes, was there any doubt.”

  He shut the door and followed me to my mother’s room. Where Alex was currently hopping foot to foot eager to get the party started. She winked when she saw Brad behind me. We each got a lighter, then counted to three. When the wicks started burning we ran out, down the hall and to the living room. We didn’t hear anything for a moment, but the hard breathing from each of us.

  Just then, my mother’s room lit up like the fourth of July. We heard her screams echo throughout the whole house. “Oh my God! What the fuck!”

  We all began cracking up with laughter, tears rolling down our faces. By the time the sound stopped Brad looked at me a little worried. I was about to go check on her when her door flew open. Brad gave me the, I’m-out signal, tossing a box into my hands. I chuckled watching him run down the side walk before slipping into his truck.

  I took one look at my mother and couldn’t reign in the laughter. My sides were literally hurting from laughing so hard. I lost my breath on several occasions, only to bellow with laughter again. Her hair was a sight all by itself, sticking up in every which was. Her eyeliner and mascara had run down her face, lipstick spread across her jaw.

  “What the fuck,” she huffed.

  “You…wouldn’t…wake…up,” I gasped through my fits of laughter.

  “So you decided to give me a heart attack the day before my wedding. That’s just…wrong.”

  As the laughter tampered down, I walked over to my mom, grabbing her into a big hug. “The reason we were trying to wake you up is because were taking you for a spa day. Now get that patootie dressed, were going to be late otherwise.”

  Since Alex and I were already ready, we were out the door thirty minutes later. We talked, sang, and acted fools on the way to the spa. At one point in time I thought we were going to get pulled over because of all the gyrating and dancing we were doing. It had been hilarious when we stopped at a light next to a cop and broke out singing the Cops theme song. Being the good sport he was, he sang and danced along with us until the light turned green.

  Damn, I love small towns. Where everyone knew you, or heard of you. At one point and time I would lay my life down that living in the big city was my dream, and where I belonged. But since I’ve been back here I found myself wanting to stay here more and more. Not only was my mother here, but my entire life had been this place. I knew where the perfect hiding places were. The current stomping grounds of high school kids. I knew it all, and loved it dearly.

  Moving back here was going to be the best thing for me. I couldn’t wait to get home and begin packing and transferring jobs. I’m sure that it would take some time to transfer me. But that would just give me the time to get my other clients squared away. I had to think of them first, because if it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t have a job at all. I decided I was going to call Premier Inc. when we got back to the house. I was sure there would be at least someone in the office, even if it was a Saturday. New York never stopped, no matter what day of the week it was.

  “Let’s get this pampering underway,” Alex said, bringing me from my thoughts.

  “Ditto,” my mother and I said in unison, chuckling as we stepped out of the car.

  We’d been there for close to an hour. Soaking in all the attention we were receiving from the staff. I snickered, remembering the other surprise I had left in store for my mother. I slipped away as my mother and Alex were getting their seaweed wrap. I had to finish setting everything up with everyone here so they would know who and when they were to be singing too.

  As I came back and the technician started getting me ready. I heard my mother gasp and Alex chuckle from the other room as the staff began singing to her. I knew that it wasn’t much, but when I heard the emotions in her voice, I knew that it meant everything to her. That I was making this the best experience for her. For that I was glad that I could give this to her, that I could make her feel loved.

  We’d been there for over three hours when our spa day came to an end. However, we didn’t want it to end there. So we did the only thing woman knew how to do when we were out and about on the town. We shopped.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “I think you should get this. You’d rock the hell out of it,” Alex squeals, tossing a shirt to me.

  I look at it, then back to her. There is no way she thinks this shirt is a good idea. Just no way. “What the hell are you thinking, Alex? Just…no. A stripper wouldn’t even wear this shirt.”

  She gives me the stink eye, tugging on my mother’s arm to look at the shirt. After she looks at her, she dares me to try it on. Oh, to hell. This shirt has strips of cloth missing mainly around the front. Some of them being very much near my nipples. There is no way I would be caught dead in a shirt like this. Alex maybe, but never me.

  “I hope you all are getting a kick out of this; because this is the last time you will ever see anything like this. There is just somethings you don’t show.” I blurt, waving all over my body wild swings of my arms, “And this, no one wants to see.”

  “Oh shut up you big baby and try on the shirt. I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” Alex looked like she was ready to strangl
e me.

  Was she looking at the same shirt I was? If so, this shirt wouldn’t cover a fifteen year old properly, and I was a twenty-eight year old woman with breasts the size of cantaloupes. She was in serious la-la land if she thought this scrap of lace was considered proper clothing. God, if you love me please let it fit, and not make me look like I’m some streetwalker.

  The color of the shirt was absolutely beautiful, I’d give it that. However, that was where the beautiful part ended slipping very fast into slutty. It was an off the shoulder number, the color of coral with navy strips. As I slipped it on, forgoing a bra; because let’s face it, there was no wearing a bra underneath it.

  I twisted and turned, a nipple slipping into view. I groaned, tucking the bad boy back into its cell. I grimaced as I took in the shirt gracing my curves. I would never admit that it looked good on me, even though it did. There were too many cuts running along the length of my torso, and not enough front to cover my breasts.

  “This looks awful.” I yelled through the door. “There is no way I would ever let someone see this on me, ever.

  “Oh come on you twat. Step out here and let me see,” Alex yelled.

  “I wouldn’t even let my twat wear something like this, Alex.” I groaned. “It’s just awful.”

  A second later I heard my mother’s softer voice echo through the door. “Come on dear. It can’t be that bad. Humor us.”

  I’d humor them alright. I’d flash their asses all to hell if I moved the wrong way. Screwing my eyes shut, I opened the door. Intakes of breath had me snapping my eyes open. They looked at me like I’d grown an extra head. Damn, I didn’t think it was that bad.

  “What the hell are you talking about it looking awful? Girl, you’re fucking hot!” Alex, squealed, running toward me.

  “Alex is right, Claire. You do look hot. If you don’t buy that shirt, I will. Then I’ll make you wear it; and you will have to because I’m your mother and it would hurt my feelings.”

  Nice play, mom. Throw the mom card.

  I narrowed my eyes at them. “Do you all not see all the strips cut out of it?”

  The both shook their heads before heading off to look through more clothing racks. I closed the door behind me, turning from side to side. Both said that it didn’t look that bad, but I don’t know. I was never one to pick out risky clothing for myself. Alex had done all that for me in New York. The black gown being the one exception.

  I continued to look at myself in the mirror when my phone dinged. I shook my head as I read the text that just came through.

  Thick Dick: Where are you?

  I smiled, texting him back.

  Claire: I’m shopping with my mother and Alex. Why?

  His reply was immediate.

  Thick Dick: Just seeing where you are. Dad wants me to give you something. Old fucker can’t do it himself.

  Claire: You sure you just didn’t want to see me?

  Thick Dick: Positive. This is for Dad.

  Wow, his reply was harsh. I thought after this morning that he was no longer mad at me. But I guess I had perceived the moment wrong or something. I text him back, and then put my phone away. If he didn’t want to see me unless he had to, I didn’t want to see him. Yes, I realize that I made a mistake. Alex was all too kind to point that out to me. But did he really have to take his anger this far. I mean hell, I even tried to apologize last night; only for him to cut me off before I could.

  I heard his voice before I saw him. Peeking my head out of the dressing room door, I watched him strut toward me. Rolling my eyes, I turned back around to start getting my cloths ready for me to put back on. He opened the door without as much as a word. He stood there for several seconds, glaring.

  “What?” I bite out.

  “You are not buying that shirt.” His teeth clenched together, as he warned me.

  “Who the hell says?” I turned on him, shooting daggers at him with my eyes.

  “I do.”

  “Too bad, assholes don’t usually get to tell me what to do,” I mumbled dryly.

  He shut the door behind him, caging us in together. All I knew was the moment I saw him after that text I wanted to scratch his eyes out. For him to come in here and tell me that I wasn’t going to buy a certain type of shirt. Those are fucking fighting words. I didn’t care if I ever wore this shirt, or used it to wipe my ass, his demand sold me. I was getting it.

  “Claire. I said you’re not getting it.”

  I put a finger to my chin, looking up at the ceiling. “I say, go fuck yourself,” I retorted sarcastically.

  He growled low in his throat, stepping into my personal space, rage simmering in his eyes. God, he looks so fucking hot. I inwardly chastised myself for such a thought. This was no time to think about all his sexiness. I needed to be strong, to stand my ground.

  “Other men will see what’s mine if you buy that shirt. I don’t like to share, especially with you,” he bite out, anger lacing every word.

  I chuckled. “I don’t belong to anyone, Brad. From the cold shoulder you gave me last night and the text you just sent, I especially don’t belong to you.”

  “Make no mistake, love. You do belong to me. Your body is for my eyes only. Do I have to prove that right now?” His heated stare bored into mine as he arched in eyebrow.

  “Go. Fuck. Yourself,” I brazenly stated, turning to face the mirror.

  His heat enveloped my back as he pressed up against me. He ran his hand over the outside of my arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. I shivered at his first touch, he chuckled. His hand clasped around my throat, pulling me back against his hard body.

  “I’ll let you in on a little secret,” he whispered, grinding against my ass. “You are the only person I am going to be fucking, my dear Claire. If you keep defying me, no matter how fucking hot it is. I will take you up against this wall and not think twice about it. Now be a good girl, take the fucking shirt off, and get dressed.”

  I narrowed my eyes in defiance. “Fuck. You.”

  “With pleasure.”

  He pulled up my skirt, ripping my pathetic excuse for underwear off. If I wasn’t so hot and bothered from our bickering match, I’d push him away. But arguing with him had set me off. I wanted cock, and I wanted it now. I tried stepping away from him, but his grip tightened on my neck. Looking at his reflection I saw him staring at me, primal lust swirling in his dark blue depths. I trembled as I began panting.

  I heard his belt buckle being undone, and the zipper of his pants being lowered. I almost came when he started tapping his hardened cock against my ass. Whimpering, I pushed back against him, begging for him to slip his thick length into my quivering pussy.

  “No sounds. Do you hear me?” he growled into my ear while thrusting into me.

  I gasped, arching my back against him. He grunted, thrusting into me at a speed that should be illegal. Putting my hands against the wall, I held myself up while he pounded into me. From all the bickering, I was already so turned on that it would take me just a matter of seconds to come. My pussy started clenching around him, begging him to grant me my release.

  “I should have known. Your pussy’s just too greedy, love.” He growled, taking my lobe in between his teeth.

  “Just shut up and get me off,” I panted.

  He chuckled. “Only if you say please.”

  “I’m not saying…” the last words were lost on me when his free hand found my clit, twirling his finger around it in slow circles. “Please.” I finished, gritting my teeth.

  “You. Just. Did,” he said punctuating his words with a hard thrust of his cock.

  I moaned, letting my eyes fall shut, desperately seeking the release that was right there. Just a few more thrusts and I’d set off like a firework on the fourth of July. This man knew just how to manipulate my body to get it to bend to his will. I didn’t know if I should hate him, or bow down at his feet.

  “Just…” I began at the same time someone pecked on the dressing room door.

 
; Without stopping his pumping, he gave me a smile that could kill. His free hand gripped my hip, tightening on my already sore flesh. I glanced at him in the mirror, sticking my tongue out at him. He smiled, closing his eyes as he kept pumping into me wantonly.

  “Yes,” I croaked out.

  “I was wondering if you were done talking with Brad. He came in here and said that he needed to see you. I was wondering if he was still in there.” Alex’s voice came through the door.

  I sighed with relief. “Yes, Alex. Could you be an absolute dear and keep my mother the hell away from the dressing room for a few.”

  She giggled. “You know, I’m kind of jealous. I’ll keep her away. But dammit, Brad you better tap that ass good.”

  He chuckled. “You can count on it. Now if you would please go away, were kind of in the middle of something.”

  “Oh, yeah. I guess I’ll leave you to it.” With that she was gone, giggling the entire way.

  “Time to come, Claire. We can’t stay in here all day. Now, come on this fucking cock,” he growled tightening his hand around my neck, pumping into me one last time before exploding.

  I shut my eyes, letting the feel of him swelling and spurting his hot seed into my tight pussy. The feel and groan he sounded out, setting me off in my own personal bliss. The force he had on my throat made it harder to breath, but heightened the pleasure of my climax. I gasped for air, trying not to pass out. That would be all I needed. To pass out in a dressing room, my ass showing to the whole world when they found me.

  With a smack on my ass, he pulled out and tucked himself away. He gave me a small smile and a wink before stepping out of the dressing room, leaving me to clean up the mess. How could a man like Brad infuriate me to no end, but make me submit to him too? Feeling his phantom grip around my throat, I knew. It’s because when you love someone, no matter who they are. You take them along with the good, and the bad.

  Brad may have his fucked up moments, but there was no doubt the love I had for him. He was like an itch I couldn’t scratch. All these years and my feelings still didn’t drift away. That’s how I knew this was a forever thing. Nothing could get between us now. Except us.