HIM—A Stepbrother Romance: With BONUS NOVELLA: PERSONAL

by Stephanie Brother

  “To me? Are you sure?”

  I nodded. “He… staged his own murder so he didn’t have to do it himself. So my mother and I would have insurance money.”

  “It?”

  “Suicide. When you do that, your family doesn’t get the insurance money.”

  I don’t know why, but sharing my secret made me feel light. He reached for my hand and comforted me gently. A fresh tear fell down my face. I dabbed my eyes with a napkin.

  “Hey… Don’t cry. It’s okay. He was just thinking about his family. Stress gets to people sometimes.”

  “I know. I just miss him is all. I didn’t care about all that money, or all that material stuff. I just wanted him.”

  “I’m sorry, Cat.”

  I cleared my throat. Wow, I just unloaded on him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you this.” I released a big sigh.

  “No, I’m glad you did, because I care about you.”

  “You care about me?”

  “I cared about you then, too. I brought you to my property remember? I never brought anyone there before.” He leaned in closer across the table.

  That happy memory of us on that couch felt like a pleasant spring day.

  “That was a nice night.” I admitted, feeling a smile form across my face.

  “It was.”

  He looked at me. Like really looked at me. He full on stared.

  “What, do I have something in my teeth?”

  “Cat, you seriously look absolutely amazing.” He shook his head. “I mean, when I saw you on that TV screen while walking out on that runway, my jaw dropped to the floor. I was so proud of you. You should be proud of all your hard work.”

  My heart rate doubled. I still had the hots for Ramon Nicholas. For him to say he liked what he saw made high school Cat, who still existed deep inside, melt.

  I mean, look at him.

  That jawline… Had it always been so pronounced? His boyish charm had evolved to full-grown heartthrob. I could totally see him gracing the cover of GQ magazine, rocking a suit when he made it to the NFL.

  The white t-shirt over his massive biceps made my panties dampen. Its V-neck cut gave the perfect tease of his packed chest. The crisp white color made his tan skin pop. He was always training. While most guys didn’t even own a tan in winter, he did.

  Suddenly, the house lights lifted, indicating that it was time for us late night customers to get the heck out. I suddenly wished it wasn’t 2 am.

  “Looks like they’re kicking us out of here. The lights have lifted.”

  RAMON

  The ambience may have changed thanks to the interruption of bright lights and dead music, but how I felt about her certainly hadn’t. I didn’t want the night to end.

  “Listen.” I reached for her hand. I noticed just the touch of my fingers across her soft silky skin made her freeze. “Do you want to get out of here? Maybe go somewhere else?”

  “What about your 9 pm bedtime?”

  “Fuck it. When do I ever get to see you? I…” I didn’t even want to say the words I don’t know when I’m going to see you again because the truth was I was determined to make it happen. I was determined to see her again.

  She just didn’t know it yet.

  I always get what I want – and she was what I wanted. I wanted to protect her and keep her from schmucks like Clementine. She belonged by my side, and I belonged between her legs. Hopefully soon. As in, in a few hours.

  “You don’t have to train tomorrow?”

  “I can make exceptions for gorgeous company such as yours. I… know of this place, if you’re interested? It’s open until 5 am.” I let my question linger in my eyes.

  “Well,” she mused. “What are we waiting for then?”

  We left the empty bar. A few paparazzi snapped blinding lights our way. I reached my arm over her shoulder to protect her, to shield her. I stole sideway glances at her smiling face, which revealed that she liked my arm over her shoulders. With her fingers lacing briefly over mine, I knew I had enough green light to take this night a bit further.

  I’d make her feel so good she’d never want another man.

  Half an hour and a taxi ride later, we were in secluded industrial bar, a place where no one would ever expect to find us.

  “This place is so cool. I haven’t been anywhere like this in forever.”

  “I’m not surprised, Miss Top Model. You’re probably used to all those fancy places. I bet you’re in here like, ‘Ew, gross.’”

  “No, not at all! I feel like I’ve entered a time machine and it’s the prohibition era.”

  “Hence the name.”

  CAT

  The bar was super cool, beyond cool. And here in this bar, the two of us mingled with people who didn’t seem to notice us, or know anything about us. I felt like I could breathe a bit easier and really let my hair down.

  Ramon’s warm grip was firm as he led me up spiraled stairs. He allowed me to go first, leaving me to wonder if he could see my panties beneath my skirt.

  “Are you looking?”

  “Of course I am. Damn, Gina.” He joked.

  This secretly thrilled me. I enjoyed that he liked what he saw.

  We finally made our way to a rooftop with a few secluded couches and warmers. Beneath us was the hustle and bustle of New York, the city that never sleeps. Around us were other high rises and flats. Most of their windows were blackened out, signaling masses of dreamers resting across their pillows.

  Much to my surprise, we were alone. All alone.

  He led the way to a yellow couch. It had one of those plastic covers over it. Being a germaphobe, I was thankful for that fact. I reached for my sanitary wipes in my purse and wiped down the couch. Once done, I discarded the wipe, knowing I could sit on it in ease.

  I felt his eyes study me.

  “You’re cute, you know that?”

  We both collapsed into the cushions with a sigh, the witching hour approaching us. “New York is so busy. It’s bursting with life, even at this hour. Imagine all these people up, doing something right now. Everyone in their own fishbowl. It’s something to think about.”

  I wiped a bit more of the sides with another sanitary wipe when a small plastic baggie fell between my fingers. I pulled it out slowly to reveal two unused joints inside.

  “Oh my gosh.” I cracked up thinking about the last time I’d ever smoked a joint. It was with him at his house.

  Ramon burst out into laughter and inspected the bag. “Do you know the last time I touched one of these was with you?”

  “For real?”

  “Yeah, of course. I have to be on my A-game. You?”

  “The same.”

  “Would you… maaaaybe… want to relive old times?” A naughty smirk spread across his face. Nostalgia filled the air. Moments later, we were lighting up a joint like teenagers. The blanket covered my relaxed body.

  His fingers ran through a piece of tendril behind my ear, causing me to hold my breath. Chills flooded my body from his soft touch. My eyes turned to look deep into his shimmery eyes.

  Without thinking about it, my lips crashed hungrily into his. I could taste the salt from his margarita. The ravenous kiss increased in passion as he cradled the back of my neck, his other hand tenderly fondling my breasts.

  I loved the way he touched me. It felt so good. I wanted him to touch me everywhere. His soft tongue and wet lips trailed down my neck, sending goosebumps up and down my exposed body.

  I sighed into him as he squeezed my sensitive nipple, moaning with desire when his lips began sucking on it hard.

  “God, I love your tits.”

  I groaned in pleasure as he fondled my other breast and suckled it. He sucked wit an intensity that caused me to walk the fine edges of pain and pleasure. My hands rested on his silky hair. His hands trailed down to my waist as he smoothly ordered, “Here. Sit up here and spread your legs wide.”

  “You’re so direct,” was all I could moan, a small tease in my tone
. Everything moved in slow motion; I felt like we were the only two people in the world. Heck, on top of this high-rise in the middle of the night just before the cracks of pre-dawn, we were.

  “What if someone comes?”

  “They won’t.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “Look at the door.”

  With hazy eyes, I studied the door in the distance. A random pole was shoved through the door handle, keeping anyone from intruding upon us.

  “When did you do that?”

  Ramon’s expert hands were up my thigh, and his thumbs were oh so close to that tender spot between my legs. Like a crazed bird, my unanswered questions flew out of my mind right then and there.

  “Lean your head back.” His voice was almost a whisper. “Just relax. I’m going to make you see stars.”

  I felt like I was floating already. Every single touch of his felt like it lasted for an eternity. My breath caught and my heartbeat pounded in anticipation of what would come next.

  He slid my lace panties off and I thanked God that I had cleaned the seat. As if reading my thoughts, he took off his shirt and placed it below my ass.

  What a gentleman.

  And what the heck? Who was this muscle man and when did he get so damn ripped!? Every single muscle was etched on his body. I wanted to stare more but the night air swept across my begging clit, which demanded to be served.

  My pussy ached with intensity to be filled. I was about to go mad with desire. I was so fucking wet, it was hard to think straight. My clit throbbed in curiosity of the forthcoming sensations. It wanted to see the stars he promised to show me. My heart rate elevated and I nearly quivered at the first peeking touch of his tongue sent as it lightly slid across the hood of my clit.

  “Oh God!” I moaned, nearly creaming right then and there.

  This was the sexiest lick of my life. Thousands of pleasure nerves were stimulated all at once. He worked me over. All I could do was cry out while he twirled my pearl lightly, softly and slowly, erotically licking his way carefully down to the opening of my inner walls.

  My hips bucked instantly, pushing my lower lips against his as my body succumbed to the pleasure. I ached, desperately needing him in me then and there, yet controlling myself enough that I didn’t make a fuss, because I didn’t want the pleasure to stop.

  I felt like I was melting into the couch and becoming one with it. Ramon’s sent me floating up, up, up, and then down, down, down as his tongue became my pussy’s lover. He devoured me like I was the most delicious ice cream, and I creamed all over his lips.

  My eyes slid open to get a good look at him working his magic. His shoulder muscles bulged. He looked like Hercules. Every artfully sculpted muscle was clearly the result of a man who devoted his life to transforming his body. He painstakingly sculpted himself into a perfect masterpiece.

  I was lost in ecstasy, desire, and lust as his hand slid up to my lower abdomen. I loved the way his warm hand rested there; it felt so thick and masculine against my soft, perfumed skin. I wanted him to touch me all over. Everything he did to me felt magical.

  I cried out as his soft thumbpads traced their way up my labia. They held my slick walls apart as his soft tongue pressed deeply, hitting my spots with precision, sending chills up and down my spine, legs, and arms. Naturally, my body began shaking. My hips rolled into his hot mouth. I wanted more, needed more. This felt so damn good, every single ounce and lick of it.

  “Relax baby. I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll never say bye to me.”

  “Why? Why would I want…”

  “Shhh….”

  His hands slid up my abs to cup my breasts. His tongue trailed all the way around my silk lips, this time teasing me, denying my clit the direct attention it craved. It was sweet torture, but I didn’t care. This was an experience I wanted to remember forever.

  Speaking of forever, I felt like this was never-ending moment. The pleasure seemed to last forever, and it was a feeling I welcomed one thousand percent.

  Up, up, up and around he swirled his tongue, stopping right before reaching the hood of my clit. My body yearned, needed, pleaded for his touch right on that heavenly sinful spot.

  “Ramon…” I gasped. “Baby…”

  He continued his tongue tease, letting it drag all around my juicy opening, his thumbs keeping my lips partly opened once more to give him full, intimate access to my clit. A good move, I realized. I’d never been licked like this before. And I’ve never had this sensation either—being high while getting head.

  My clit was aching to be touched again and he knew it. My sweet spot begged, screamed, and pleaded for attention.

  “I need you there. There!” I tried to move his head where it needed to be, but he resisted.

  “Oh I’ll be everywhere, baby. I promise you that.”

  His hot kisses trailed down my inner thighs. There wasn’t a place he didn’t explore with his tongue. He had me going absolutely insane.

  I couldn’t breathe.

  I couldn’t think.

  I simply melted like butter, captive to his hot, wet kisses and naughty tongue, a willing prisoner of paradise under the care of his angelic ministrations.

  He licked around my walls once more, taking his sweet time before placing gentlest tap imaginable and kissing my clit so softly.

  I moaned and clutched his hair between my fingers, aching badly for him. My hips bucked up into his mouth. He licked me so slowly and innocently before swiping my clit with a firmer touch with his thumb.

  “Oh my god. My god,” I gasped. “Ramon!”

  “Shhh… relax. Just relax.” His hand rested on my lower abs again and could feel my muscles tensing. “I want you to feel every ounce of pleasure.”

  He slowly licked up my clit before following it with a swipe of his them. The pressure was just right. I felt the heat rising in my chest. I knew I was about to cum right then and there.

  He pampered me with one giant lapping lick, his full flat tongue pressed against every portion of my swelling, quivering sensitivity before swiping up over my tingly knob with his firm thumb.

  Lord! He knew exaaaaactly what to do, which button to press. I couldn’t take it much longer. I bit my bottom lip and felt ripples of desire build up inside me.

  Another long, slow liiiiiiiick… this one covering every sensitive fiber that screamed with lust along my swollen knob. I ached inside, longing to be filled, longing to be released. As the tip of his tongue made its way to the top edge of my clit, a masterfully pressed thumb pad with the perfect amount of pressure followed suit. One thumb followed the other as they tag teamed, massaging my pleasure bulb until I saw stars. My orgasmic scream cried out like women did in Hollywood sex scenes.

  He licked upwards again, but this time he made his thumbs swipe faster and harder. He felt so amazing I couldn’t help it. My toes curled. My hips bucked; my thighs tightened.

  Wow.

  I had never felt this good before. I panted like an animal in heat. I felt so damn good. There was a fire of pure passion surging through my veins. I couldn’t believe how orgasmic this felt. Chills flooded my skin as my nipples hardened. My inner thighs shook and quivered as his tongue explored my juicy opening and his thumbs massaged my begging, tingling clit.

  His thumbs made faster circles as my rising orgasm approached. I couldn’t hold back. No one had ever gone down on me like this before –

  with so much expertise and creativity. I was rising higher and higher, captive to the pleasure as Ramon’s gentle tongue made light teasing taps along my puffy clit.

  Without warning, I exploded into an orgasm. I rose higher, bursting in ecstasy while not yet coming down from the high. That’s when he took it to another level: He penetrated me his finger, and expertly curved it to hit that magical G-spot.

  I screamed out in passion as my hands gripped the sleeves of his shirt. I swear this was the longest orgasm of my life! It felt like I was having an orgasm with
in an orgasm, all the while my pussy a willing prisoner to his masterful mouth and fingers. This was the most intense sexual experience of my life and I could barely breathe.

  Ramon’s wet tongue never let up. He made swirls around my aching clit and continued applying his special touch deep inside my slick walls. I felt my body spasming, riding those bridges of ecstasy followed by light moments of reprieve.

  Deeper he explored me, curling his finger inside me, using his fat tongue to lap up my juices. He sent tingles all the way up and down my spine. I tossed my head back and forth, biting my lip at his torturous pleasure.

  Deeper and deeper he explored, curling and straightening, curling and straightening, taking my swollen pouty lips into his, sucking, sucking, and sucking my clit before licking and twirling it, intensifying and raising the stakes.

  I rose higher and higher and higher until I saw real fucking stars! They were so bright. Sensation flooded my nerves, taking me to a place I’d never traveled before, a place where all felt still.

  Even then, I continued to rise, higher and higher. I saw pink fluffy clouds as he removed his finger and continued to lightly lick through my orgasm, tasting me like a delicacy. Everything was so soft, so light.

  My entire body shook as he continued to lick me softly, until I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I lightly tapped his arm, pushing him to stop. But he didn’t listen. He continued to lick me a little harder, this time surprising my body and nerves into pushing out one more orgasm. I cried out like a woman in labor. I was giving birth to the most massive orgasm of my life.

  … So that’s what it felt like when my body became prisoner to the sexiest guy alive.

  I opened my mouth, trying to find words to speak, but couldn’t. Instead, I reached for his dark locks as his own hands reached for me and pinned me down. His hands slid all over my body with urgency, as if he couldn’t touch me fast enough. He moved with desperation, like he wanted to touch every part of my body all at once, but couldn’t, so he’d settle for rapid hand grazing.

  “Strip. Now.” I demanded.

  Watching this god undress, I became even slicker and wetter. I didn’t even know that was possible.