Burn: Dragon Shifter Romance

by Ava Frost

  He looked at me and laughed. “No, not particularly.”

  “Great,” I said, setting the bottle back down. “You can wash up in my bathroom, if you’d like, before we do it again.”

  He slipped his boxers back off and laughed. “I think I was really wrong about you,” he said.

  “You think?” I asked.

  I took one last swig and I followed him into the shower. We had sex twice more, once in the shower and then once after that when I woke up in the morning. He left to go home and I decided that I wouldn’t go into the office that day.

  I’d put in enough work during the previous night.

  Chapter 7

  Kevin

  I sipped my coffee and pushed the door of Jillian’s office space open with my foot. I had my laptop bag tucked underneath my arm and a greasy bag of goodness from Jay’s Deli in my other hand. Jillian was on the phone but she watched me walk over to my desk and sit down.

  The last two weeks had been nothing short of fantastic. Work a little, fuck quite a bit. The ratio was more than I could have ever hoped for. And we were actually more productive than ever here at work. Everything was completely professional. We didn’t even mention our outside of work escapades. It was like we’d never even had sex here. Here we’re just boss and employee, the way it should be.

  I booted up my laptop while I ate a bagel and answered a few e-mails before checking on the site to see whether I had any system messages. I worked out an interfacing problem and blotted out everything else to get to the root of the problem. I didn’t even notice that Jillian had gotten off the phone.

  I didn’t notice her until she spun my rolling chair around. I looked up at her.

  She squatted down between my thighs. “Don’t worry about me,” she said as she unbuttoned my pants. “Go ahead and finish your bagel.”

  I grinned and picked my bagel back up. The interface could wait.

  THE END

  Desired By My Stepbrother

  Chapter 1

  Emma looked around the bookstore. The store was huge and it was a busy day. The worst day for a coffee lunch date. Her stepbrother, Jeff, was waiting for her somewhere, but she didn’t see him anywhere in café. Emma was still in college at 23 and Jeff was going to turn 33 later that year, but they’d gotten along pretty well when her mother starting dating his father.

  It had been more of a cordial relationship from afar. Best not to start spilling family secrets to each other just because their parents were dating. And Emma hadn’t paid much attention anyway. She was gone, living on campus, so who her mother dated didn’t really affect her life too much.

  It was none of her business who her mom was dating and besides she seemed happy. But when they’d married within the same year and moved in together, Emma found herself on the short end of the stick, really trying to learn things about her new stepfather and her new stepbrother, who was a successful graphic artist. She as going into the technology field, so not much to talk about there, but he had a great sense of humor and was really socially immature for his age.

  That might have been part of the reason he was unmarried, because it certainly wasn’t his looks. He was strapping, and at 33, he still looked like he could walk onto a basketball court or a football field or a baseball diamond and keep up with the guys at her college. He was handsome, like his father, a strong jaw with intelligent and playful brown eyes and a thick head of hair that wouldn’t thin anytime soon.

  And he was tall…which made it all the more ridiculous that she couldn’t find him.

  Emma was no slouch herself. She’d played softball through high school and she accredited her perfect thighs and ass to the squats and running drills she’d had to do. In college she frequented the gym and played ultimate Frisbee as much as possible.

  Her mom had given her good looks, bright blue eyes, a long head of blonde hair, a gorgeous smile, and honestly, she was pretty sure her mom could sport the no-bra look as well as any of her college friends.

  Emma broke out of her thoughts and looked around a corner. Where the hell was Jeff?

  She pulled her phone out to call him and someone tapped on her shoulder. She turned, and saw Jeff looking down at her with a devious smile on his face.

  “Have you been following me around the store this whole time?”

  “Maybe,” Jeff said, the smile still on his face. She looked at him angrily and smacked him on the arm. He laughed and held his arms out for a hug.

  She let him wrap her up in his arms before he pulled her off the ground a bit. She giggled. “Let me go, ass.”

  “Speaking of ass, could those shorts be any tighter? I think not.”

  She looked at him. It wasn’t like Jeff to say things like that. “I can wear what I want.”

  “I didn’t say that,” Jeff said. “I’m just wondering whether you have enough water bottles for all the thirsty guys following you around.”

  “I think you might need one,” she said, poking his nose with her finger.

  “I drank plenty before you got here,” Jeff shot back, following her to the café.

  She sat down after he ordered. He scratched his beard before resting his elbow on the table and leaning against it. She looked back at him. “What?” she asked.

  “Nothing,” he answered, looking past her for a moment.

  “What?” she asked, kicking his leg under the table.

  “I was thinking about how beautiful you look. You look like your mom.”

  Emma looked at him quizzically for a moment. Jeff never paid her this many compliments and as much as she loved to hear it, it was still strange.

  “Are you hitting on your stepsister? Because I would remind you, sir, that this isn’t a porno.”

  Jeff laughed and scratched his beard. “No, no, no,” he said. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I was just saying that because I was thinking about you the other day. I hadn’t seen you in while and I thought I’d check up on you. I thought maybe coffee would be a great way to catch up. Basic girls like yourself love Starbucks, so—”

  She kicked him in the shin and he laughed. “That hurt!”

  “Basic girls like myself? Aren’t you too old to talk like that?”

  “No. I could pass for twenty-something,” Jeff said.

  Emma crossed her arms and leaned back in the chair. He blinked at her for a moment and then leaned forward. “Hell no,” he said. “Am I…am I old?”

  “You’re going to be thirty-three. Statistically, you should be married by now.”

  “By what statistics?”

  “My own. I just ran the numbers.”

  “Batman?”

  Jeff turned and Emma rolled her eyes. The girl at the counter was looking at Jeff. She had two Starbucks cups in front of her. Jeff got up and grabbed both the coffees, bringing them back to the table.

  He slid one slowly to Emma. “You ordered as Batman?”

  “Is that a problem?” he asked.

  “No, I guess not,” Emma said, sipping the hot coffee. Jeff scooted his chair closer to the table as he did, a kid ran by, jostling the table. His coffee spilled on his lap and thighs and with a grunt, he jumped up from his seat. Emma was dumbstruck by the situation, looking on in a panic as he hopped about, drawing the attention of everyone in the café.

  The kid looked back to see what had happened and his mother, who was on her phone, looked mortified.

  “Josh! What the hell?”

  Jeff was rubbing his legs, which were soaked. Emma got to her feet as Jeff gritted his teeth. Coffee burns were serious and although he’d asked for ice to be put in his, she knew it was still very hot.

  “Holy sharks,” he muttered.

  “I’m so sorry,” the mother said, holding the phone to her chest. “I’m so sorry.”

  “It was an accident,” Jeff said, cutting her off. “I feel worse about whoever has to clean it up.”

  “Are you okay, do you need to go to the hospital?”

  Jeff shook his head. “Me strong,” he
said, flexing his arms.

  Emma rolled her eyes. He was definitely playing off the amount of pain he was in.

  “Jeff, we need to go and get that looked at pronto,” Emma said, grabbing his wrist.

  “I’ve got burn cream at my place,” he said, hobbling towards the door as the barista moved to clean up the mess.

  “Don’t worry, I don’t plan to sue!” he called back to the barista and the woman scolding her child as he gave them a thumbs-up.

  Emma led him outside. He fished his keys out of his pocket and started up his Camaro from across the street. “Sorry the lunch date ended like this but I’ve got to douse my legs in burn cream.”

  “Ended? I’m coming back to your place, idiot.”

  “You don’t have to,” he said.

  “Shut up and get in your car. I’ll meet you there.”

  Chapter 2

  Emma pushed open his front door and Jeff heaved himself onto the couch. “Okay,” she said. “Get your pants off and that shirt, too, your stomach is probably burned.”

  “Are you serious? I’m not ten. I can do it myself. Me big boy. Me strong.”

  “Shut up and do it,” Emma said as she walked back to his bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet. The burn cream was something weird and made by some organic company she’d never heard of. Obviously, Jeff burned himself quite a bit.

  When she walked back in the living room, Jeff was on his feet, pulling his shirt off, his strong back flexing, the tattoos there, undulating on top of the muscle. She paused for a moment and he turned towards her.

  She looked past his chiseled chest and the plains of his hard abs to the burn above his belt buckle.

  “See, I told you,” she said. “Get your pants off.”

  “Seriously, this is embarrassing,” he said. “Emma, just give me the burn cream.”

  “Take off your damn pants or I’ll tell your neighbors you wet the bed.”

  Jeff blinked at her for a moment and she coughed into her hand. “Just take your pants off, damn it.”

  He sighed, unbuckling his belt and pulling his wet pants down. His thighs were reddening from the coffee and his boxers were soaked.

  “Shit,” he muttered. “Go put on a towel and come back out here.”

  “Emma, I’m gonna kill you if you don’t give me that burn cream.”

  “Do it, you dinkus. You can’t put it on correctly if you can’t see what you’re putting it on.”

  He groaned, walking quickly to the bathroom and coming back out in a white towel.

  “Sit down, put the towel over your junk and I’ll make it quick.”

  He sat down and she opened the container, rubbing some on his stomach as she squatted in front of him. “Ow,” he hissed.

  “See?” she asked, before moving to his thigh. He shifted the towel so she could get to it, rubbing the cream in slowly. He let his head fall back and relax.

  “I feel like I’m at a spa that uses Vick’s VapoRub or something.”

  “Shut up,” Emma murmured as her hand traveled further up his thigh. His leg twitched as her hand moved over the sensitive nerves there. She did the same thing to the other thigh, slowly massaging it before suddenly, Jeff’s head snapped back up and he lurched away from her hand.

  “What?” she asked. “Did it hurt?”

  “No,” he said, shaking his head. “I just…I…thanks. I think that’s enough.”

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, looking him over.

  “Nothing,” he said again, gripping the bunched towel against his crotch. “Did you get a hard-on?” she asked.

  He looked mortified. “Emma, I’m sorry, it just happened—”

  “It’s okay. It’s not like I haven’t seen one before. Sit back down.”

  “I’m kind of uncomfortable now,” he said.

  “Sit down and let me finish and then you can take care of it—” She cut herself off and silence bloomed. “That came out wrong,” she said quickly.

  “Yeah. I see,” he said. “Quickly, then?”

  “Quickly,” she answered, as he carefully sat back down, holding the towel against his crotch. She massaged the cream into the redness on his other thigh.

  “Jeff,” she said, looking up at him. “Just move your hand.”

  He sighed and she gave him a stern look. He finally just moved his hand out of the way and let her slip her hand underneath the towel to his inner thigh.

  Emma tried to keep her eyes off the tented towel a few inches from her face, but it was pulsing just a bit as her hands worked closer and closer, further up his thigh. Jeff opened his mouth to say something, but Emma was breathing a little too hard to notice.

  “Emma,” Jeff finally said, his voice a little uneven.

  Her hand gently slipped over his scrotum, cupping his balls. He jerked back from her hand, trying to get up. Emma gripped his hard shaft, holding him motionless.

  “What are you doing?” he whispered, his hands hovering near her shoulders, wanting to stop her, but not wanting to stop her. She stroked him slowly for a few moments and he shuddered, letting a breath out.

  “Oh god,” he whispered. “Emma, stop. What are you doing?”

  “What you want me to do,” she said, looking up at him, her eyes wide and innocent, hiding the lust she felt for him.

  “This is wrong,” Jeff whispered hoarsely. When had his mouth gotten so dry?

  “Emma this is wrong.”

  She pushed the towel off of him, exposing his erection and taking in a breath. She’d known by the tented towel that Jeff was well endowed, but that didn’t necessarily do him justice. She stroked him, teasing his head before she leaned forward, opening her mouth.

  “Wait!” Jeff hissed, his palm against her forehead, preventing her from dipping any lower. She looked up at him, not trying to move his hand, just simply waiting. Jeff sat frozen, his heart beating hard, his mind racing. This was so wrong. There was no way he could explain this. There was no way he could justify it.

  He had wanted her. He’d wanted her for a long time. Since their time together, trying to get to know each other as family had slowly become something else. He wondered whether she’d felt it too, and had chosen to show him in this way. Whatever the reason she was doing it, Jeff realized he no longer had the heart to hold back his attraction to her.

  He gripped her face in his large hands, bringing her up towards him as he leaned down to kiss her. She continued to stroke his cock as they passionately kissed. Jeff felt blood rushing in his ears. His skin was so hot, his palms were so sweaty. He felt nervous, manic, and so sensitive to her light touch.

  She broke away from the kiss and slipped down, opening her mouth and taking him in. He groaned, his hips trembling as Emma tried her best to open her mouth wide enough to take him to the root. He was too thick. She backed off, licking him with her tongue while she held him in her open mouth, hot wet breaths tickling his balls.

  She moved down again and Jeff let his head fall back. This was too good. There was no way he could take much more of it.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, stroking her hair as she used her hands to twist up and down his shaft as she worked. Her eyes were closed. She was just moving with the rhythm. “Oh my god, baby,” he moaned as she moved a hand down to massage his balls.

  She looked up at him once and the need in her eyes mirrored his own. He gripped a fistful of her hair and pushed her head down. She closed her eyes and let him push her head down gently, her tongue out to help him slide deep into her mouth, bumping against her throat. She jerked back and coughed a little and Jeff groaned again.

  “You’re so hard,” she whispered, pumping him with her slick fingers. He felt like he was going to burst any second. “Emma—”

  “Do it,” she whispered, sucking on his swollen head while she pumped him into her mouth.

  “Oh my god,” he hissed, his chest heaving, stomach flexing. His hips started trembling again and he let out a grunt as pleasure rose from somewhere deep. Emma made a noise as she felt
him harden even more, hardening past the point of no return. His hips bucked up and he let out an explosive sigh as orgasm overtook him. It felt like all his muscles wanted to roll up. He shut his eyes fiercely as Emma wrangled his jerking cock, while his hips jerked.

  He flooded her mouth but she still managed to swallow him. When his orgasm subsided, Jeff opened his eyes and looked down at Emma. She still had him clutched in one hand. She licked her lips and stood up.

  “Emma,” he started, not sure of what to say. She didn’t look like she wanted to talk.

  “Maybe that’ll help you keep your mind off the burns?” she asked, picking up her purse.

  He looked at her and smiled uncomfortably, grateful that she’d tried to defuse the awkwardness of the situation.

  “Wait,” he said suddenly. She stopped at the door, looking back at him. “You’re not going to let me return the favor?” he asked. “I feel…horrible, leaving it like this.”

  She looked at his crotch.

  “You’re right. Go take a shower. I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

  Jeff looked up at her as she opened his front door. “I’ll talk to you later,” she said, winking at him as she shut the door behind herself.

  Chapter 3

  As soon as the door was closed, she stood on the concrete outside his apartment and silently screamed in her head. She couldn’t believe she’d sucked her stepbrother’s cock, and enjoyed it so much. Her panties would probably squish on the way back to her car, but she didn’t care.

  She knew that that was exactly what Jeff had wanted. She was surprised he even made an effort to stop her. Her, on her knees, doing that to him, was just her way of letting him know that she’d wanted him as much as he wanted her, all this time.

  She walked quickly back to her car after checking whether her pussy juice had soaked through her shorts. It hadn’t.

  ******

  Her mother called on the way home and Emma struggled to not sound like she’d been sucking her stepbrother’s cock. It was insane to think that her mother even had an idea of what had occurred that day, but Emma was still afraid. Maybe her mom could smell sperm on her breath?