“It can’t hurt,” I said, laughing. “You might be surprised how it can win someone over.”
“Really?” he said, arching his brow.
“Really.”
“I think I need to talk to Jagger more.”
“Then let’s stop on the way home and get some dinner for the three of us.”
I pulled out my phone and flipped through the pictures Jagger had sent me, then sent him a text.
Sierra: We’re bring home dinner.
Jagger: What about your hot date?
Sierra: I think he wants dancing lessons.
Jagger: Does this mean you’re not mad at me anymore?
Sierra: I’m always mad at you. I hate you, remember?
Jagger: I hate you too.
***
After the three of us ate dinner in the kitchen, I went to the loft to read. Jagger and Simon stayed downstairs in the family room while Jagger gave Simon tips on women. At one point, I heard the song from Jagger’s video come on and I broke into a laughing fit as I imagined what was going on. With any luck, Jagger would help Simon get Issy’s attention.
At the end of the night, Simon called up to me. I stood at the balcony and waved good-bye to him.
“Looks like he’s a little more confident now,” I said as Jagger came upstairs.
“I taught him a few things.”
He put his hands on either side of me on the railing, locking me in. I looked up, and my breath caught as I gazed into his eyes. His face came close to mine and our lips touched, first delicately, then more demandingly. He bit my bottom lip before his tongue slipped into my mouth, then he pulled away.
“Did you teach him that?”
“There are some things you can’t teach.” He kissed my lips then entered the loft and put the TV on.
He was acting aloof, and I could tell he wasn’t sure what to think. Part of me thought I should just leave him alone and let things be, but I didn’t want to listen to that part.
“I’m surprised you’re not out with one of your friends,” I said.
“I didn’t want to go out.” He was silent for a moment as his jaw clenched. “I’ll leave you alone.” He started walking towards the bedrooms.
“No, wait. You don’t have to leave.”
“You sure? Because you’re confusing the shit out of me.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“I understand how you feel about my enlisting. Trust me, all I’ve gotten is grief about it from everyone. But I’m going.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. You’re going to boot camp in a couple of weeks and all I’ve done is make your time here pretty crappy.”
“No, not at all. Being here with you, even when you’re hating me, has been great. All these years I thought I knew you, but I didn’t. I’m glad that changed. I know I only have a couple of weeks left before I go away, but there’s nothing more that I want than to spend that time with you.”
Taking my hand, he led me to the couch. He pushed my hair back over my shoulder then stroked my cheek.
“Can we forget about all the bad stuff and start over?”
“It doesn’t change the fact that I’m leaving. You know I don’t want anything serious.”
“I don’t either,” I lied. “I don’t want to get attached to you knowing that you’re leaving. Especially for the Navy. What if something–“
“Shh, don’t say that,” he said.
“Okay then. Let’s make the most of these two weeks and forget about what happens after. Like I said last night, we won’t think about it.”
He looked away and was quiet before he started shaking his head.
“No, I know you can’t do that. And I don’t know that I want to.”
“I can do it if you can,” I said.
He sat back and pulled me close to him as he stroked my hair. I listened to his heartbeat as I waited for his answer.
“Okay, so for the rest of the time I’m here, there won’t be any talk about how much time is left or where I’m going. Is there anything else off limits?”
“Nothing I can think of,” I said.
“So I can tell you how hard you make me or how badly I want to lick you until you come and that’s alright?”
My cheeks burned. I kept my face down, not wanting him to see the effect he had on me.
“Well, if that’s what you want to talk about, I guess I’ll just have to let you.”
“Maybe later, after our movie,” he said as he pointed to the TV.
On the screen, Woody Allen was talking about the end of his relationship with his girlfriend Annie Hall.
“That’s our movie?” I asked with a laugh.
“It’s always on whenever we make up.” He leaned closer to me and kissed my shoulder.
“But we’ve only watched it once together.”
“So then this will be the second time, and we’re making up so now whenever you get mad at me, I’ll have to make sure I find it.” His eyes wrinkled as he grinned, but then slowly his face grew serious. “I’ll do whatever you want. I just need to know you’re okay with this. Nothing is going to change my mind. In two weeks, I’m leaving for Recruit Training. You have to tell me you’re okay with that.”
Could I be okay with him leaving in two weeks for the Navy? Could I be okay with never seeing him again? The answer was a huge NO. But I wasn’t going to tell him that. If all I could have was two weeks with him, then I would take it. The only thing I was sure about was that I wanted to be with him as much as I could until he left. I was tired of obsessing over his pictures on my phone, I wanted the real deal.
“I’m okay with it,” I said.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Are you always such a pain in my ass?”
“In your ass? Now you want anal? You really move fast.”
“Asshole,” I said, laughing. I sat up and moved away from him.
“Right, that’s what I said. Anal.”
He smirked as he jumped on top of me. I grabbed a throw pillow and hit him on the head with it.
“Can’t you ever be serious?” I asked.
“If we’re being serious, then I want you to take the night to think about it.”
“I don’t need to think about it. Plus I thought we weren’t thinking.”
“Promise me you’ll think about it tonight” he said. “I don’t want you to change your mind.”
“Okay, I promise.”
“You promise I get to have your ass?”
“No! You really can’t be serious, can you?”
“I am serious. You’re just being a tease.”
I sat up, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we watched the movie. I didn’t need any more time to think, but he was right, maybe I would feel different in the morning.
~ Ten ~
Sierra
As I stared at the ceiling, I wished we hadn’t come home so early. I would have liked to spend more time on Oahu, especially after what happened between us.
It killed me that he was leaving in two weeks, but I understood why he didn’t want any attachments. The truth was I didn’t want any either. I wanted nothing to get in the way of culinary school. But I couldn’t deny that there was something about Jagger that made me want to change my mind.
Grabbing my phone, I flipped through the photos he sent me and then watched each of the videos in order. They were just like him, funny and sexy.
I rolled over and tried to fall asleep, but my mind kept going back to him. The thought of him being in the next room didn’t help. As I closed my eyes, my phone lit up and Jagger’s name appeared on the screen.
Jagger: You still up?
Sierra: Yes.
Jagger: Do you know what a time out is?
Sierra: Like in sports?
Jagger: Yeah. What if we took a time out from reality? In the time out, we can pretend that two weeks will never come and we’ll never talk or think about it. When time’s in, everything goes back to normal. What do you think?
>
Sierra: I think I want a time out.
As soon as I hit ‘send,’ there was a knock on my door. I opened it to find Jagger standing in his boxers.
“Time out,” he said.
He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as we kissed hungrily. He carried me to the bed and pushed the blankets aside as he put me down.
“I need to taste you again,” he said. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
He pushed my shirt up to expose my stomach, then kissed my belly button. Moving his lips to my hip, he bit me as he yanked my panties off. I jerked and giggled as he raised an eyebrow at me.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” I said.
“You’re ticklish. I like that.”
Pulling my legs onto his shoulders, he tugged me to the edge of the bed. His lips brushed against my inner thigh before he sucked and nipped me.
“Ow!” I wiggled and laughed, but he held me in place.
“Which is it? An ow or a laugh?” he asked as his hand slowly rubbed my sex.
“Oh I...”
“You what?”
“Can’t. Think.”
“Good.”
His tongue slid over my wetness, to my nub as his hands held my hips. As his lips closed over me, my body began trembling.
“You’re close, aren’t you? I want to watch you come,” he said as his finger slid into me.
“Uh huh.”
He curved his finger inside me like he did the night before, and my body shook even more. His other hand slid up my stomach, pushing my shirt up further to reveal my breasts. He pinched one of my nipples then rubbed it against the palm of his hand.
I felt out of control. I couldn’t take it much longer. My body was moving like it had a mind of its own as it tensed up. I gasped, and then suddenly I let go and climaxed.
Jagger was standing at the edge of the bed, still between my legs. He watched as I responded to every movement of his hand until he slowed so I could catch my breath. I reached over to grab a pillow and threw it at him.
“Stop staring at me,” I said.
I grabbed another pillow and covered my face, but he pulled it away.
“Don’t cover up. You’re gorgeous and when you come, it’s just wow.” He climbed into bed next to me and cupped my cheek before kissing me.
“You’re just saying that.”
“No, I’m not. I’d never lie about something like that.” Jagger took off his boxers and tossed them onto the floor. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.”
“I think I have an idea,” I said as I touched his erection gently.
“It’s not going to break.”
He grinned and I pulled my hand away for a second, then put it back. As I moved my hand along his shaft, he put his hand over mine and guided me.
“Will it hurt?” I whispered. “You know, when we...”
“Do it? No, not if you’re wet enough. Haven’t you ever done it before?”
“Of course,” I said with a laugh, trying to act like I’d done it a hundred times before.
“Oh yeah? How many?”
“Umm…one.”
“One? Oh geez, and I bet it sucked.”
I laughed. “It was okay, I guess.”
“Well, I promise I’ll be better.”
He reached to the floor and I heard something crinkle. When he lay back on his back beside me, he held a condom between his fingers.
“I’m going to ruin you for all other men,” he said with a half smile.
“You are so cocky.”
“Can’t help it, I have a big cock.”
He looked into my eyes, and he wasn’t joking anymore. His hand caressed my cheek as it slid into my hair before his lips closed over mine.
As his hand moved down my body, his mouth closed over my breasts and he sucked each until my nipples were stiff. With his fingers pressing against my wetness, he looked up at me and smiled.
“I love how wet you get,” he said
He ripped open the condom and slid it on. His lips closed over mine as his cock rubbed over my wetness. I felt the pressure of his tip against my entrance as he continued to kiss me.
“I’ll go slow. Let me know if it hurts,” he whispered.
His manhood pushed inside my pussy and I gasped. His eyes were full of concern and I nodded, letting him know I was okay.
“That’s not all of it,” he said as he thrust slowly.
My eyes widened as he pushed further into me. It didn’t hurt, but it heightened everything he did. My breathing quickened as he moved my hands over my head and held them.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned before moving his hips faster.
Each movement pushed me closer towards the edge. I didn’t think about what we were doing or that I always thought I should be in love, I was only responding to my body’s desires. A moan escaped my lips.
He pulled my thigh up, entering me deeper. I cried out in pleasure as I dug my nails into his back.
“I’m close,” I whispered.
As his cock thrust into me faster, my pussy tightened around him as the wave of release hit me. I quivered underneath him as he squeezed my hands tightly as he came.
We lay there, panting in each other’s arms. He kissed me tenderly then pressed his nose against mine before collapsing beside me.
I thought about the things we had discussed, and there was something I was curious about.
“You never told me how many women you’ve been with,” I said.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said as he moved to his side, facing me.
“Why not? You know how many men I’ve been with.”
“We’re still on time out, right?”
“Yes.”
“It doesn’t matter because I don’t think I’ll ever meet someone I want to fuck as much as I want you.”
***
A couple days later, we were making sandwiches for lunch when Jagger came up from behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed my neck and whispered into my ear.
“Time out.”
“Here?”
“Why not here? Why not everywhere? But that’s not what I meant.”
“Then what’s the time out for?”
“Because I was just thinking.”
“There’s no thinking in time out.”
“I know, but we’ve been playing house now for a few days and…never mind.”
“No, you can’t do that. What were you going to say?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s not a good idea.”
“We’re in time out, remember?”
“I was just thinking about how happy you make me.”
“I do?”
He nodded and buried his face in my hair.
“And I will do whatever it takes to make you happy, too.”
I turned around to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“How did you go from being such a prick to being a sweetheart?”
“Maybe I just needed you to straighten me out. Or maybe you just needed some of my prick.” He smirked.
“And just like that, you ruined it.”
“Ruined it? I made it better.”
“I hate you,” I said, laughing.
“I hate you more,” he said before kissing me.
***
For the next week, Jagger and I had time outs almost everywhere in the house. And even late one night in the pool. But after our parents got home from their honeymoon, things changed. We never felt our being together was bad even though we were now stepbrother and stepsister, but we didn’t think they’d feel the same way.
One afternoon, I was in the laundry room when Jagger came in and closed the door behind him. He gave me a half smile, his go-to move, and I knew what was coming next.
“Time out,” he said as he cocked his brow.
“No,” I hissed. “They’re right downstairs. What if someone comes up?”
“I can show you what’s up and t
ell you who’s going to come.” He unzipped his jeans.
I pulled him closer, but then remembered we weren't alone.
“Dammit, no, we can’t,” I said. “Maybe if they go out later, but I don’t want to get caught.”
“That’s part of the fun. Remember the coat check at the hotel?”
“Of course I do, but this is different.”
“Fine, you take the fun out of everything.”
He grinned and zipped up his jeans, then placed his hands on my neck as his lips covered mine. Our tongues moved against each other, and for a moment I forgot we weren’t alone in the house anymore.
“Sierra,” Mom called out from downstairs. “Are you doing a white wash? I have something that can go in there.”
I sighed as Jagger opened the laundry room door.
“Time in,” I said with a sigh.
Later that night, after our parents had gone to bed, Jagger let himself into my room.
“What are you doing here?” I whispered.
“It’s bedtime. We sleep together.”
“I want that too, but we can’t.”
“Yes, we can. I’ll go back to my room before they wake up.” He kissed then nibbled my neck. “What do you think?”
“I think I miss our time outs. Time out.”
He pulled my nightie off me, then quickly stepped out of his boxers. As I climbed onto the bed, he smacked my ass playfully.
“Hey! What was that for?”
“Shh, quiet, remember?
I rolled onto my back, and he pulled my panties off with one quick tug.
“You won’t be needing these,” he said as he climbed into bed.
He slid his arm under my head and brought me closer to him. His eyes looked sad as they met mine. He didn’t have to say what he was thinking, he couldn’t anyway, we were in time out. But I was horribly aware that our time was ticking down. Time out or not, our relationship had an expiration date.
“I know what you’re thinking, and you know that’s not allowed,” he said before kissing me tenderly.
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