Mask - A Stepbrother Romance

by Daire, Caitlin

  Stamp collection? Ha. Sasha was so adorably nerdy.

  “Well, okay. I guess I can show you for a minute,” Sasha said.

  I heard their footsteps approaching the bedroom door, and then the knob turned.

  “So, this is your room, huh? I…”

  Jason began to speak, but his sentence abruptly ended when he saw me on the bed. Sasha’s mouth dropped open, and she gave me such a look of shocked fury that I honestly thought I’d turn into a pillar of salt.

  I feigned a surprised expression and waved at them with one hand, dangling the handcuffs from the other. “Hey, Sash, I didn’t know you were bringing Jason over tonight,” I said in the most innocent voice I could muster up. “We said we’d discuss orgies beforehand, remember? But it’s okay, I’ve got enough for everyone. Are we filming this one, by the way?”

  Speaking of filming, I desperately wished I had a camera right now to capture the expression on Sasha’s face.

  “Logan, what the…”

  She was cut off by Jason. “What the fuck, Sasha? You brought me up here for a threesome with your stepbrother?”

  “I…no! Of course not! I didn’t…”

  Jason held his hands up, cutting her off again. “Fuck this, I’m outta here. I had no idea you were into this kinda stuff. I gotta give you credit, though, you played the innocent card really well.”

  “Jason, it’s not what you think. It’s just Logan being a friggin’ asshole!”

  Sasha tried to explain, but Jason had already dashed out of the room and was probably running to his car at full speed by now. Sasha ran out of the room as well, and I heard muffled voices coming from downstairs near the front door before Jason’s car started up and took off.

  Sasha stormed back upstairs a few minutes later, her face like thunder.

  “Do you think that was actually funny?” she said. Her face was red with rage. “You ruined my night! He’ll probably never speak to me again!”

  I picked up my shirt and pulled it back on as she continued her tirade. “How dare you do this to me? What the hell is your problem? God knows what he’ll tell everyone tomorrow...ugh, I’m seriously going to kill you!”

  “Look, Jason’s a fucking dick, Sasha. He’s not worth your effort and time. Save it for someone better,” I said, trying to excuse my behavior. I was actually starting to feel bad for ruining her night, though. As much as I couldn’t stand Jason, she’d obviously been excited to be with him, and now that I was thinking about it, I really had taken the prank too far.

  She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re way more of a dick than him. Let me decide for myself who’s worth my time and who’s not. And stay the hell out of my way from now on,” she hissed.

  I stood up and approached her. “I might be a dick, but he’s worse, trust me. That guy is nothing but a sleazeball jerk who would’ve broken your heart,” I said.

  “And what about you? You wouldn’t do the same to me?” she asked.

  She clapped a hand over her mouth a second later, as if she knew she’d said something she shouldn’t have. She kept staring at me, shaking with rage, and then she turned and stormed back out of the room.

  Fuck. I’d really screwed things up now, and she’d probably never speak to me again. But what had she meant when she said those last words of hers? You wouldn’t do the same to me? Was she saying she thought I’d break her heart? If so, there was only one reason she would’ve ever considered that—she’d actually thought about being with me. Jesus.

  I knew it wasn’t the right time to go after her, so I watched her walk away as I contemplated my next move to try and get her to be mine.

  Absolutely nothing came to mind.

  Chapter 9

  Sasha

  Asshole. Asshole. Asshole.

  I wanted to scream until my head exploded. Logan had driven me crazy tonight…absolutely bitch-crazy. I’d actually had to leave the house and hang out in the backyard near the pool to cool off, because I was so mad that I knew I’d probably kick him to death if I stayed inside. The stunt he’d pulled was beyond any kind of justification.

  However, what surprised—and embarrassed—me the most was that when I’d seen him shirtless and lying on my bed, I’d been unbelievably turned on. My first reaction had been a physical sensation of heat and wetness exploding between my legs, and for a few seconds, I’d almost forgotten Jason was with me. It was a sight I’d never forget—Logan Ryder, half-naked and in my bed.

  Get a grip, Sasha! He humiliated you, I told myself.

  I’d had a fairly decent time with Jason at dinner. I hadn’t felt much of a spark between us—not like the spark I’d once felt with Logan—but it was early days yet, and I’d been looking forward to spending some more time with him and seeing where things led between us…before Logan had gone and messed it all up.

  No. He can’t just walk in and ruin everything in my life.

  I’d had enough. He’d screwed up whatever chance I had with Jason, and now I wanted a real explanation from him. Earlier, he’d given me some half-assed crap about Jason being a douche, and that wasn’t good enough.

  Determined, I stormed back into the house and rapped on Logan’s bedroom door. He opened it only seconds later.

  “Why did you do that?” I asked, barging into his room.

  He rubbed his chin and looked at me with a bemused expression on his handsome face. “Look, I’m sorry. Really. I know I went too far. Maybe not as far as a snake in the shower, but definitely too far.”

  “Well, thanks for the apology, but I asked you why you did it,” I said, narrowing my eyes and ignoring his joke about the snake prank.

  “I told you already. When I say he’s not good for you, please take my word for it. I know that guy, Sasha. I’ve seen him fuck over dozens of girls. He acts all sweet and loving at first, and then the minute he gets sex...he’s out of there for good. I know I was a dick, but I also know I’m saving you from getting hurt by a person who doesn’t deserve your feelings,” he said. “Think about it…if he hadn’t tried to get up in your bedroom tonight, I wouldn’t have been able to screw it up for you by being in there, would I?”

  I absolutely hated to admit it…but he actually had a point. Jason had been pushing hard to get into my bedroom earlier tonight, and deep down, I’d known his excuse about wanting to see my childhood stamp collection had been bullcrap. I’d pushed aside those feelings at the time because I’d wanted so badly to believe he was right for me.

  I didn’t want to give Logan the satisfaction of knowing that, though.

  “Then who is good enough for me, Logan? Does a guy have to be the king of the universe for you to think he’s good enough?”

  My eyes widened as he grabbed my arms. “No,” he growled. “He just has to be me.”

  “Y...you?” I choked out.

  “Yes. I mean, maybe I’m not good enough for you, because in all likelihood no one is. But contrary to what you think, I care about you and that’s why I pulled that stunt. I didn’t want you to get hurt, all right? I’m not saying I‘m better than other guys. But I am saying that I’d never fucking cheat on you or hurt you. Ever.”

  I stood there in shock, staring up at him. Where the hell had that speech come from? He actually liked me? He cared about me and thought I was too good for any man in the world? This was the first I was hearing about it.

  “Logan, I…”

  I didn’t even know what to say. He must’ve read my mind, because he took a step closer to me and then spoke again. “You don’t need to say anything. You can just walk away if you’d like to, and if you want, we’ll pretend like none of this ever happened. I can respect that. But if you stay, you’re gonna have to deal with the fact that I’m about to kiss you.”

  My mouth instantly dried up, and my panties did the exact opposite.

  “So, you have about three seconds to walk away. Three….two…”

  Logan inched closer with each word, and by the time he reached the number one, I knew what my decision w
ould be.

  I was staying.

  Before I could change my mind, his lips were on mine and he was kissing me with fiery passion as wanton need exploded between my legs. His mouth moved roughly against mine, tongue dancing with my own as it slid between my lips, and I moaned into his mouth. God, this was wrong. Our parents were out at yet another political event, and they could be home any minute. They could catch us doing this any minute.

  Screw it.

  I let go of the thoughts and kept kissing him back like crazy; channeling all my anger towards him into the embrace.

  His hands slid up, resting on the sides of my face, and his kiss became softer, as if he wanted to savor my mouth—like he was afraid this would be the one and only time we kissed. I let my hands roam over his strong muscular back, and he muttered as I stroked and caressed his warm skin.

  “Fuck…you taste like heaven,” he muttered as we broke the kiss and tried to catch our breath only moments later.

  His lips stayed close to my skin, and his hands traced down my back as he pulled me closer to him. I looked into his eyes, dilated and burning with desire, and I could practically see myself naked in his pupils.

  Oh god…this was really happening.

  I was about to sleep with my stepbrother.

  Chapter 10

  Logan

  Oh, fuck.

  What the hell was I thinking? This was insane—I was actually kissing Sasha, and it was better than I could’ve ever imagined. I’d always thought she was hot as hell, but tasting her was on another level entirely. She had sweet, cherry-flavored lips, and fuck, it was amazing. A fire sprang to life in my stomach, and my brain unhelpfully added something that I didn’t want to hear. Your parents are married. This is so, so wrong. You should stop before it goes too far.

  I was about to pull back and do what was right, but then Sasha let out an involuntary moan and tossed her head back in a fit of passion, and damn, if that wasn’t the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen, then I didn’t know what was.

  My cock stood to attention, desperate to escape the confines of my jeans. In its bid to do so, it completely switched off my brain, only letting one more thought through.

  This is wrong…but so right.

  Once those words ran through my head, I was done. There was no turning back for me. The fact that this was so taboo and so naughty had me running fucking wild. Everything else vanished into nothing—the situation surrounding us, our family, even the room. It was all just me and her; anger turning into something new, something sexy, something wonderful.

  Something I’d never experienced before.

  She pushed her body hard up against mine, and a tingling anticipation flooded through my veins. I felt her hands wrap tightly around my neck as my kisses traveled down her throat, showing me that she was just as lost as I was.

  My hands began to make their way up and down her body, finally exploring what I’d fantasized about for far too long. My imagination had done her no favors. Her body was mind-blowing; soft and curvaceous in all the right places, and my heart was almost pounding out of my chest at the thought of being inside her. Could it really happen? I hoped to fucking god that it could, because if she stopped me now, I might just die.

  Her skin was glistening, perspiring with all that was about to come. Mine was the same; covered in a fierce, excited sweat. I watched one small droplet fall down between her plump breasts, and it drove me nuts.

  Unable to take it anymore, and fully knowing that there was no turning back now, I slammed her body up against the nearest wall. At first, I thought she was going to go crazy at me for pushing her too far; for making this more real than it had been up until this point, but she simply kissed me again with all the fiery passion of someone who was seriously pissed off and thrilled at the same time.

  Angry sex with my stepsister—apparently that was where we were at now. Holy fucking shit…I couldn’t have asked for anything better.

  She tugged on my shirt, and I responded by yanking it over my head, finishing the job for her before meeting her eyes for just a few seconds. There was a real sense of rage there, burning just beneath the surface, but it was combined with a deeper sensuality; one that was sending prickles of desire all through my body.

  “I want you so fucking bad,” I murmured, needing her to know how I felt in this moment. There was no room for misunderstanding or error here. There was just too much at stake.

  She responded by digging her nails into my back and pulling me closer for an even more intense kiss. Taking this as confirmation, I edged my fingers under the hem of her top and stroked her soft curves, then moved down to the waistband of her jeans. I slowly unbuttoned them and pushed them down as her chest rose and fell in heavy, wanton breaths, and I slid my hand into her panties, needing to feel how much she wanted me. It was all well and good that she was showing me with her actions, but there was no way her body would betray her. The truth lay in her panties, and we both knew it.

  As I traced my fingers along the lace that I discovered, I felt her tremble just a little under the power of my touch. That made me feel fucking amazing, and I wanted more.

  I pulled back to look at her, rubbing my other hand over the curves of her ass as I slowly peeled the panties to one side. I locked my eyes with hers and didn’t break contact at all, not even when she started to bite her lip, trying to keep the passionate moans inside. Not even when I slipped a finger inside of her, and not even when I felt how wet and ready she was. I almost buckled at the knees as I felt just how tight and warm she was, but I kept my eyes trained on her face as my thumb grazed over her swollen clit. I needed to know just how her features looked as she contorted in pleasure.

  “Oh, fuck,” she gasped. “Oh, god…”

  I slipped another finger inside her, moving my other hand up to cup her breasts. The silky fabric of her top was still in the way, so I finally moved my hands away from her to pull it off. If we were going to do this, I wanted to see her naked and begging for it. I had no idea how she really felt about me—especially since she’d just been on that date with that asshole Jason—and I needed to make the absolute most of this, just in case it never happened again.

  As I tossed her top to the side, I drank in her gorgeous body. Her white lace panties matched her bra, which contrasted perfectly with her tanned skin. She looked virginal and innocent, yet somehow dirty at the same time, because right now she was filled with a confidence that I hadn’t seen in her before. She was owning her body, and that was sexy as fuck.

  Her dark, hooded eyes were sending me insane, so I did the only thing I wanted to do and fell to my knees, nudging her legs open with my nose. She gasped loudly as she realized what was about to happen, and I left a quick trail of kisses along her stomach, hips and thighs before grabbing the waistband of her panties with my teeth and yanking them down.

  I looked up at her with a wicked grin, and then I buried my head between her legs and flicked my tongue up and down her slick lower lips, tasting the sweet desire she had for me.

  “Oh!”

  Sasha gasped, jerking above me. She tried to grip the wall, looking for something to hold her upright, but there was nothing there for her to dig her fingernails into, so I grabbed hold of one of her legs and moved it over my shoulder. This would keep her from collapsing, and it gave me much better access to her sweet center.

  I ravished her slowly, my tongue stroking and coaxing, and Sasha moaned above me, legs trembling like mad. I groaned, the vibration adding to her sweet suffering, and I lifted my tongue to explore and gently manipulate her perfect pussy. God, she smelled and tasted so fucking good. I pulled my tongue up through her folds, circling around the top of her clit again, and she let out another soft moan.

  Fuck, I could eat her pussy like this forever.

  I wrapped my hands around her, grabbing onto her ass and digging my fingers into her cheeks. I wanted to taste, lick and bite every inch of her wonderful body, and I wanted to make her scream. My cock was already
so hard that it ached, and my heart thumped wildly in my chest. I’d never wanted a girl this badly, and while that was strange for me, it also felt better than anything.

  I couldn’t wait to watch her come, and the thought of seeing her bite her lip in ecstasy made my cock throb impossibly harder. I couldn’t see her from this position, though, so I pulled away, stood up and grabbed her again. She clung to me, and I lifted her up and wrapped her legs around my waist. Then, I turned around and threw her on the bed, finally unhooking her bra in the process. She raised her eyebrows in surprise but quickly adjusted to her new surroundings and gripped onto the sheets, finally having something solid to hold on to. Her back was arched, still feeling the pleasure from a few seconds ago, and I loved seeing her like that; loved knowing how wild I was making her.

  I quickly slid down and buried my face between her thighs again, and her hands went to my head, twining in my hair and tugging on it as my tongue circled her clit again. Her legs twitched beneath me, and I looked up at her with a teasing grin again, loving the way she moaned and pushed her hips forward, sucking in air every chance she got. She wasn’t far off climaxing, but I wasn’t going to let her have it just yet. I wanted to build it slowly, pull another few heady moans from those lush lips of hers.

  She writhed against me as my tongue returned to her slit, and her body went tight with longing and anticipation. I kept my rhythm steady, working her clit in deft circles, pulling her higher and higher, and every time I felt her getting close to the edge, I pulled away for a second, letting her grow even more desperate.

  “Logan,” she finally groaned, her voice hoarse with wanton need. “Stop teasing me.”

  I jerked my head up at that and feigned an innocent expression. “Sorry, did you tell me to stop what I’m doing?”

  She narrowed her eyes and pushed down on my head, hard. “No! Keep going!”

  I ringed her slick entrance with one finger, and her whole body shook and shuddered as I dipped it inside, rubbing her slowly as my tongue kept on working away at her clit. Then I looked up at her again to see that her eyes were closed, and I knew she was about to lose it. I rubbed my finger against her front wall in a beckoning motion, still working her clit rhythmically at the same time, and soon, I felt her writhing underneath me. She was moaning more and more, and her hands were gripping my hair so tightly that she was almost pulling it out.