Steele: A Step Brother Romance

by Benson Jacobs

  I’m floored at his admission. And my heart tethers to him a little more. All this time wasted and for what? Pride? Ego? Selfishness?

  We sit chatting for what seems like hours, catching up, reminiscing, and talking about our favorite places back at school. When I can’t stop yawning, he says enough for the night and walks me up to my room and kisses my forehead goodnight.

  I wake in the middle of the night, my stomach rumbling. When I look over at the clock it says 2:00AM. I didn’t eat anything for dinner, and now I’m paying for it.

  I get up and throw my robe on over my tank top and underwear, and head down stairs. I turn the lights on, but I use the dimmer and put them on low. I reach into the fridge, pull out some pie, and eat it right out of the pan. As I’m eating, I hear footsteps and I pray it’s not my father because I wouldn’t be able to stomach looking at him.

  As I watch the doorway, the body that enters the kitchen has my mouth going dry. I look him up and down as I lick the chocolate off my fork.

  “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll bend you over this counter and have you waking everyone in this house up,” his raspy voice slides over my skin and heats me to my core.

  I slide off my stool and turn to face him. He’s leaning against the counter with a glass of Sprite at his lips. I watch him open his mouth and take a swallow. I step up and remove his glass, pressing his lips to mine. I draw his bottom lip between my teeth to suck the tiny drop of soda off it.

  His hands go into my hair and his mouth quickly takes control of mine. I moan into his mouth and press my hips into his. I can taste the citrus tang of the soda still on his tongue, mingling with the chocolate flavor of the pie. I can feel his need matching mine.

  I break the kiss and we just stand there staring at each other. My heart is beating so fast, I don’t know what I’d do if he just walked away from me right now.

  “You scare me,” I whisper.

  “How?” His eyes search mine.

  I lift his hand and place it over my thundering heart. I look into his eyes and watch them soften.

  “You can break this so easily,” I tell him.

  “Trust me that I won’t?” he says as he lifts my hand to his heart that matches mine, beat for thundering beat.

  I nod my head, and he leans forward and kisses me right over my heart.

  “I think I love you,” I whisper so soft, I’m not sure he heard it. And I would be fine with that, just in case he doesn’t feel the same.

  He lifts my chin and crushes our mouths together.

  Even if he doesn’t say it back, I can feel it in this kiss. They say actions speak louder than words, and his actions right now are screaming to my soul his love for me.

  Chapter Seven

  Jax

  I carry her up the stairs, and straight to my room. Fuck her staying in her room. Not after her telling me she loves me, just as I do her. I possibly fucked up by not saying the words to her, but damn. I had to taste her after she uttered those words.

  I pull my mouth from hers as we enter my room. And I look into her eyes.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” I tell her.

  “I want to savor you, too,” she tells me, while letting her eyes show her honesty.

  Her back hits the bed and I stand to remove my shirt. Her eyes devour my body and I get a little thrill at seeing her eyes wage war between desire and affection. I untie her robe, and when I see that she’s only wearing a tank top and panties I groan. The sight before me is so sexy, because she isn’t trying to be. This is her, bared to me, in what her normal is.

  “Is this what you wear to bed every night?” I ask knowing what the answer will be.

  She nods her head and looks down at herself. I raise her tank top over her head and watch her body lay back down. I run my hands from under her arms, along her sides, to her hips. I lean forward and run my nose from her panty line all the way to the valley of her breasts. My mouth grips her nipple and my tongue rolls across it.

  I sit back on my knees and grab her lacy underwear and pull them down her legs. Now that she is bared to me, I let my eyes memorize everything about her. Her chest is rising and falling to the beat of my own heart. Her eyes are full of love and desire, her hair is fanned out behind her, and she is letting me have this moment.

  I stand up and drop my sweats to the floor, leaving them with her shirt. I crawl up her body and place my mouth on hers and sip at her. Tiny kisses to show her what she means to me. I lick the seam of her lips and she opens and welcomes me in. Her tongue meets mine in a slow dance, with no leader. I drag her bottom lip into my mouth and suck.

  I go to reach for a condom, but she stops me.

  “I want to feel you. I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.”

  “I’m clean, too,” I tell her as I kneel back between her thighs.

  I take one of her tits into my mouth as she clutches my hair.

  “I need you,” she groans.

  I know exactly what she is saying because I feel it, too – something not explainable by words – but felt. That bone deep feeling of neediness. Needing them to be as close to you as physically possible. When you’re so connected mentally, words are not needed, just touch.

  I drag my fingers lightly down her body and watch as her back arches off the bed.

  “I’m pretty sure what I’m about to do to you is a sin,” I tell her as I continue to run my fingertips down her body and watch the gooseflesh rise from my touch. “But then again, that’s okay because I’m pretty sure I’m going to hell anyway.”

  I hear her breathe sharply as I slip two fingers into her. Her lips part on a moan, and as I thrust my fingers inside of her, I watch the pleasure roll across her face.

  “Jax,” she whimpers while raising her hips to meet my hand when I withdraw.

  “Soon, baby. I want to see you come for me. You’re so fucking sexy when you let the pleasure take over.”

  She reaches her hand up and cups her tits, while rolling her head back.

  I take my other hand and start to rub her clit faster with each thrust of my fingers. Watching her makes my cock hard as stone, waiting to be stroked. I could fuck the air and get off I’m so turned on right now.

  Her arms fly out to her sides and she grips the sheets while pleasure racks her body and she moans out her orgasm.

  I lean up and slam my dick into her wet heat. Her walls clench my cock, making me grind my teeth with a groan.

  Her moans lead me on with my movement, and she starts to meet me thrust for punishing thrust. I wanted to take it slower with her this time, but that ain’t gonna happen this round. And that’s okay, because this, this is us. Hard, fast, connected in more ways than physical. My hands grip her hips as I slow down and right before she starts to complain, I roll us both so she is on top.

  Her hands go to my chest and she starts to move her ass up and down making me want to rethink this position. She sinks down, taking all of my cock and her head falls back. I reach up and place my hand at the base of her throat and I can feel the moan rise up out of her. Seems like my woman likes a little kink with her pleasure. I put a little pressure onto her throat and she starts to move her hips back and forth rather than up and down.

  My head falls back as pleasure shoots up my spine. Our skin is lined with a sheen of sweat, and our breaths are rapid. I sit up, bringing us chest to chest as I grab her hips and start to lift her up and down on me.

  “I’m so close,” she pants out. “Don’t. . . stop. Please,” she begs.

  I’m right there with her, so I start to thrust her hips up and down to meet mine, in a rough but searing and pleasurable way. You can hear the skin slapping together, the grunts escaping my throat, and her cries for harder.

  I slam her down on me two more times, then I reach with one hand to her throat and the other to her clit as she rolls her hips on mine. Just as I rub her clit and clamp my teeth down on her throat, she screams my name to the room and her pussy rips the orgasm from my cock like it was made to do
just that.

  I take her hips in my hands and rub her back and forth over my cock, pulling every last drop of cum from it.

  She rests her head in the crook of my shoulder and her chest rises and falls with mine, as one.

  My arms stay wrapped around her as I grab the comforter and bring it up over us both and lay back.

  After a few minutes, she starts to try and get up and I squeeze my arms around her to get her to settle back down on me. I’m not ready to give her up just yet.

  “Stay with me tonight. Sleep with me,” I tell her.

  “What about our parents,” she says in a sleepy voice.

  “Fuck ‘em. It’s not like they come into our rooms anyway.”

  “Okay. I’ll stay,” she says as she kisses my chest.

  “Good.”

  I lay there holding her, holding my heart on my chest, listening to her breathing. As her breathing started to get lighter, telling me she was falling asleep, I kissed her forehead with every ounce of tenderness I had in me.

  “I love you so much it often scares me,” I whisper to the dark room, not sure if she’s awake to hear it or not.

  That night was the first night in many years that I slept so deeply. I had a feeling it was because of what I had in my arms.

  Chapter Eight

  Jess

  I woke up to the most delicious warmth against me. I should really sneak out and go back to my room, so my father or his mother didn’t catch us. However, I didn’t have a single bone in my body that seemed to care at the moment. So rather than leaving, I rolled over and placed my lips on the chest of the man who had stolen my heart without my permission.

  His arm came around me and hugged my body to his as his lips came down to the top of my head.

  “Morning, beautiful,” his raspy voice said. That voice is enough to make me clench my thighs.

  “Morning,” I whisper, thinking if I talk too loud, it would spoil the glow I felt I was in.

  He reaches his hand around and gets a handful of my ass while rolling me to my back. His lips find mine in the most deliciously rough way. When my lips part on a sigh, he takes full advantage and thrusts his tongue in to meet mine.

  His kiss is demanding, making me throb for him yet again.

  I roll my hips into his and when his erection pushes into my thigh I let a moan out.

  “Apparently, I can’t get enough of you,” he growls while nipping my neck.

  I know exactly what he means because I can’t stop myself from gripping his cock and guiding it to my entrance.

  He moves his hips and slides right in, making me sigh out at the feeling of us belonging like this, connected.

  “Already fucking dripping wet for me,” he rasps out.

  “Only for you,” I breathe.

  “You’re mine,” he demands as he thrusts into me roughly, just the way my body craves.

  “Yours. Always,” I pant out. “You own me,” I tell him truthfully.

  “Say it,” he grunts. And I know what he wants. My soul sings that he wants to hear it. It rejoices in the fact that he wants it. Needs it. Craves it.

  “I love you.”

  His thrusts come harder, and the fierce look on his face is almost my undoing.

  I grasp his ass as he continues to pound into me. I spread my legs wider, needing more. More, more, more. Never enough.

  “More, harder. Please,” I don’t care that I’m begging. I need it, more than I do my next breath.

  He leans up and grabs my thighs, bringing my legs up on his shoulders. I cry out from the depth of which he’s pounding into me now. His lips come down on mine, swallowing any cries that slip past my vocal cords.

  “I love you so fucking much,” he grunts.

  With that, my climax is ripped from my body, and I grab his neck and let the scream free from my lips.

  He thrusts once, twice, three more times and his eyes meet mine as he spills inside of me.

  The look in those slate grey eyes nearly has me coming all over again.

  Love. Devotion. Need. Loyalty.

  “You’re mine,” he growls as his lips come down to mine again. His lips are possessive. They are stating a claim. One I’m rejoicing in.

  When he lets go of my mouth, he lets my legs down and rubs them with his hands as he pulls out of me.

  I just watch him, lying in the afterglow of the moment.

  Just as I get ready to ask, if he’s all mine as well, there is a glass shattering downstairs followed by raised voices.

  He jumps up from the bed and throws on the pair of grey sweats he was wearing last night. I wrap myself with the robe I was wearing, and start to follow him out of the room. He stops and looks back at me.

  “Stay here,” he demands.

  “Like hell,” I reply as I follow him down the hall and down the stairs.

  My stomach is in knots, not knowing what we are about to walk into.

  “You dumb fucking bitch! You bring him into my fucking house!” my dad roars in Arlene’s face.

  Jax walks up to my dad and pushes him away from his mom. The look of anger on Jax’s face is frightening.

  I run up to my dad, facing him, as I stand in front of Jax.

  “Don’t yell at her!” I scream to him. “Look at her! She is scared shitless of you!”

  “She damn well should be!” he snarls. “If she would have raised a decent fucking boy I wouldn’t be yelling at her!” he roars.

  “What the fuck are you talking about? She’s a better fucking parent than you are any day!” I scream, angry that he’s talking about Jax like this. He has no right.

  My dad raises his hand and it comes down, back handing me across the cheek. My head whips to the side, and my tongue comes out to lick the split lip I have now.

  “Then I raised a little slut,” he says in a dead calm voice.

  I feel arms pulling me lightly out of the way, and when I stop thinking about my throbbing face – to think of the arms that touched me – I look up.

  Right before Jax’s fist connected with my dad’s face, he said in the most detached voice I’ve ever heard come from him, “Wrong fucking move, motherfucker.”

  Chapter Nine

  Jax

  As soon as Drew’s hand came down across Jess’s face, I saw red. All the blood rushed to my ears and I didn’t see or hear anything other than rage, and the roaring of my own heartbeat.

  My fist connected with his face and I heard my mother scream behind me.

  “Jax, no!”

  Not giving a single fuck about this piece of shit, I let him have it. Punch after punch after punch. I continued to hit him until my fists were numb, the image of him slapping Jess on repeat in my mind. I could not care less if this bastard never breathed another motherfucking breath.

  I felt hands touch me and I almost shoved whoever it was off of me, until I realized whose arms they were.

  “Jax, come back to me, please,” she sobbed.

  I stood up and looked down at that beat down piece of fucking shit. He was lying on the ground, unconscious, and I didn’t give one single fuck. I honestly thought about finishing him off. Jess must have sensed my thoughts because she repeated herself.

  “Jax, I need you to come back to me,” she whisper sobbed.

  I turned around and as soon as I saw her face, my insides broke.

  “Oh, baby. I’m so sorry he hurt you,” I say softly as I picked her up around her waist. Her legs wrapped around my body and I carried her to the chairs around the table.

  “Shhh, I got you,” I tell her as I run my hands up and down her back. I kiss her head and take a deep breath to expel the leftover rage out of my body. She didn’t need to know the murderous thoughts I was thinking and feeling.

  I hear ragged breathing and remember we are not alone. I look up and my eyes meet the shocked ones of my mothers.

  Her hand is over her mouth and her eye is swollen. My rage at my mother’s husband doubles and I wish I could hit him twice as much for inflicting pain
on my mother as well.

  “This isn’t new, is it?” she questions, shocked, at Jess and I.

  I just shake my head.

  “Oh my god. I’m so sorry,” she starts shaking her head back and forth.

  Jess is still crying into my chest, but she picks her head up and the tears that are flowing down her face make me want to kill the bastard for putting them there.

  “You didn’t know.” She forces out between trying to control her breathing. “We didn’t know.” She says that last part looking into my eyes.

  “I promise you,” I say looking at her, “to the both of you,” I look up to my mother, “You’ll never have to worry about him laying another hand on you, either of you.”

  My ma nods and when I look down to Jess, her eyes are so warm and understanding.

  “It’s not your job to protect me, boy. But I am thankful,” Ma says.

  “Thank you,” Jess whispers.

  “I love you,” I tell her.

  “I love you, too,” she sniffles.

  I hear my ma’s surprised gasp behind us, and as bad as it sounds, I wished she wasn’t standing there.

  “What started the fight this morning?” I ask my ma.

  “He thought you brought someone home last night, and didn’t ask his permission. Because he could hear you two,” she says looking down and her face turns crimson. “He wanted to barge in there this morning, but I wouldn’t let him. Because I knew who was in there,” she ends on a whisper.