Bad Boy - A Stepbrother Romance (5 page)

Chapter Five

Finn

I wasn’t too happy with what had just happened in Rory’s room, but as I recalled the events which had led up to me being in there, a smug grin spread across my face, and I walked back down the hall and into my own room before closing the door. On my TV, a woman’s face was twisted with ecstasy, as I’d paused my porno just before busting Rory outside in the hallway.

Hilarious.

As soon as I’d opened the door, she’d come flying in and toppled over onto the floor, and I’d seen her gaze floating down my body, across my chest, abs, and finally my cock, which had sprung to attention the second she laid eyes on me. The porn hadn’t even made me hard yet; it was all her.

Fuck, I loved teasing her. She’d been blushing in seconds when I’d accused her of stealing my porn and masturbating in the hallway, and it had only made me harder.

Of course her shower was fine. She’d only used it as an excuse when I caught her sneaking around, and I laughed out loud, remembering the exact way her embarrassed face had looked when I’d busted her.

Knowing she was only a door away turned me on even more, and I flopped back on my couch, unpausing the TV. Because I couldn’t resist, I even turned the volume up, knowing Rory was probably listening from her room. I could picture her now, sliding her fingers into her soaked panties and slipping inside her slit...

I watched the dirty movie on the screen in front of me with my eyes glazed. I wasn’t even seeing what was happening on the TV, too focused on picturing Rory instead.

I vaguely considered calling Hannah, a girl I slept with occasionally, but I decided against it. She was always game for a booty call, but today the thought of her pert ass, which usually made me hard as hell, made my cock go flaccid. I stroked myself relentlessly, trying to focus on the story—or rather, lack thereof—on the TV, but it was all for nothing.

Rory’s face kept popping into my mind—her cute smile, sparkling eyes, even the way she sometimes snorted when she laughed, which I’d discovered on our first faux-date. And in my mind, my eyes drank in her features. The rounded, sexy curve of her feminine hips…that perfect round ass…those wonderful tits begging to be released from the top of the black and white dress she’d worn on the two occasions I’d been out with her now.

Sitting there with our families that second night, I’d found it challenging to not stare at her boobs in front of our family members. I felt like she’d worn the dress to taunt me with her cleavage, but how could that be possible? As far as I knew, neither of us had had any clue we were about to become related, so it wasn’t like she could’ve planned to wear it for my benefit. Besides, the look of pure shock on her face when she’d seen me walk in proved that she hadn’t known; same as me. I’d just managed to hide my surprise better than she had.

It felt dirty, rubbing my cock and thinking about Rory, who was now effectively my stepsister, and I wasn’t a guy who was opposed to the filthiest, dirtiest sex you could imagine. Unfortunately, I knew our families expected us to act like brother and sister now.

And it was killing me.

So much for my Dad’s advice to go and track down the dream girl from my date. I’d already found her, but the situation was more of a nightmare than a dream. If there was one person in the world whom I didn’t want to upset, it was my father…and fucking his new wife’s daughter might just upset him a little bit.

Or a lot.

With a groan, I let go of my cock, which was still begging for release, and I turned off the TV and shook my head to get all the forbidden thoughts of sweet Rory out of my mind. Out of sight, out of mind, right? I’d just have to make sure to stay out of Rory’s path, and I’d soon get over my obsession.

If she’d given me even the smallest indication of wanting me earlier, I didn’t think I could’ve held back. It was tempting enough having her around, seeing her lips part when she said my name and her body trembling when I was close to her, but she didn’t want me for obvious reasons, and even though I was a prick, I was definitely not the kind of guy to force myself on a girl.

I’d wanted to explain the whole Candice situation to her back in her room, but she’d made it clear that she didn’t care and just wanted to forget about that whole night at Clancy’s, seeing as we were officially stepsiblings now. I wasn’t really okay with that, but I wasn’t going to go against her wishes, and to be fair, she had a pretty good point. We
were
related now, even though I couldn’t stand that fact, so I guess we needed to act like it and forget about that first night.

Fuck, I wished she’d given me a chance to explain, though. Even just five seconds would have been better than nothing. I guess it didn’t matter, though, because even if I explained the Candice thing to Rory, there was still the matter of me lying and pretending to be her blind date in the first place, and she didn’t strike me as the type of girl who was okay with dishonesty in any shape or form.

My phone started ringing a moment later, knocking me out of my reverie. Thankful for the distraction, I answered with a curt hello.

“Finn? We have a bit of a situation with the Christmas decorations.”

Elijah’s voice on the other end of the line was nervous, and before giving me time to reply, he launched into story-time about what was happening in the hotel lobby.

I listened calmly, even though it was supposedly a day off for me. It wasn’t uncommon for Elijah to call me with some sort of situation when he couldn’t get hold of Dad, and sometimes it felt like I bore the brunt of his job as well.

With Christmas only six weeks away, we needed to hurry up with decorating the hotel and getting into the Christmas spirit, which I was sure would’ve gone just fine if we hadn’t left Elijah in charge.

Now there’d been a situation with the tree in the lobby, a broken set of glass ornaments, and an assistant with a cut on her arm from trying to salvage some of them. And don’t even get me started on the menu for the annual hotel Christmas Eve bash, which was an utter disaster under Elijah’s supervision. Who the hell wanted a fancy-ass ice cream sundae on a chilly Christmas Eve? Not me, anyway, unless it was somehow made of peppermint candy canes and eggnog spiked with extra rum.

Well,
there
was an idea to fix this disaster.

I rattled off instructions to Elijah, who still seemed stressed as hell. With a sigh, I promised to be down there in a bit to take care of the situation, and I could hear the relief in his panicked voice as I ended the call.

As I turned around, I walked straight into a wall, hitting my head. “Fuck!” I exclaimed, and a torrent of other curse words followed. I wasn’t used to this room, since I’d been living in the penthouse apartment for years before my Dad and Anna had claimed it for themselves.

At first, I’d been pissed as hell at being unceremoniously expelled from my old suite. Of course, that’d only lasted until I’d found out Rory would be my neighbor on the lower floor, but then again, I wasn’t the kind of guy who liked to watch what he couldn’t have.

And by now, I was fucking sure that I still wanted Rory.

I pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee, grimacing as I stretched to get the shirt on. My ribs hurt like hell, and I could see bruises forming on my abdomen as I got dressed. Must’ve been from the fight a few days ago, not long before the family dinner.

The events of that evening replayed in my head, and I closed my eyes. Some jackass had tried to force a girl into his car in the parking lot outside one of our bars. Thank fuck I’d been outside getting a breath of fresh air to see what had transpired, and I’d managed to get the guy off her back and beat the living shit out of him like he deserved.

After that, I’d realized the girl was out of her mind drunk, but something seemed off, so I’d waited with her until an ambulance came and the paramedics took her to the hospital. I’d made them swear to call once they got some news, and my suspicions had been confirmed just yesterday.

The woman was fine now, and safely at home, but they’d found Rohypnol in her blood. She’d been roofied. Roofied at seven fucking P.M. on a Tuesday night. Sadly, a situation like that one wasn’t uncommon these days—I was just glad I’d been there for her. Otherwise, fuck knows what could’ve happened.

Still, I worried I’d made a horrible impression, rocking up at the family dinner right after my fight with the guy, who’d now been taken into police custody.

Jesus, I’d walked into the restaurant like a fucking savage with blood on my clothes. Remembering Adelina’s—sorry, Mrs. Villanueva’s—non-impressed look and sharp words, I cringed inwardly. I couldn’t blame her for that. I’d looked like a fucking serial killer.

Dammit.

Even though I knew I could never have Rory, I still wanted her and her family to like me. Being liked was something I didn’t give a fuck about in regards to most people, but with the Villanueva ladies, it seemed important for my Dad’s sake.

As I thought about them, a nagging feeling returned to the back of my head, warning me about Anna. While I liked Rory and even her spunky grandma, Anna gave me a weird vibe, like she was up to no good.

Probably just a gut feeling that should be ignored.

I locked the door and instinctively checked Rory’s room before heading to the elevator, but it seemed quiet, so I figured she’d left as well. Somehow, that bothered me. I preferred to think of her as safely enclosed in her room...only a door away from mine. Sometimes, a hotel could be a dangerous place, even with all the security staff.

I punched the ground floor button in the elevator, leaning against the wall with a sigh as canned Christmas music began to play from the speakers inside it. Here I was, with a new stepmom, new step-grandma and a new stepsister, just in time for the holidays.

Too bad the only thing I wanted from Santa was Rory in my bed, moaning and digging her nails into my back as I slid my cock into her pussy.

Merry-fucking-Christmas.

Chapter Six

Rory

The last few weeks had passed rather quickly and uneventfully, mostly due to the fact that I hadn’t had any more run-ins with Finn. He usually got up late in the day and worked till the early hours of the morning, seeing as his main job involved managing Helvetica, the nightclub in the lower east wing of the hotel. I’d settled back into my old routine of getting up early, going to work at the startup and then returning to my new home in the hotel at around five, and I was almost always in bed and sound asleep by ten.

Yep, our vastly differing schedules were a blessing. No more awkward hallway encounters for me.

Today, I had the morning off work, and I was taking my Grandma to a doctor for a physical. She couldn’t drive herself, seeing as her eyes were absolutely terrible without glasses. Even though she wore her glasses all the time, the DMV had still insisted that she was no longer allowed a driver’s license, so it was up to either Mom or me to ferry her around.

She’d been complaining of headaches a lot lately, and I was worried it might be something serious, which was the reason behind the physical. She was convinced that she was fine, and she hadn’t wanted to see a doctor at all, but I’d told her that if she honestly thought she was fine, then there was no harm in getting a checkup just to confirm that for peace of mind. She’d grudgingly accepted that, and we’d just arrived at the hospital where our old family GP, Dr. Cummings, now worked.

“Where did you say his new office is again?” she asked, squinting at a sign.

“Fifth floor,” I said. “The elevators are just over there.”

She huffed. “You know I don’t like elevators. So cramped and smelly, and they always break down.”

I grinned. “You don’t mind the hotel one!”

She waved her hand at me. “That’s different. It’s more spacious.”

“Well, the Crown is a luxury hotel, after all,” I said. “But seriously, Abuela, you shouldn’t have to climb five flights of stairs. The elevator won’t break down on us, I promise.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not as ancient as you seem to think, and I don’t need to be treated like a broken old doll. I’m more than capable of taking the stairs!”

With that, she marched over to the stairwell, and I followed her over with a heavy sigh. I knew why she was so grumpy at the moment. It wasn’t just because she was annoyed at being thought of as elderly; it was also because she didn’t like hospitals. Ever since her husband—my grandfather—had died at the relatively young age of forty-six, she hadn’t been able to stand being around doctors. I was pretty sure her last checkup had been over ten years ago, when I was still in elementary school.

“Abuela,” I said, capturing her hand in mine as we ascended the stairs. “Are you okay?”

She sighed and stopped for a second. “I’m sorry for snapping at you
.
This place just reminds me of…”

Her sentence trailed off, and she sniffed as tears pooled in her eyes.

“I know,” I said softly. “It makes you think about him.”

“It’s not that I don’t like thinking of him,” she said. “I still think about him every day. I just don’t like being reminded of what it was like to see him in the hospital, so sick and fragile. He was too young.”

“He was,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

She gave me a watery smile. “Well, I still have you and your mother. Anyway, let’s get this appointment over and done with.”

“Okay.”

I kept hold of her hand and gave it a squeeze, and we finally reached the doctor’s office a few minutes later.

“Adelina, you still look the same as you did fifteen years ago,” Dr. Cummings said, pretending to tip an imaginary hat at her as we walked in. He was a kindly-faced older man, probably about the same age as Grandma. “You Venezuelan ladies must have some sort of secret youth potion.”

She laughed. “See, Rory? Not everyone thinks I’m an old relic.”

I giggled, and Dr. Cummings gestured for us to sit. “Even so, we still need to check out a few things. When was the last time you had your blood pressure checked?” he asked.

My mind drifted off as my grandmother and the doctor spoke about her medical history, and a few minutes later, she nudged me. “Rory, dear, you don’t need to be here for all of this. We’ll probably be here for a while, so why don’t you run down to the cafeteria and see if they have some of those Jello cups you used to like?”

Dr. Cummings smiled. “The green flavor is the best,” he said. “We’ll probably be about twenty minutes or so.”

“All right,” I said, rising to my feet. “I’ll meet you back up here then.”

As I headed out the door, I caught a glimpse of the back of a man in a Santa costume ducking into another hallway that led off to the left. The children’s ward was at the other end of this floor, and I smiled at the thought of all the kids being brought a little extra cheer by the hospital Santa.

It was awful for kids to be sick—or anyone for that matter—but it was sweet that some people went out of their way to make them feel at least a little better, especially around Christmas time. Maybe one day I could even volunteer here myself. I’d have to look into it.

My phone buzzed in my bag, and I pulled it out to see a message from Dana, asking if I was free for drinks sometime this week. I replied, and we had a short back and forth texting session for a couple of minutes, and then I turned right and headed towards the stairwell before remembering that I was alone now.
Elevator it is.
Turning around yet again, I briskly headed towards the elevators, and just as I yawned and closed my eyes for a split second, I crashed right into…you guessed it.

Finn, my evil stepbrother.

What the hell was he doing here? He’d just rounded the corner, and he looked as shocked to see me as I was to see him.

He regained his composure almost immediately and looked down at me, a playful grin on his face. “Hey,” he said. “What are you doing here? I thought you had work at the software place during the day.”

“I had to bring my Grandma in for some tests,” I said, my voice stiff. His mention of my job had reminded me of our pseudo-date at Clancy’s, when I’d told him all about what I did and what my future ambitions were. I hated being reminded of that night, because it brought up all the feelings I’d been trying to suppress ever since. “What are
you
doing here?”

He opened his mouth to say something, closed it, and then opened it again. Weird. Was he nervous?

“Oh, you know, just getting a plastic surgery consultation about a penis reduction,” he finally replied, eyes glinting with amusement. “Maybe a bicep reduction too. These bad boys are just too dangerous, don’t you think?”

He jokingly flexed his muscles at me, and I snorted and folded my arms. “Sure, sure. More like you’re getting your biweekly STD panel.”

He chuckled and held his hands up, palms facing me. “Oh, I guess you got me there,” he said. “Gotta stay healthy, right?”

“Sure. Whatever. Anyway, I’ll see you later,” I mumbled, stepping around him.

Unfortunately, he was also heading towards the elevators. He winked at me and gestured towards the buttons beside the door. “Going down?” he asked.

“I swear to God, if this is a setup for some kind of oral sex joke, I’ll throw you down the elevator shaft,” I said.

He chuckled. “Someone’s a little touchy today. Seriously, though, are you going down?”

“Yeah. Ground floor,” I said.

“Me too.”

He pressed the down button, and the elevator dinged a moment later.

“After you, milady,” Finn said, bowing and nodding towards the open doors.

I rolled my eyes, but a hint of a smile played on my lips. “Thanks,” I mumbled.

The doors closed, and it was just the two of us heading down in the elevator. We’d only been inside it for about five seconds when it made a weird clanging sound and the lights started flashing, and finally, it lurched to a halt.

Well, so much for what I’d said to my Grandma earlier about the elevator not breaking down….

Now Finn and I were stuck in here together for god knows how long.

Alone.