Bad Boy - A Stepbrother Romance (8 page)

And we were fighting, for fuck’s sake.

It was definitely those goddamn leather pants she was wearing. Where the hell did she get them, anyway? They needed to go. Actually, they needed to end up on the floor of my bedroom, if I had it my way.

“So you want me to go?” Rory finally asked.

“Yeah,” I growled, sitting back down. “If you know what’s good for you.”

And if you don’t want me to carry you into my bedroom and fuck you senseless.

I thought that was it, but apparently not. She wasn’t leaving just yet. She smirked at me, coming closer to my seat. Her gait was still unsteady, and I wondered if the ‘couple of glasses of wine’ she’d claimed to have had earlier was actually four or five glasses.

“So you think I’m a kid, huh? Is
this
something a kid would do?” she asked, lightly fingering the top of her blouse as she stepped right up to my lap. “Maybe your friends had the right idea earlier…”

Oh no.

What the hell was she doing? I was almost losing it by this point, but I somehow managed to stay in my seat, staring up at her. She parted her legs, and I had to force myself to keep my eyes trained on hers as she slowly came forward and slid onto my lap, making me groan. Her center was hot against mine as she ground her hips on my crotch. Fucking hell, I wasn’t going to last long like this.

My friends’ eyes were still focused elsewhere, their attentions held by two tanned pairs of fake breasts as a couple of the strippers gyrated together. Screw that. I much preferred a natural look on a girl rather than silicone and bleach.

A girl who looked like Rory, to be more specific.

A fast, upbeat song came on the stereo, and she used it to taunt me further, sliding over my crotch with motions that were driving me positively insane. She tipped her head back, her long hair falling in a waterfall down her back, and my hand tentatively reached out before settling on her hips. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to do, and I cursed our parents for making this so wrong, so forbidden.

Rory kept dancing in my lap; slow, sensual and tantalizing…even though she was tipsy. There wasn’t much movement, but whenever she twisted in my lap, I nearly lost it. She was so beautiful, and she’d finally let go of her inhibitions, dancing like nobody was watching.

Too bad she was obviously sloshed.

She came closer, leaning down to me. Her hair fell around us like a curtain, shielding us from anyone who dared to take a look, and by now, my cock was stiff as a rock under her, begging for release. “Well…?” she purred in my ear, and I could only manage a groan in response, too turned on to form coherent sentences. “Is it? Is this something a kid would do?”

My mind was going fuzzy. I knew if she taunted me further, I wouldn’t be able to hold back, and as fun as Rory thought this was now, I was sure she didn’t want me carrying her back to my bed. She wasn’t mine to take, and besides, she’d been drinking. I wasn’t going to take advantage of that, no matter how much my cock was begging me to.

“Yes,” I finally said in response to her question. “You’re being an immature little brat.”

With a growl, I grabbed her hips and threw her over my shoulder, and she shrieked in surprise as my friends started cheering. Flashing them a cheesy smile, I walked the hell out of there, needing some privacy with her. She fought me the whole way as I carried her out of my suite and into the hallway, and finally, I set her down. She gave me a furious look, and at the same time, she almost looked offended that I’d ended our fun and games.

“What’s your problem?” she said in a huff. “It was just a joke!”

“My problem is my drunken stepsister giving me a lap dance, even as a so-called joke,” I said. “What if your Mom or my Dad had just happened to walk in, huh?”

It suddenly seemed to dawn on her just how bad it had been for her to do that, and a mortified expression crossed her face. “I guess I had more wine than I thought,” she mumbled, looking down at the floor.

I sighed. “It’s okay, we’ve all been there,” I said. Fuck, one time I’d gotten so drunk that I’d fallen off a boat…a boat that wasn’t even out on the water.

We stood there awkwardly for a moment, and then I spoke up again. “Come on. I want you to see something.”

Before she could object, I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the emergency exit. She didn’t fight me as I opened the door and led her up the steel stairs.

We arrived at a small door and I produced a key from my pocket, something I’d gotten from hotel security ages ago. I’d never brought anyone up here, though—not a friend nor a girl. It was the rooftop of the hotel, obviously off-limits to hotel guests. I loved it up here, so I’d come up plenty of times to clear my head, and after Rory’s little dance, I felt like we both needed to cool down a little.

I unlocked the door and led Rory outside, cold air knocking out the breath from my lungs. I needed it desperately, and so did she, judging by her earlier actions. I deeply inhaled the fresh night air, and I heard Rory gasp behind me, so I smiled at her over my shoulder. Our hands were still twined together as I closed the door and led her towards the edge of the building. She was drunk, so there was no way I was letting go of her. The last thing I needed was for her to somehow stumble right off the roof.

“This is my favorite place in the hotel,” I said. She nodded, and we sat down on a stone bench I’d had taken up to the top of the building a while ago. “You feeling any better yet?”

“A bit. It’s so nice up here,” Rory said, rubbing her temples with her free hand as she took in the view. “I didn’t even know what was hiding up here.”

She smiled at me, and somehow it felt like she was talking about me instead of the view. My hand inched towards hers on the seat, and I stroked her soft skin with an absent mind.

“I love the view, and it always calms me down,” I said. “Whenever things get...difficult...I come up here. You can come too, if you want. I can make you a copy of the key.”

She squeezed my hand, as if she knew how much this place meant to me. Truth be told, I’d never dreamed of inviting a girl to this place, but it felt different with Rory. Special.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “By the way….sorry about the way I came in and screamed at you and your friends. I had a bit of a headache, and all I could hear was this bass through the wall.”

I grinned. “Maybe you wouldn’t have had a headache if you’d laid off the wine. Where were you earlier, anyway?”

“Oh, just at Clancy’s with a couple of friends for some early drinks,” she replied.

“Clancy’s, huh?” I said, turning my head away from her and looking out at the ocean in the distance, which was glimmering with lights from boats and the reflections of the moon and stars.

“Yeah,” she replied, her voice so soft that it was barely audible. I knew what she was thinking. It was the same thing as me—Clancy’s was the first place we’d ever seen each other, and after all these weeks, we’d still never really discussed what had happened.

Better late than never.

“I know you said I needed to drop this, but I really want you to know—I’ve wanted you to know this for ages—Candice isn’t my girlfriend,” I said. “She kinda was for a time, but I ended it with her a while back, way before I met you at Clancy’s that night. She didn’t want to accept it, and she’s been trying to screw with me ever since. I did lie to you about who I was that night, though, and that was wrong. I know it was, and I’m sorry. But that’s the only thing I lied about.”

Her head jerked up. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

She was silent for a long time, and then she shook her head slowly. “God. I’m sorry, Finn. I feel like such a bitch. This whole time, I could’ve shut up for five minutes and let you explain, but I just kept cutting you off and assuming…”

Her voice trailed off, and I smiled. “It’s okay. I get it. It looked pretty bad that night. I mean, you’d only just met me, and suddenly there’s this psychotic bitch screaming in your face about how you stole her boyfriend.”

“Yeah, it was pretty bad,” she said, nodding in agreement.

“Besides, I still lied about who I was and jacked your blind date’s spot.”

“True. Why did you do that, anyway?” she asked, her eyes widening slightly.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I asked. “Because I wanted to talk to you. And you looked so expectant when you thought I was your date, so it was obvious you’d been sitting there for ages waiting for the prick to show up. I felt too bad to say I wasn’t him at first, but I was going to tell you eventually, I swear.”

She sighed. “It’s my fault,” she said. “I just assumed you were Ben and didn’t even give you a chance to introduce yourself properly. I’m always assuming things. I need to stop it.”

“Nah. It’s all good,” I replied. “I could have corrected you.”

She was silent for a moment. “I’ve been avoiding you for the last week,” she finally said. “Because of what happened in the elevator. The…um…the kiss. I thought…I was feeling guilty because I thought maybe Candice
was
still in the picture, and suddenly I was the ‘other woman’, which I’d never, ever wanted to be.”

“Ah, so that’s why you’ve been avoiding me. Good to know,” I said. “I thought I just had terrible breath.”

“Oh yeah, that too,” she said with a hint of a mischievous smile.

“Ha. So that was the only reason why?” I asked, training my eyes right on hers.

She squirmed in her seat and averted her gaze from mine. “Well…it’s not just that. It’s our parents. We can’t do anything to hurt them or wreck their relationship. So that kiss…it can’t happen again. Nothing like that can happen.”

I sighed heavily. She had a point; one which I’d been trying to mentally cast aside for a long time now. “So we should just act like stepbrother and stepsister, huh? Like friends.”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

Well, friendship was better than nothing—certainly better than having Rory hate me like she had in the past, anyway.

“I’m guessing the friendly sibling package deal doesn’t include any more of those lap dances?” I teased.

Even in the moonlight, I could see her cheeks flushing violently. “I can’t believe I did that,” she said. “What’s wrong with me?”

I playfully nudged her. “Wine is what’s wrong with you. It’s okay, though, you already seem to be sobering up.”

“I think I sobered up the second you threw me over your shoulder and I realized I’d just been doing a stripper dance for the guy I’m meant to hate.”

I chuckled. “Well, at least something good came out of it. You gave me a chance to explain the Clancy’s thing, you don’t hate me anymore, and we’re all good now. Right?”

“Right. Friends,” she said, smiling weakly and extending her hand to me. “Just friends.”

Yeah…just friends.

I took her hand, and a spark of electricity shot up my arm as we shook. I ignored the feeling, had to push it away, because Rory was right—we couldn’t fuck up our parents’ relationship by getting any more involved with each other than we already had. We had to be friends and nothing more.

Permanently.

“Finn!” she said, pointing towards the sky a second later. “Look at that! It’s a shooting star.”

My gaze followed her finger and indeed, there was a star falling down, its tail brightening the sky in a beautiful arc of light.

“You have to wish for something,” I said with a grin. “And don’t tell me.”

“Okay.” She was smiling as she closed her eyes, concentrating on her wish. It was adorable, and I had a sudden urge to pull her into my arms and never let her go. She peeked out before I could do that, frowning at me. “Hey, you have to do it, too!”

I nodded, looking back at the star which was gone in a flash. And then I wished for something, wished so hard my hands formed fists and my brows furrowed.

And like a stupid, naive child, I believed my wish would come true.

Maybe, just this once, it would.

Chapter Ten

Rory

Twenty minutes later, I was back in my room, and Finn had returned to his suite after promising me that he’d keep the party noises down to a dull roar. Truthfully, I’d wanted to stay out on the rooftop with him all night, but it would’ve been rude of him to completely abandon his friend’s bachelor party, and it would’ve been wrong of me to ask him to stay with me.

We both knew why.

After I’d finally discovered that Finn was well and truly single and had been since we first met, a flurry of conflicting emotions had swept through my mind. I’d barely been able to speak coherently enough to apologize for treating him like crap for the last few weeks. Part of me had felt utterly elated as his words sunk in, and then it had all come crashing down when another part of my brain reminded me that our parents were together—even if we wanted each other, it was a terrible idea. Sure, there was a chance it could work out, but considering how most young relationships failed, the last thing we needed to do was make things awkward for our family by dating and most likely breaking up somewhere down the line.

Besides, even though Finn wasn’t the cheating prick I’d initially thought he was, that didn’t mean he was the relationship type. I was pretty sure he wasn’t, and I wasn’t the ‘friends with benefits’ type of girl, so it wouldn’t have worked out anyway….although when I’d seen the shooting star, I’d wished it would.

Oh well. At least we’d sorted out our issues enough to be friends now. That was better than sneaking around and avoiding each other or sitting through yet another awkward, tension-filled meal with our family.

I sighed and checked the clock on my bedside table, wondering where my dinner was. It was just past nine o’clock, so it should’ve been here by now. I’d pre-ordered it earlier, because I’d known that I’d be starving after returning from my brief drinks date with Dana and our other friends. Wine always made me hungry.

Apparently it also made me insane.

I cringed as I recalled my skanky little dance in Finn’s suite earlier. What the hell was wrong with me? It had been so out of character for me. I’d gone in there to ask them to turn the music down, but the wine I’d had with Dana earlier had chosen that exact moment to hit me, and I’d ended up making a fool of myself by yelling at everyone about the noise, getting into the pettiest argument with Finn I’d ever heard of, and then finally gyrating on Finn’s lap like a stripper as I tried to prove to him that I wasn’t a child. All I’d actually done was succeed in proving that I was a drunk, immature idiot.

No wine for me from now on. Seriously.

Just as I was considering getting some sort of brain surgery to wipe out the cringey memory of my lap dance, there was a knock at the door, and I jumped up, excited for my food.

“Room service!” a voice called out.

I opened the door, and after the attendant had wheeled in the cart, he grabbed a covered silver serving platter and placed it on my dining table with a plate and cutlery. I smiled and slipped him some cash as a tip. Instead of thanking me, he gave me a strange look and blushed before making a beeline out of my room with the cart, and my eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. Had I not given him a large enough tip? Perhaps he was used to more, seeing as the Crown was a luxury hotel filled with rich and likely generous guests. Then again, I’d given him more than a fair amount.

Shrugging to myself, I grabbed the silver dome-shaped cover and lifted it off the serving platter, and my eyebrows shot up as I saw what lay under it, perched on a fancy white doily.

This was definitely
not
the seafood dinner I’d ordered.

I stared at the platter with wide eyes, blinking a few times to make sure I wasn’t just hallucinating. Nope, I wasn’t seeing things—that sly prick Finn had actually done this.

He’d sent me a pink vibrator. A friggin’ vibrator!

At least I assumed it was him. Who else would do something like this? The sneaky bastard must have overheard me on the phone to Dana this afternoon, and he’d hijacked my order as a prank. No wonder the room service attendant had seemed so strange around me a few seconds ago! It probably wasn’t often that a hotel guest ordered a sex toy to be delivered on a silver serving platter.

A small card seemed to have fallen off the box and was sitting on the other side of the platter, and I opened it to see colorful, Christmassy images of reindeer and snowflakes along with a handwritten message:
Here’s a real ‘special’ for you tonight – an early Christmas gift from your ever-affectionate stepbrother.

A-ha. It
had
been Finn. What a sneaky prick, sending me stuff like this under the guise of an ‘early Christmas gift’. I put the card down and stared at the clear plastic box the toy sat in, still unsure as to whether I should be amused or horrified, and then I grabbed it and pulled the lid off.

This was seriously one present that Santa would
never
approve of…

I’d never had a sex toy before, let alone touched one, and I picked it up and slowly ran the tip of my finger down the smooth shaft of the vibrator. Heat pooled between my legs, and I jumped as I accidentally set the thing to vibrate in my hands.

“Ah!”

I turned it off and set it down on the platter again, giggling even as I tried not to be amused by the whole thing. Anyone else would have been horrified, but I had to admit—Finn had gotten me good. I hadn’t been expecting something like this in a million years.

Standing up, I retrieved my phone from my bag and sent him a text.

I thought we were friends now. Do friends send each other sex toys???

He replied almost immediately.
Sure, why not? I actually arranged for that to be sent before our talk on the roof, but still…you have to admit, I’m a good friend, sending you such great gifts ;)

I rolled my eyes and texted back.
Gross. Just when I thought you might actually be a semi-decent guy... I’m sending this back!

His reply came through instantly.
Back to where? The hotel kitchen? Santa and his elves? Haha.

No, back to the store, you gigantic single-celled organism,
I said.

This time, it took him slightly longer to reply.
You won’t be able to return it once it’s been used…although you could always give it to me right after you’re done with it. Maybe your panties too?

I stared at my phone screen, shocked by his sexually-charged response. Wow…so much for us being friends and nothing more…

Don’t worry, just kidding,
he sent a second later.
Maybe I took that a little too far.

I rolled my eyes again and turned my phone screen off, not even bothering to message him back. We might’ve reached a tentative agreement to be friends earlier, but he was really pushing it with the sleazy jokes about the vibrator. I wasn’t going to use the damn thing!

Was I?

A thought crept into my mind, and a small smile played on my lips. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the most appropriate gift for Finn to have given me, but would anyone really ever know if I used it? Of course not. Besides, I may as well try it, seeing as it was just sitting here. I couldn’t very well return it to a store without a receipt anyway, especially seeing as I had no idea which store it was even from.

It was going to be like an experiment. I’d give the toy a try, and Finn never needed to know.

Yup, just an experiment…at least that’s what I was telling myself for now.

No longer hungry, I took a quick shower, changed into my pajamas and then crawled under the sheets of my bed. Just before showering, I’d moved the pink toy onto my left bedside table, and I turned and looked at it, hesitantly biting my lower lip before grabbing it and playing with the vibration settings to test it out. There were three; a slower one, a medium-paced one, and a fast paced one.

Warm wetness exploded between my legs again, and it was only partly because I was playing with a sex toy. The main reason—as much as I still didn’t want to admit it—was because I was playing with a sex toy which had been given to me by Finn, the sexy thorn in my side. I wanted so badly to replace the toy with him instead, so I could feel his hard cock inside me and his fingers rubbing my clit, but I knew that could never happen.

His toy would have to be enough.

After pushing my pajama pants down past my knees, I turned the vibrator onto the medium setting and tentatively lowered it to my already-slick lower lips. Then I trailed it up and down my folds, slowly at first, and then faster as I moved it around my throbbing clit, coaxing and teasing it out as the end of the toy buzzed over and around it.

I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, and I moved the toy down before slowly pushing it beyond my entrance. Gasping, I threw my head back and closed my eyes, moans of pleasure falling from my lips as my chest rose and fell with each breath I took. I pumped the vibrator in and out a few times before returning it to my clit, and ripples of ecstasy began to shoot through me, clouding my mind with needful lust.

Lust for him.
Finn.

Pressure built deep inside of me, and it began to feel like it was about to explode right out of me as I pictured Finn’s smirking face. I moved the vibrator faster, dipping it inside myself again, and I wondered how much better it would feel to have his cock inside me instead, slamming into me and making me cry out.

As I imagined that, the pressure suddenly exploded out of me, and I screamed and thrashed around on the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, sweeping me off a cliff and into an ocean of ecstasy. I’d never had an orgasm like this, never touched myself while thinking about such a forbidden subject, and right now, I wasn’t sure I even cared that it was supposedly wrong for me to want Finn.

This just seemed so right…until the pleasure faded, and I realised it wasn’t.

No, I’d been right earlier. Finn and I were better off as friends. We both knew it was wrong to want anything more, and we’d both agreed to that out there on the roof earlier. So why the hell were my libido and heart fighting me so much on this one? And what on earth was I going to do about it?

By the time sleep claimed me a full hour later, I still hadn’t found my answer.