Bend (A Stepbrother Romance) (6 page)

“Keir says you work for the paparazzi?” Tracy asked, though her tone was teasing. It worried me a little when I realized that they knew each other—she was so pretty, I could hardly stop looking at her myself.
But he’s here with
me
tonight
.

“I’m just a research assistant,” I said. “I dig up old articles so the writers have their facts straight for new ones. Not that exciting.” I was glad the air was cleared, though. There were no secrets hanging in the air between me and Keir. At least, none that mattered for a one- or two-night stand. I still wasn’t sure how to define what we were doing.

Keir ran a hand through his hair. “Damn. I was going to give you some Kelly gossip to write a post about. Guess it won’t do either of us much good.”

“I guess
I’m
the one who’s not that important,” I joked, and they both laughed.

“Then what’s with the camera?” Tracy asked, gesturing.

“Chasing the dream,” Keir answered for me, and Tracy smiled knowingly.
Artists. All artists. They get it
.

“I once took a job where I wore a big banana costume and handed out free samples of smoothies,” Tracy said with a sheepish grin.

Keir chuckled. “I worked as a carnie for a summer. Father’s orders. Said it would build work ethic.”

I looked between them in disbelief. Keir as a carnie, I could see. But the beautiful and willowy Tracy Stroll as a banana? I laughed. “I guess I don’t have the worst first job ever.”

“Not at all,” Keir winked. He reached beneath the table and rested a hand on my knee, his calluses rough, but his palm warm and soft. My pulse spiked, and I whipped my head up to look at him. He was smirking. He knew exactly the kind of effect he was having on me.

The champagne was going to my head. I felt like I was floating. I rested my hand over his and slowly smiled, then nodded.
Let’s go
.

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He ran his hand up my leg in the limo ride back to his hotel. His skin was warm and his breath was hot on my ear. “You’re fucking adorable, you know that?”

“I am?” I breathed, unable to keep my hands off him—his neck, his hair, the stubble along his jaw. Like I could hardly believe this was real, he was real.

“Yeah. The way you told off Kelly. How you blush and cover your mouth when you laugh.”

“I guess I’m a little shy.”

“Except when you’re angry.” He nipped my ear, and I tensed at the thrill that ran through me. “Then you’re a little spitfire. My spitfire.”

My heart stuttered at that last bit.
His
. “You’re sure you aren’t angry about who I work for?” I asked, pushing him back to arm’s length so I could see his face.

He smirked. “Baby, I’m invincible. Do your worst.”

I laughed. I’d never met anyone so confident. He was almost
too
confident. But I was glad he wasn’t threatened by my job at all. If he was, I had no doubt he and his whole team would have rather forcefully sent me home much earlier in the evening.

“You do
your
worst,” I said, raising my chin in a challenge. Keir growled and pounced, pressing me back against the door as his mouth met my bared shoulder. I didn’t know where this boldness was coming from, but I liked it. I liked what he brought out in me. And I really liked what he did with his tongue, teasing my sensitive skin as he kissed his way up to my jaw, then around to my lips.

I clutched him to me as his tongue plunged between my lips and his leg slid between mine. My dress rode up but I didn’t try to adjust it—no one could see us. The windows were tinted and the driver’s partition was up.

“Can’t wait to get you to my room,” he growled, tugging down the one sleeve of my dress. My strapless black, lacy bra came into view—another garment from his stylist, and probably the softest and sexiest thing I’d ever worn.

And I couldn’t wait to tear it off.

He tugged at it and I wiggled so it slid down my ribs, pouring my breasts into view. I’d never felt less self-conscious about them than I did right then, with his eyes gleaming. He was practically salivating. He cupped the round globes and cursed under his breath.

I leaned into his touch, stole another kiss from him while he looked down at me.

His thumb brushed my nipples, and I lifted from the seat. Damn, were we at the hotel yet? “How much further?” I asked breathlessly.

He kissed the tops of my breasts. “As far I can get away with.”

“That’s not what I meant,” I said, running my fingers through his hair. He pulled one of my hardened pink peaks between his lips and laved it gently with his tongue. My head fell back with a soft moan, and my hips shifted on the seat.

“In a rush, baby?”

“Yes,” I gasped. He nipped the sensitive bud before moving his mouth to the other, capturing it within the wet heat of his mouth. He teased me with his tongue until I squirmed. “Keir…”

The limo pulled to a stop.
Finally!
Keir straightened and I pulled up my bra and dress, desperately trying to cover myself before the driver opened the door and bared me to the public.

Luckily, I was fast enough. Keir slid out first and then held out his hand for me.

I hesitated, just for a moment. The whole night seemed so unreal, like I’d only dreamed it, and it wasn’t even over. I wanted to remember this.

“Cadence?” Hearing my name shook me out of my fog. I took his hand.

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The hotel room was gorgeous. I almost wished I had a minute to explore. White furniture, a view to die for—but Keir’s hands were wandering down the front of my dress as he pressed me through the doorway and into the living room area. His pelvis was pressing against my backside, his erection against the small of my back.

“Alone now,” he said into my ear, his voice thick with hunger. “Mine now.” He twirled me around and crushed me against his chest.

I gasped and gripped his shoulders. His eyes were dark; all humor had left his face. Keir Sonder was done teasing, done messing around, and the realization made my whole body quake with excitement and need.

With a low growl, he wrapped my hair around his hand and held tight, tilting my head back for him. His lips crushed mine with a fiery hunger, lighting up my whole body. I grasped the back of his neck and hung on, though he held me in place. He angled my head where he wanted as he nipped and sucked, owning my lips, claiming them before he thrust his tongue between them.

I whined as he plundered my mouth. I’d never been kissed like that before, ever—never with such passion or such aggression. I shrank beneath him; I felt like I was sinking, drowning. The room melted away around us and all I could hear was my own frenzied breaths and moans.

I nearly dropped when he broke away. Only his arm around my waist kept me on my feet. He planted another slow, sensual kiss on my swollen lips as if he couldn’t stand to let me go for one second. Then another. I trembled in his arms. He utterly owned me in those moments—it was disconcerting, but so hot.

He broke contact to drop his jacket and yank his shirt over his head, revealing the sinuous riot of dark tattoos that wound around his arms. I traced his bare chest with my fingertips, all lean muscles and just a light dusting of hair. “No tattoos here?” I asked.

“Haven’t settled on a design yet.” He slid the single sleeve of my dress down my arm. God, he was rock hard all over. I wanted to take my dress off but I couldn’t seem to stop touching him. I kissed the spot where his shoulder met his neck, tasting his skin, and he exhaled sharply.

He unzipped the back of my dress. “Don’t make me tear you out of it,” he warned.

I didn’t want that—I loved that damn dress, even if it was only mine for one night.
Like him. I turn back into a pumpkin tomorrow.
I turned to let the dress fall and pushed those thoughts away.

Keir whistled. I tried to turn back to face him but he stilled me with heavy hands on my shoulders. “Walk.”

“Walk?”

He aimed me toward the wide bedroom door. “Walk.”

I stepped forward slowly, watching him over my shoulder. His eyes roamed my body in unabashed appreciation and for a fleeting moment, I felt like the sexiest woman on the planet. Emboldened, I pushed my black panties down over my hips and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them as I continued my slow, swaying stroll.

Keir made a sound low in his throat. When I looked again, he was kicking his shoes off and nearly tripping over his own feet.

I dropped the bra next, then turned and sat on the edge of the mattress.

He towered over me. I held his gaze as I reached out and opened his belt. He pushed my hands away and unzipped himself, letting his huge organ spring free.
No underwear!
It shouldn’t have been a shocker, but I was a little surprised. He chuckled as my eyes widened. “What’s wrong? Scared?”

“No.” I took him in my fist. I should have been nervous, for sure. He was just as big as I’d imagined when I spotted that bulge the night before, when he was onstage and I was snapping photos. My imagination had gotten away from me then. Now, the reality was even better. He was so hot and so hard in my palm, and it was all for me.
All mine. For now.
I leaned forward and kissed the tip of him, once.

Then again. Damn, I wanted
all
of him, and I didn’t want to wait another second.

His chest heaved with a deep breath. “Lie on the bed.”

Heart racing, I crawled up across the huge mattress and stretched out on my back, buzzing and tingling with anticipation. Keir retrieved a condom from his pants pocket and slid it on with on smooth, practiced motion, his eyes scanning my prone figure all the while. I crossed my legs tight.

“Ready, baby?” he asked, his voice raw and raspy, like he was on the edge of control himself. He crawled up the bed and held himself over me, looking down, eyes stormy and dark.

I answered with a kiss. He inhaled sharply before kissing me back in earnest. His hand strayed down to the apex of my thighs. I let them fall open as he pressed between them, seeking my wetness.

“Fuck,” he murmured as he dragged his fingers through my folds.

“Keir.” My hips lifted from the mattress as my body wantonly begged for him. “Please.”

“I hear you, baby,” he groaned. He swatted at my thighs. “Wider. Now.” He settled between them as I spread my legs open, inviting him in. Inviting him home. He positioned himself at my entrance.

My jaw dropped and my eyes squeezed shut as he slid deep, once slow, delicious inch at a time. God, he felt
so good,
I wanted to scream. I tilted my pelvis as he sank inside, angling to get him as deep as possible.

He growled when he finally, completely filled me. He was as deep as my body could take him. I locked my ankles over his ass and dug my fingers into his shoulders. My eyes rolled back and I moaned out loud. It was a snug fit—he stretched me almost to the point of pain, but my body quickly adjusted to his girth. “Oh God, this feels so good,” I gasped.

He brushed my hair aside and kissed me along my jaw, tilting my head for access to my neck. Then he began to move. He withdrew and teased me with a few shallow thrusts, just barely inside, before slamming back home.

It drove all the breath out of me, and I cried out like a cat in heat. Keir grasped my hips tight, lifting me partially off the bed as he took me, moving fast and hard, grunting as he found his rhythm. He didn’t move back very much, so his rapid thrusts created a nonstop vibration through my body as he pounded me hard.

I had
never
been taken like that, ever. My toes curled and my fingers raked his back as I made sounds that I didn’t recognize as my own. The slaps of our bodies colliding were impossibly fast, and the big bed rocked beneath us as if caught in a thunderstorm.

And Keir
was
like a storm—he was an explosion of savage energy and I was the very ground that he ravished. It was the vibrator-like effect that sent me tumbling over the edge, clawing his poor shoulders and screaming out a sound that resembled his name. I came hard, clenching around his pumping organ and thrashing my limbs, and yet he never slowed.

Instead he grabbed my arms and slammed them to the bed with a deep growl. He held me pinned with his big hands around my upper arms like shackles. It was too intense, too much—I was so sensitive, and yet he kept thrusting, pushing me higher and higher once again. Was it a second orgasm? Or just the first, drawn-out in one long, endless whirlwind of sensations?

Keir slowed just enough to speak. “Fuck, you feel so good, babe. I can’t believe you came that hard.”

“I can’t, either,” I breathed. He didn’t sound winded at all. I suspected he could keep going like he was all damn night.

“I’m gonna make you come again,” he said. He rotated his hips in a tight circle. I could barely comprehend how good it felt. I squeezed my eyes shut and my mouth fell open in wordless joy. “And again,” he growled, grinding into me and against me with more force. “I want you to never stop.” He had me on the edge again in seconds.