Brock: A Bad Boy Romance (78 page)

Chapter 2

“Do you know how crazy you sound? I’m the one that should be furious. I came here to meet my stepbrother Matthew and I come across the one that got away. Owen, you’re going to have to leave. I can’t have you under foot and I don’t care if you are friends with my stepbrother.” Melinda was trying to make sense of this, while keeping her voice down low enough, so that others couldn’t hear what was going on. “We can’t be in the same house together. It will only lead to embarrassment.” She could remember the way that his hands felt on her body. The way that he continued to move like a machine throughout that entire weekend was only making her yearn.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My name is Matthew Owen Brady.” He was starting to realize that destiny and the stars had aligned in just the way that made it possible for them to find each other after all this time.” This can’t be happening.”

“I knew you, as Owen and now you’re telling me that your real name is Matthew. I’m trying to understand this, but it’s hard when you are slapped across the face with your first love.” “Matthew or Owen, whatever his name is has got me wrapped around his little finger. He has no idea what kind of control he has over my body and how at this precise moment I’m begging him with my eyes for another chance to see if that spark is still alive.” Melinda was walking with him. She heard something that made her look up at the precise moment that a huge plant fell from where it was perched on the balcony.

Protectively, she put out her hand and stopped the momentum of Matthew from going any further. It crashed to the ground and startled them both. Matthew looked down at her hand and knew that she had just saved him from certain injury. The planter must’ve weighed a ton and probably would have killed him, if it landed on his head.

“My baby…my baby.” Beverly ran over to her son, throwing her arms around him and holding him tight after such a close encounter. “Are you OK, Matthew? I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.” Their bond was cemented by a mother and son connection that went beyond just a loving relationship. They were cemented together by an untold secret that neither one of them were willing to speak in public.

“I’m OK, mother and it was just an accident.” Melinda was looking at the planter and then back up at the balcony and could see no way that it would have fell on its own. Even a gust of wind wouldn’t be able to lift that kind of weight. It was possible that it had slipped, but her mind was now a whirlwind of suspicion. She was going to have to check it out and see for herself, but she was quite sure that somebody had just tried to kill or at the very least scare Matthew out of his mind. “I think that if it wasn’t for my new step sister that I would’ve been seriously hurt. We owe her a debt of gratitude that I don’t think that either one of us will be able to pay back.” Melinda that had her hand still on his chest and it had nothing to do with showing any kind of protective gesture. She was feeling his muscularity and knew that he had put on some weight.

“It’s bad enough that I have to be in the same house, as him, but for him to actually turn his body into something that could grace the pages of any muscle magazine is almost too much to bear. His biceps are bigger and his body is making me yearn for another taste of what I had that weekend. Years have gone by and I have never forgotten what it was like to be in his arms. That feeling of intimacy combined with a fever of lust was more than enough to make me crawl to his bed over and over again. I don’t know that I can trust myself around him.” Melinda finally relinquished her hold, feigning innocence, as if she didn’t really want to take credit for his well being.

“I would’ve done that for anybody. I’m just glad that I was here and that I was able to stop that from happening.” Melinda got a hug from Beverly and she could feel her breasts pressing into her own nipples. “There’s no reason to show me this kind of gratitude. I’m sure that anyone would have done the same thing.” That hug lasted a little longer than necessary, but it appeared that Beverly wanted to show Melinda some kind of reward for what she had done.

“With everybody that’s staying here, I’m afraid that rooms are scarce. If it’s OK with the two of you, I would suggest that you stay in the same room together.” Beverly didn’t want Sheila, one of her distant nieces to get her clutched into Matthew. They had been flirting with seduction disaster for a few months. She trusted that nothing would happen with Melinda acting, as his own personal bodyguard and chauffeur. To Beverly, Melinda was trustworthy and everything that Kenneth had told her about Melinda had painted her in a good light. “You’re not related and I would like you to have this opportunity to get to know each other better, as siblings.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary, mother. I think that we are going to need our own space. I’m sure that there’s more than enough room to go around for everybody.” Matthew saw the look in his mother’s eyes and knew that she was up to something. He had seen that fiery redhead Sheila gazing at him with naughty thoughts in her head and then it dawned on him the reason why that his mother wanted to pair him with his stepsister. She obviously thought that nothing would happen between him and Sheila, but that was not his main concern. Being in the same room with Melinda would turn the heat up and it had nothing do with the temperature from the heater.

“I’m not going to hear another word about it, Matthew. This is the only way that it’s going to work and I’m not taking no for an answer. Do this for me and maybe there is something that I’ll give you in return. A certain car that caught your eye might be in your future.” Beverly had decided to use money, as a way to get what she wanted. She tried that with Kenneth, but found that he was not even interested in her money. They had literally fallen in love and it was unexpected, but not unwelcome.

Matthew had learned a long time ago that his mother could be quite forthcoming. He had tried to get out of it and now he was allowing it to happen. There was a part of him that could have fought a little bit harder, but there was also another part that wanted to be that close to Melinda. Just standing in her presence had brought back a flood of memories that gave him a hard on. He tried to hide it by shifting his weight, but he saw of Sheila leering and licking her lips. She probably thought that it was having her around that was causing him to feel this way, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Matthew took Melinda up to the room, closing the door and watching, as she went over to the white drapes and pulled them closed. “I don’t know what we’re going to do, Melinda. Thankfully, there are two beds, but there’s nothing separating us from jumping each other in the middle of the night. I’m going to try to contain myself, but it’s going to be very hard and I’m not using that, as a euphemism.” Matthew couldn’t stand still and he wanted desperately to circle his arms around her waist and press his obvious arousal up against her backside.

“We’re just going to have to try to keep it in our pants.” “I didn’t want to keep it in my pants and if I were a man, I would be whipping it out and attacking my prey. He looked, so damn good and that smell wafting in the air was making me to feel things. It’s familiar and strong and I doubt that anybody could keep us away from each other for too long.” “We are adults and it’s not like we are teenagers that have our hormones going out of control. We have free will and all we have to do is keep ourselves from going completely crazy for each other.” She saw him smile and then he turned and walked out that door. The only thing that she wanted more than anything was for him to come in and sweep her off her feet.

Melinda made sure to keep away from him, but it was an effort in futility. They were eventually going to have to sleep in the same room and that would’ve been tantamount to lighting a match on to gasoline that had been spread across the bed sheets. “I can’t possibly stay here and not do something about this obvious attraction between the two of us. I don’t like the idea that he has me where he wants me. I’m literally a captive audience and there isn’t a moment that goes by that I don’t think about him without his clothes on. I seem to recall that he likes to sleep in the buff and that’s just going to make things even that much more difficult.”

“I hope you don’t mind, but I may come by in the middle of the night and snatch him away from you. It’s even possible that he’ll come to me and I’ll be sure to keep my door open for that eventuality.” This home wrecker was not being very subtle and Melinda wanted to slap the taste out of her mouth, but thought that that might be a little too telling. “I think that he’s going to be mine and that his fortune and that body are never going to leave my sight again. If it doesn’t bother you, maybe you can talk me up to him. I don’t think I need the extra incentive. He’s obviously attracted to me and I don’t think that it was lost on anyone the way that he suddenly got excited with me standing there.” Sheila had designs to be part of the Brady clan. She was not really related and the fact that they had played with fire already had only consumed her to the point that she wanted to take it to the next level.

“I’m not his babysitter or his mother and he can do whatever he wants with you or anyone. I’m just not going to help you try to seduce him into your arms. Besides, I don’t think that you have any problems getting a man to follow you back to your bedroom.” Melinda saw her, as a threat in the way that she carried herself with that low strapless dress that made it impossible for her not to notice that Shelia was blessed in many ways. “I’m just his stepsister and I’m getting to know him. Putting me into this position would be making light of the fact that we’re here to get to know each other.” Melinda was making it very clear to Sheila that she was not going to stop any kind of shenanigans in the middle of the night.

“I thought that we were sisters and that, as women, we look after each other. I guess I was misinformed and I wouldn’t expect him back in the room, until morning.” Sheila walked away, smiling and knowing that tonight was the night that she was finally going to take Matthew to bed and put a smile on his face. She did have one other thing to do for Beverly, as a favor, but even that would be something that she could look back on fondly

“I know that Matthew has no designs on her and that her sniffing around is nothing, but a one sided attempt to get him into her trap.  I can to keep him safe, but I can’t be everywhere. I know that he’s a man and that he has needs and that Sheila is ready to give it up without any kind of fight. Can he possibly fight that urge, or is he the man that I think he is? I guess there is only one way to find out.”

Chapter 3

Dinner was served and to say that there was sexual tension around the table would be a vast understatement. Sheila was sitting on one side of Matthew and Melinda was sitting on the other side. It made for some very interesting glances in his direction, although it didn’t appear that the rest of the family noticed what was going on.

Matthew shifted nervously, trying his best not to stare at the plunging neckline of the red summer dress that Sheila was now wearing. This was obviously her attempt to get his attention and he was doing everything he could to deny her that request. The virginal white dress that Melinda was wearing made him smile. The fact that she could even attempt to suggest that she was pure was laughable. The things that they had done that weekend were enough to make him want to have a repeat performance. The way that she moved like a cat served to feed his desire in a way that he couldn’t get from any other woman.

“Kenneth and I would like to make a toast to family. It is, so nice to have everybody underneath the same roof and to welcome new additions like my dear Kenneth and his daughter Melinda. I think we all know that my husband was the benchmark for this family, but now we are about to embark on a new chapter. My marriage might have been sudden, but his love was very evident from the moment that I met him on the beaches of St. Croix. I didn’t think that any man should be wearing thongs, but on him it worked.” There was a medley of snickers around the table and even Kenneth turned a bright shade of red at the mention of his privates on display.

“I really do appreciate how welcoming all of you have been to me and my daughter. We struggle to find that bond that has been broken. Maybe now with this new family we can heal those wounds that have been festering for way too long. I guess it goes without saying that my relationship with my wife was volatile. It’s not to say that I struck her, but we did get into a lot of arguments and most of it was about money. I was a freelance musician and she was always the one that was bringing home the bacon. Anyway, I believe that everybody has the right to start over and this is my time to finally get it right.” Kenneth was standing there and he could see that his daughter was not exactly happy with the way that he was speaking about her mother.

Everybody put out their glasses and there was the sound of clinking, which followed a meal that was fit for a king. Lobster and scallops were the order of the day, including shrimp and a medley of fresh fish that tasted like it just came out of the ocean and it did.

“Kenneth and I are going to go into town and enjoy the night life. If anybody wants to join us, there is more than enough room in the van. Otherwise, have a great time and enjoy this place, because you only get one life to live and sometimes you have to take the bull by the horns. That’s what I did with Kenneth and let that be a lesson to all of you that love can come up and bite you on the ass when you least expect it.”

Beverly had no idea that her speech was making both Melinda and Matthew think about the possibilities. The idea that they could actually stay away from each other was completely crazy. Their bodies were crying out for that one moment of bliss and Beverly had said that it was time to grab onto a bit of fun and never let go.

Melinda was done with her meal and she went over to the other side of the house to overlook the ocean. She was standing there for a couple of hours with a glass of wine with the wind rustling that white dress. She felt like she wasn’t alone anymore. A pair of hands wrapped around her waist and she immediately made this sigh of contentment, before lying back in her lover’s arms.

“I thought that I might find you here. You’ve always been fascinated by the water. That vacation was something to remember and I think we both know that something is happening between the two of us. We don’t have to hide it, or at least we don’t have to hide it from each other.”

“I want him to bend me over right here at the balcony. He can lift my dress and see that I’m not wearing the panties that I was before. He needs to take the initiative, because I’m not sure that I have the courage to break the ice.”

“I can’t tell you what you’re feeling inside, Matthew. I just think that there’s been something missing and now that we are together it’s like two puzzle pieces coming back where they belong. I heard what your mother said and I don’t want the love that we shared to slip away again. It took a lot of willpower to let you go the last time and I’m not sure that I have the strength to do it again.” She felt his hands lifting the dress and the cool wind from the ocean was enough to keep her staring out at the waves and wondering what he was going to do next.

“I can’t help it and I’ve had my meal, but I didn’t have dessert. There’s a certain pie that makes me salivate for the chance to taste it. Its creamy and delicious and I haven’t had the pleasure in many years.” He easily moved to his knees, looking behind to make sure that they weren’t going to be interrupted. The curtains to the balcony were obscuring anything that they were doing and he was going to take full advantage of that privacy. “You look better than you did that night. I’m sure that you noticed that I put on a little weight. I needed find some way to burn off that access energy, so I devoted my time to competing in decathlons end marathons. I guess I was trying to substitute exercise with the kind of sex that we had that weekend.”

She heard him gasp from the revelation that she wasn’t wearing panties. Her juicy hole was already showing that her excitement was beyond the norm. She could feel the drippings down the inside of her legs and then the feel of his agile and hot tongue following that line all the way back up to the treasure of her sex.

“I don’t know if I should scream or push back against him. This is what I’ve always wanted, but now that it’s here, I’m not sure that I’m worthy of his devotion. I don’t care and his tongue is stirring up old feelings that have never gone away. I’ve never met a man that knew my body better than he did and I think that I’ve been trying to find it or a semblance of what we had with other men. I guess I was fooling myself and there is no substitute for the one that got away.”

Melinda moaned and did not care if anybody heard her. She was actually hoping that Sheila was nearby and that she would witness this and know that her eager little fingers were not going to get anywhere near this beautiful specimen of a man. She tried in vain to keep her eyes open, but the pleasure was too intense. It grabbed her by the throat and throttled the climax out of her.

“I would never…believe it in a million years…but I’m once again cumming all over your lips.” She shuddered and she felt her legs begin to let go, only to have him hold her up to the onslaught of his oral attention. There was no denying that he knew what he was doing and that feeling of being at one with her body was like a personal awakening. “Yes…god damn it…fuck me with that tongue.” She had purposely raised her voice in hopes that her declaration would be heard by everybody, including Sheila.

Matthew held onto her ass cheeks, spreading them to see the product of her arousal. Those wet pink lips made him into Melinda’s personal slave, as he delved to make her find the woman in herself many times to come. The first time was only a tease any and he had every reason to believe that she could reach that pinnacle of lust again and again. He knew that from personal experience. He knew exactly what to do to drive her out of her mind with this crazy form of desire that could not be contained.

“I don’t think that you should do…that again.” She lost her breath and she held onto the railing with your fingernails digging into the unyielding wood. It was a magical setting with a very greedy man that couldn’t get enough. His lips were constantly moving her from one orgasm to the other. It was like he could play her body like a musical instrument

Hitting those high notes made him even that much more determined to see what else he could make her body do. He was a ravenous man and if he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought that this was the one woman’s that could take him out of his comfort zone. He was pretty much a one note wonder, but when it came to Melinda he found himself stretching his sexual wings.

Her entire body was a live wire ready to go off and the only thing that was preventing her from fainting was the sheer will to want to stay awake for the duration of what he was doing to her. She had lost track of time and that feeling of euphoria surrounded her and made her think that it was never going to end. He finally took away the long protrusion, replacing it with a soft kiss on her clit, which made her jerk with the sensitivity of what he had just done to her.

“I hope that keeps you satisfied, until I get you alone in our room. We are on the other side of the house and whatever noise you make is going to be muffled by the constant drone of air conditioning. You won’t have to hold back and I think we both know that this was just the way to reacquaint ourselves with how our bodies react when we get this close to each other. I hope you know that you’re the only one that has been able to turn my head like this. You have no idea how much I missed this and how much I am looking forward to spreading your legs and fucking you, until you can’t breathe. I want you to feel my cock deep inside that pussy again. I want you to ache for me and you will look at me with that fire in your eyes. You know the expression that I’m talking about and it’s the one that you probably had, while I was eating that sweet piece of pie from behind.” His member was rubbing obscenely against her wetness and leaving behind the telltale dampness on his own trousers.

“Matthew, I think that you should leave, before I turn around and attack you with no regard for what your mother or my father might think, if they found us in a compromising position.” Melinda didn’t have to turn to know that she had gotten her point across. His footsteps leaving and the sound of the door closing was a sure sign that he was going to give her the space that she needed to compose herself. “I don’t know what kind of effect that he has on other women, but with me it’s like he knows how to touch me in just the right way. The whole weekend was a blur, but I remember everything in vivid detail. I want this and that slut Shelia is not going to get in my way. If she tries, then she’s going to find out that I’m not a woman to be denied.”

Melinda could see the boats in the distance and the twinkling lights of other houses. She took a walk down to the beach, following the illumination of the sun lamps that led the way. What she saw next was something that made her hide and look through the bushes to see Sheila being seduced by another. It took her a moment to recognize her lover, but the woman in question was none other than Beverly. The way that they were kissing and squeezing each other close was a sure sign that this was not an isolated incident. Melinda wondered what her father would think, until he emerged from the surf completely naked and swinging with a renewed vigor. She had to turn away and put her hand up her mouth with the implication that her father was a bit of a player.

“I guess I never really knew my father at all. Good for him and maybe this is what he was missing from his relationship with my mother. If he can get that with Beverly and the freedom to explore with other lovers, then why shouldn’t he take a spoon and dig into the variety of flavors. It’s possible that I get my adventurous streak from his side of the gene pool.” She took one more look and then turned around, before she would go blind.