Criminal: A Bad-Boy Stepbrother Romance (19 page)

His green eyes move over my face, over my body, down
to where his cock is firmly rooted in my pussy and the way my pale
skin parts for his ruddy tool. It's so obscene, and so hot, and the
man knocking at the door can't stop that, not even as we can hear the
keys begin to work in the door. They must have finally got the spare
set.

"Hurry!" I beg him, needing my relief,
needing to finish this, whatever it is. Whatever primal need that's
driving us both on. I fear that if we're interrupted, we'll never
recover.

We'll never find our way back.

And he presses my legs back even further as he begins
to rub my clit harder and with more ferocity. His rough hand is
usually so skilled and careful, but this time, it's brute force to
match the rest of him, and I love it.

It sends a jolt down my spine and then the waves of
pleasure descend.

I scream as the door clicks above me, opening and
knocking me in the head.

"Sir!" The man yelps, looking at the scene
of the two of us on the floor, slaves to passion and one another's
bodies.

There's no stopping Kaiden, though, not then. He's a
wild beast, and his hips keep moving as my pussy squeezes his tool,
begging him to come. Begging for him to meet that peak with me.

"Kaiden!" I scream again, and another
tremble goes through me, my muscles tightening and massaging his
cock, and I can feel it start to swell, warning me of what's to come.

He thrusts in harder as the man grabs at his shirt,
trying to tear him away from me, but there's no stopping him.

"Abby!" he growls as he hits his peak, his
pleasure flushing his face, his entire body tightening before he
stabs himself deep inside me, spilling that seed against my womb once
more, flooding my pussy with his hot come.

My legs are still pinned between my shoulder and his,
and he doesn't stop, not fully, not even after he reaches his peak.
He gives a few more thrusts, making sure that every last drop of his
come is lodged within me before he finally glares up at the gas
station attendant.

"I'm done," he says, swatting off the other
man's hand as if it were a disgusting gnat he didn't want touching
him.

"You mind giving us a second?" he asks,
though it's not a question. He grinds his cock into me, the flared
tip pressed against my deepest recesses, as if in an example to the
attendant who stares a little too long.

I don't know what we must look like, filthy and
dirty, rolling around and fucking on the floor of a gas station, but
a huge part of me doesn't care.

I have Kaiden back, and that's all that matters.

The attendant finally leaves, giving us a few moments
of privacy, though I know he's waiting just outside the door to,
what? Chastise us?

The thought makes me laugh out loud as Kaiden pulls
from me, and he gives me an odd look. I shake my head, and bite down
on my lip for a moment.

"I think this is the first time anyone's ever
caught us being bad together," I giggle, and Kaiden begins to
laugh as well.

"Yea, you were always so good at not being
caught, Princess," he says, trying to keep his tone light as he
turns on the tap, washing himself off. "And this time here you
are, screaming like a banshee."

I titter nervously as I quickly wash myself as well,
and we make our way past the judgmental stare of the gas station
employee, both of us laughing like kids.

I have a little bounce to my step, and I know I
should be embarrassed at being caught having sex in a public
bathroom, or at least feel like I need a shower— which I do—but
I just feel so
great
. All of that aggression and worry and
lust all built up and just had to erupt.

And
holy wow
did it erupt.

I look up at him, smiling and expecting to see the
same look on his face, but he looks... different somehow. Maybe it's
just the pain of his wounds, and I know we need to get to a pharmacy
at the very least, but it's not the same. Not even the same as last
night, when he was in plenty of pain.

I slow down, standing near his bike, and tug his
hand.

"What's wrong?" I ask, glancing back at the
building and checking that no one had been following us.

He shakes his head, patting my shoulder gently.

"It's nothing. I just need to get to the store
and get some bandages," he replies, but I know there's more to
it. He's holding something back, but he gives me a look that warns me
to drop it.

We climb back on his bike, but suddenly it doesn't
feel the same. It doesn't feel as comfortable, as safe. I'm not sure
what just happened between the time that we were rutting on the
bathroom floor like animals and now, but there's definitely something
off.

I wrap my arms loosely around his waist as he starts
us off. I'm not sure where he's taking us, but I'm too exhausted to
protest. The sun is starting to set off in the distance, a few clouds
dulling the light and making it seem almost ominous.

We can't really talk with the roar of the motorcycle
between us, so I rest my head against his spine, listening to the
rapid beating of his heart.

What did he have to do to rescue me? What is it
that's bothering him?

My heart begins to beat faster, matching the pace of
his, and I go over the options in my head. That he escaped, that he
came back and rescued me, without anyone getting in his way. But I
know that's not what happened.

The huge gash along his stomach didn't come from
nothing, barely bandaged with an old t-shirt.

But I'm too scared to think of the other options.

Did he hurt someone?

Or worse?

The thought makes my blood go cold.

How could I have someone's murder on my hands? How
can I live with myself knowing someone else died for me?

I shake the thought out of my mind. I know Kaiden. I
know he wouldn't do that, wouldn't kill someone in cold blood. He
beat up bullies, he was always in a fight, but he'd never kill
someone, I'm sure of that.

But the way he's grown so cold since our quickie...

It's an hour later, and we're in another town about a
hundred miles away from where Kaiden lives and about fifty miles from
where we grew up.

I vaguely remember driving through on my way in, and
Kaiden pulls up next to a bank that looks to be closed. He turns off
the ignition, then reaches into his pocket, handing me a small key.

"This is the place the money is, Princess. Come
here tomorrow, show them the key, and tell them you have a safety
deposit box you need to open. Six, five, three, one. You got that,
Princess?"

I nod, my eyes moving over his. There's no spark
there, no fire, just... shadows.

"Six, five, three, one," I repeat back to
him, and he nods, leaning in and kissing my forehead.

He turns on the motorcycle once more, and a few
moments later, we're pulled up next to a pharmacy where I see a
strange sight.

My car. Sitting in the parking lot, abandoned and in
the dark. How did he get that here from Axel’s place?

I furrow my brow, not quite sure what to make of it
as Kaiden dismounts.

"I have to get some stuff for my wounds,
Princess, but..."

I stare at him, dread hanging heavy in my heart.

"Don't," I say, my voice sounding so soft
and scared. The parking lot is dimly lit, and I can see the pain in
his expression as he shakes his head.

"Princess, this is it... I can't be the man you
deserve," he says, and the words cut through me like a knife.

It's like he just ripped out my heart and threw it on
the ground, and I clutch my chest. I'm not able to breath, my throat
constricted, and he reaches out instinctively to lay a hand on my
arm, helping me stand straight.

Tears blur my vision as he stares down at me.

"I can't change what I did, Abby. What I had to
do to get you back."

"Stop," I plead with him. I don't want him
to say anymore.

This is supposed to be our happy ending. This is
supposed to be our happily ever after.

He presses his lips to my forehead, brushing some of
my hair from it so tenderly. He inhales, and I tremble against him,
trying not to cry. Not to let him see me lose myself.

But this can't be the end!

"He's dead, Abby. I killed him, so that you can
live. But that wasn't your choice," he says as if he
instinctively knows I'd blame myself. Maybe he does.

"I didn't want to, but I had to, but no matter
what Axel says, I'll never be free of my past. Not totally. But you
can be," he says, his index finger curling under my jaw, making
me look up at him.

"I don't care!" I cry out, thrusting myself
into him and making him cringe in agony. "I don't care, I just
want you!"

But he kisses me again and shakes his head, and my
whole world comes crashing down upon me. He's resolute, and I hate
him so much at this moment.

He's supposed to protect me, to be the one that will
always be here for me, and now he's leaving me again?

"Princess, I need you gone by the time I come
back out. They're going to be watching me," he says before he
presses his lips to mine, quieting another sob from escaping.

How am I supposed to just leave? To let him walk away
from what we have?

My chest heaves, and my knees feel like they're going
to buckle and let me fall, but Kaiden lets me go, and somehow I
manage to stay on my feet. He grabs the backpack that was stuffed in
the saddle, handing it to me.

"I got your laptop and some of your clothes and
things. It's not much, but it's not safe to go back there, ever. Do
you understand? You have to stay as far from that place as you can,
and once you get that money from the bank tomorrow, never come back
here either. Start fresh, somewhere where they can never find you
again."

I can barely make sense of his words even, but I'm
too exhausted to fight him anymore. He's made up his mind.

He's decided for the both of us what I'm to do.

He kisses my forehead again.

"Go to college, Abby. Make a life for yourself.
Make me proud, okay? You always said I was your hero, but you've
always been mine, Princess. Please... Please don't make this harder
than it needs to be."

I don't. I can't. I'm too dazed, too sad and
disappointed and deflated to do anything more than drag myself to my
car, chucking my bag in the passenger seat and slumping down.

If he doesn't want me here, then there's no reason
for me to stay.

As he makes his way into the pharmacy, his shoulders
are slumped, and I watch my step-brother turn his back and leave me
once more.

All I can do is cry. Big, ugly tears, my skin still
holding the imprints and sensations of where and how he touched me.
The things he did to me. The things I wanted him to do to me.

And now it's all over.