Crude: A Stepbrother Romance (23 page)

It’s raining, but I’m outside working on bike anyways under the eaves of the garage. Anything just to get out of the fucking claustrophobia of that damn mansion.

We managed to go all day avoiding each other, to the point where she even faked a headache or some shit to get out of dinner.

Real mature, princess.

At first, I wanted the chance to talk again. I
wanted
the chance to explain the other night and make her see how I’m not
that
kind of guy, no matter how crass I may be.

I’m still lost in my thoughts, cranking a socket wrench around one of my brake-pads when the tap on my shoulder drags me out of them. I turn to see Paige standing there just outside the cover of the eaves with an umbrella, looking at me quietly; “What do you want?”

She’s chewing on her lip, toying with her hands, and I can see her swallow heavily before she opens her mouth; “I want to show you something.”

I shake my head and roll my eyes as I turn back to my bike. I’m not going to play these fucking games with her, not anymore. I’m not going to do this back-and-forth boyfriend-girlfriend bullshit; not a chance. I’m over the whole virgin thing, and I’m
certainly
over that whole “confused about life”, “boo-hoo I’ve got everything” princess bullshit; “What, then,” I say, my back to her.

I can hear her take a deep breath, like she’s wrestling with something.
Good
, let her stew in her own shit for a while after that little freak-out the other day. Like I said, I’m over this.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that, dick.

“I need you to come with me.”

I frown and glance back at her; “Do I have to?”

The hint of a smile teases her lips before she pushes it back and nods; “Yes, please.”

“
Fine
,” I sigh, getting up off my knees next to the bike.

“Here,” She beckons me under the umbrella, and I reluctantly crowd in with her, our arms touching and me trying to ignore the scent of her hair in my nose.

“Where is this thing you have to show me?” I say with a resigned sigh.

“Just back here, c’mon.” I raise a confused eyebrow as she hooks her arm through mine and leads me around the side of the house, past the side gardens and back towards the pool. We pause at the door to the pool house while Paige glances back at the house, as if seeing if anyone is watching even though the staff is gone for the day and Joe and my mom are, surprise, out doing wedding stuff.

She twists the knob and pushes, and for a moment, I’m stunned, with absolutely nothing to say.

The little pool house is all lit up with white Christmas string-lights, draped over the windows and strung across the ceiling in lines like some sort of concert-venue marquee. Which makes sense, because there to one side of the of room is Paige’s keyboard, all set up and plugged in, with her songbook open across the top of it.

“Woah-” I finally say, stepping inside and letting my eyes dart around the room at the setup; “What’s this?”

“This is something I’ve been working on,” She says quietly, eyeing me cautiously; “And I want you to hear it.”

I want to suppress the look of surprise on my face, but it cracks out anyways; “Oh is it now?”

She shoots me a look; “Yes, it is. Now please just sit down and shut up before I lose my nerve.”

She nods towards the small love-seat parked opposite her keyboard before she moves behind the little piano and sits down. I shrug and plop down as she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.

And then she starts to play.

I’ve heard her sing before, but I guess I’m just not expecting it when she opens her and the sounds of an angel just tumbles out.
 

Holy shit.

Her fingers dance lightly across the keys, catching up with the perfect sound of her voice. Harmonies entwine, her voice matching the melancholy of the piano
perfectly
to the point where I’m just sitting there mouth open and soaking it all in like a sponge.

And as the words begin to flow, I know
exactly
what they’re about.

She sings about being scared, and unsure, and wanting to jump even if she’s worried. She sings about looking through the fog for a hand to hold, and someone to take that leap with.
 

I’m standing at the fragile edges, searching for your eyes,

take my hand and let’s jump from the ledges of our lives.

By the end, she’s got her eyes tightly closed as the last notes of her voice drip from her lips and a single tear clouds the corner of her lashes, and the room goes silent as she finishes. Her eyes are still closed, and I’m just seriously at a loss for words
.
I’m just
staring
at her with amazement and awe on my face,  just fucking
spellbound.

She opens her eyes finally, and I can see her look crumble as she glances up at me before dropping it to her lap; ‘Oh,
God
, you didn’t like it.” She quickly gets up from the keyboard, pushing at tears; “Look, forget it, just forget about everyth-”

I’m up and grabbing her arm as she starts to move towards the door.

“Knox, just let me g-”

“Paige.”
 

She stops at the sound of my voice, and she takes a breath before she turns to me. Her face with all the emotion written large across it, looks so delicate like glass; like she might shatter at any moment. She glances down at my hand on her arm, and bites her lip before she looks up into my eyes; “You didn’t like-”

“Paige, it was fucking
amazing
; it was
perfect
.”

And then I’m pulling her into me, and she gasps as she lets herself fall into me.

Our lips crash together like they’ve been apart for ages, and we’re moaning into each other as they part and tongues collide. My arms are tight around her, hugging her to me fiercely as she whimpers into me, her hands clutching at my back and her body melting into mine.

And it’s just
perfect
.

She gasps as I scoop her up into my arms and carry her back across the room to the love seat where I sat before, laying her down into it and covering her with my body. Our mouths crash back together, and where it was something fragile and something tender before, it’s hungry and roaring now.
 

She’s pulling at my t-shirt and my hand are sliding down to her waist, pushing her own shirt up and over her bra. We’re gasping into each other’s kiss as we strip each other feverishly, and I’m tossing my shirt across the room as she pulls the rest of hers off, reaching back to release her bra.
 

It’s skin on skin then, our kisses becoming more heated by the minute, our tongues wrestling each other as our bodies press together. The sound of the rain on the roof is like a distant staccato drum beat as I feel the hardness of her nipples and the pillowy softness of her breasts press against my chest. She gasps as I break the kiss, my lips dropping to her neck to gently that tender spot where it slopes into her collarbone.
 

She’s moaning then, arching her back as my lips drop down over her chest to wrap around one of her nipples. Her hands slide down my stomach to the buckle of my belt, yanking on it as she rocks her hips against me. My own hands are tugging at her jeans, and somehow we get each other’s open at the same time. She’s kissing me fiercely as her hands wrap around my throbbing length and my own fingers slide through her lips, finding her soaking wet and ready.
 

Grey rain beats down on the roof as we slowly strip away the rest of our clothes from each other, until we’re lying naked and entwined. Our lips are sealed together, and my fingers are stroking in and out of her, coaxing whimpering, hungry moans from her mouth as she strokes my cock. She’s got me right against her stomach, my throbbing length hot against her skin and the underside right against her opening.

“Knox-”

I pull away from her lips to see the need and the lust in her eyes, but also the fear and uncertainty; “Look, Paige, we don’t-”

“I want you.”

I can feel my whole body surge at her words, but I tighten my jaw and force it back down. I want this;
of course
I fucking want this. But she shouldn’t do this with me. And it’s for
so
many reasons, but mostly just because of who I am. And it’s possibly the hardest thing I’ve ever said, and not just because my cock is rock hard in her hand and pressing
right
up against the honey-sweet heat of her pussy, but I croak the words out anyways; “Paige, you should wait for someone special.”

She grins as she looks up into my eyes; “I have.”

She moans as I kiss her, hard, my fingers curling and stroking against that place just inside. I pull away for a second to grab at my pants on the floor, yanking my wallet out and the condom inside of it. Her eyes are wide as she watches me tear it open and then roll it down over my length, and I lean down to press my lips to hers; “Are you sure?”

“Do it,” She whispers, reaching down to wrap her fingers around me and pull me against her opening; “Please do it.”

She’s like heaven when I slide the head inside; perfect, tight, silk-lined heaven. I go slow, inching my way in and gauging it all by the look on her perfect, angelic face. She winces and I stop, but her legs are wrapping around my waist and pulling at me, urging me deeper. It’s haltingly slow, but as I slowly sink all the way inside of her, I’m watching the anxious tension on her face melt away into something else entirely.

Her brows go up and her jaw drops, and she
moans
.

A part of me wants to grab ahold of this girl and give her the fucking of her life, but I restrain myself, and instead I go slow. I’m slowly pulling out before I drive back in, watching the way her eyes go wide and the way her mouth forms that perfect “o”. She’s moaning, and moving her hips up to meet mine, and as she clings to me with her legs around my waist and her arms round my neck, she looks up at me and grins.

And then it’s just her, and I, and the rain on the roof outside. Who we are beyond that doesn’t mean a fucking thing in that moment; our pasts, where we’re going after this, what it means for our parents to be marrying soon.
 

It all doesn’t mean shit, because in that singular perfect moment, we’re just two people coming together in the most perfect way possible.

The tempo of our bodies and our pulses slowly moves faster. It’s never wild and it’s not like we’re going at it hard or anything, but
Goddamn
if it isn’t perfect. Her eyes never leave mine, and I can’t stop staring right into her as I feel her body start to ripple and shake around me.

 
I’m gritting my teeth, trying to hold it back and trying to make myself wait until she’s there with me, even if it’s so fucking hard with how damn tight and wet she is.
 

“Oh
God, Oh God-
” She whimpers, her breath coming ragged and stuttered. Her eyes squeeze shut then, and she starts to moan louder and louder before suddenly they fly wide open as her whole body begins to seize up.
 

And when she comes, exploding around me and gripping me so tightly to her, I let myself fall right over that edge with her. I see stars as I come right along with her, silencing both our cries with my lips on hers as our bodies crash together as one.

And we stay like that;
just
like that, for as long as we can.