Cuffed to the Bad Boy Cop: A Stepbrother Romance (13 page)

We laughed and kissed as I unbuckled and unzipped him. He lifted his hips to help create some room while I pulled down the front of his boxer briefs. His heavy cock sprang free. I clasped his hard shaft and stroked from the tip to the base. Our tongues dueled as I caressed his hot flesh.

After nipping his lower lip, I slid down and wrapped my wet lips around the head of his cock. Gage combed his long, rough fingers through my hair as I lavished his dick with attention. I took my time and licked every inch of him. I really wanted to suck and lick on his sac, just the way he liked it, but knew that it just wasn't a possibility right now.

With my ass in the air and my head in Gage's lap, I relied on him to keep us safe. I didn't doubt for a second that he would protect me. The thrill of our taboo act, of me going down on him in the corner of a rest stop parking lot, heightened the experience. The way his hand slid up under my skirt made it even hotter.

I moaned around his cock as his fingertips slipped under my panties. He played with my slit while I bobbed up and down on his shaft. I swirled my tongue over the ruddy crown before sucking him deep. I loved the little frisson of panic that vibrated my lower belly as his cock jabbed into the back of my throat.

"That's it, baby," he urged with a raw groan. “Take me deeper.”

I relaxed my jaw and let him savor the sensation of being buried in my throat. When he finally eased off, I inhaled a long, shuddery breath. He plunged into my mouth again. My heart racing with exhilaration, I used the skills I had refined during our time together to rock his world.

"So good," Gage murmured. "Your mouth is so hot and tight."

Gage's fingers penetrated me, my slick honey easing his way. My stomach trembled as he slowly fucked me with his fingers. His thumb wiggled the base of the plug in my ass. My pussy clenched and my clit throbbed.

Gage pumped his hips, jamming his cock even deeper into my throat. I hummed around his shaft. His thick fingers pounded into me. I moved faster on his cock, my head bobbing up and down above his lap. I couldn't wait to taste his salty cum on my tongue.

There was a split-second of warning before he came. He grunted my name and shoved deep. Hot cum splashed my tongue. I gulped it down as I stroked his shaft. He breathed hard as I licked him clean. His fingers slowly left my pussy. I ached with need but recognized that mischievous glint in his green eyes. He wasn't going to let me come now. He was going to leave me aching and desperate for a climax.

Gage stroked my face and kissed me long and hard. He patted my bottom. "You want to pop into the bathroom here to clean up?"

I nodded. "You coming?"

Gage laughed. "Pretty sure I just did."

I rolled me eyes. "You know what I mean."

He smiled and helped me back into my seat before tucking his cock back into his boxer briefs and zipping up his jeans. "I'll walk you inside." He glanced around, his police officer eyes scanning the area for any danger. "This place is a little rough."

I didn't argue that point. Most rest stops were dodgy places, even the super clean and reasonably nice ones like this. Gage put the SUV into reverse and maneuvered into a closer parking space. I waited for him to come around and open my door, as he always did, and then stuck close to his side as we made our way to the main building.

He gave me a look that made me shiver just before I ducked into the ladies restroom. It was simultaneously warning and loving. Silently, he warned me not to remove the butt plug still tormenting me or to even try to get off and ease the discomfort of my pulsing clit. The protective warmth in his gaze showed me such care. More than anything, he wanted me to be safe.

As I crossed the bustling bathroom in search of an empty stall, I caught my reflection in the mirrors mounted above the sinks. I looked like a young woman who had been thoroughly debauched. I had to admit it was a good look on me. Flushed cheeks, slightly mussed hair, my shirt a bit rumpled.

One look at me and Mom was going to know exactly what was going on between us. I wasn't embarrassed or ashamed. What we shared was amazing and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Still, I rather liked our dirty little secret.

For now, at least, I wanted to keep it that way.

Chapter Nine

Hours later, I finally made my escape from the kitchen to the Jack-and-Jill bathroom between my bedroom and the guest room where my Great Aunt Vicki was staying for the night. I locked the door on her side and leaned against the cold wood. I closed my eyes and dragged in an exhausted breath.

Spending an entire afternoon and evening with dozens of family members crowded together would have been difficult on a good day. Holidays were still hard for me. Seeing our big, extended and now blended family sitting in the dining room, eating off the table my father had built with his two hands, brought back so many memories. Most were amazing but some were difficult to endure.

The sight of Jack, the stepdad I loved and respected, sitting in Dad's old spot left me feeling lonesome and mournful. I assumed it was just as hard for Mom. She loved Jack so much, but there was a reason she hadn't left this house when they had gotten married. At first, the excuse had been that Mom wanted me to finish high school in the same house I had grown up in all my life. When I had started college, she had decided that the real estate market was too soft. Now, well, I think Jack had finally accepted this home was never going to be sold. Dad’s memory, his spirit, pervaded every inch of this house, and Mom just wasn’t ready to let it go.

I didn’t know how Jack could stand it. More and more, I understood the depth of his love and affection toward my mother. His first wife—Gage’s mom—had been killed in a car accident when Gage was still a baby. The rumor was that she had been high on pain pills with tiny little Gage in the backseat when she lost control at an intersection and plowed into the side of a big rig truck. I had never been brave enough to ask or dig into that rumor. It really wasn’t any of my business.

I suspected Jack understood my mother’s need to stay inside this house and to honor my father’s memory. When people asked him why they were still here, he told them the house was part of my trust fund—and it was—but there was nothing in the trust that said they both had to stay in it. They could just as easily have rented it out or sold it and put the proceeds in my account.

Maybe Jack enjoyed living here and feeling close to my father. They had been friends since they were little boys, going off to the Army together and then coming back to Dallas as cops and detectives. Maybe he just liked keeping my mother happy.

Now that I had gotten to know Gage so much more intimately, I could see that the resemblance between the two men ran deeper than their looks. Both were sweet, kind and loving. They seemed to commit fully to one woman and to give her everything they had to offer. My mother and I were seriously the luckiest women in Texas right now.

A knock on the bathroom door that led to my bedroom interrupted my troubled thoughts. "Yes?"

"It's me." Gage's gruff voice penetrated the door. "You disappeared on me. You okay?"

I crossed to the locked door and opened it. We stared at one another through the gap for a long moment. Gage moved first. He pushed aside the door and stepped into the bathroom with me. He closed the door behind him and locked it, sealing us inside the small tiled sanctuary.

Backed up against the counter, I stared up at him. He invaded my personal space, his heat and scent engulfing me. His strong, protective arms slid around my waist, and I relaxed against him, sagging with relief as he held me. I didn't have to speak. Gage seemed to know. He simply held me and rubbed my back as I clung to him.

"I'm sorry, sugar. I know this isn't easy." Gage kissed the top of my head. "I'm not going to lie and say it gets better. It will probably always be hard around the holidays. I still miss my mom something fierce. It's painful to lose a parent."

Knowing he would understand, I confessed, “I was sitting there at the table, watching Jack and Mom together, and all I could think was that this thing between us might never have happened if Dad had survived that shooting.”

I bit my lower lip as it wobbled. Something painful and horrible clogged my throat. Sobbing, I admitted, “I wasn’t sure what to feel about that. I miss my dad so much, and I hate that he never got to see me graduate from high school or go to the prom or learn to drive. He’ll never see me get married or meet his grandchildren.”

I let loose a ragged sigh. “But I care about you so much, and I felt really sick inside when I thought that I might never have gotten to know you like this if Jack and Mom hadn’t gotten married.” Crying loudly, I asked, “How awful is that?”

“Oh, baby.” He hugged me even tighter. “You are not awful. It’s normal to think about the what-ifs.” Cupping my face in both hands, he said, “I believe that we would have found each other eventually. Hell, we might have even gotten together earlier if this whole messy stepbrother-stepsister thing wasn’t an issue. You would have just been my dad’s partner’s daughter. It would have been easier for damn sure.”

He studied me for a long, intense moment. “You need to quit thinking such sad things.” He dipped his head and murmured against my mouth, “Let me distract you.”

I wasn’t about to say no to that. Our lips met in a gentle, searching kiss. I rose on tiptoes to deepen it. My tongue darted inside his mouth and swept his. He groaned softly and slid his hand along the curve of my back to grip my ass cheek. The silicone plug in my bottom shifted slightly, and I moaned.

Fully aware I would have a hard time being quiet, Gage reached over and flicked on the exhaust fan. He also turned on the water, letting it splash loudly into the sink. Hopefully, that white noise would cover the soft moans and groans he was sure to elicit from my mouth. I just had to remember not to scream or shout when Gage finally pushed me over the edge into climax. As mischievous as he could be, I wouldn’t be surprised if he made it even harder for me to keep quiet.

Gage's lips trailed along the curve of my throat. Would he mark me with his teeth? Would he leave a love bite? No, today, he played nice. Though I loved wearing his marks on my skin around campus, I wasn't so sure about doing it here. It would make that whole lets-keep-this-a-secret business a little tough.

I gasped as Gage gripped the waist of my panties and tugged them down to my thighs. He gave another jerk and they fell down around my ankles. I lifted my right foot and shook them off. No longer bound by the fabric, I widened my thighs and welcomed his seeking hand. His fingers followed the seam of my pussy and penetrated me roughly. I jerked against the counter as his thick, rough fingers glided in and out of my tight channel.

In no time at all, I was wet and flooding his fingers with my slick heat. Gage dropped to his knees and pushed my skirt up around my waist. I grabbed the fabric and tucked into the waistband. He grasped my inner thighs and pushed them far apart. His mouth touched my pussy, and my knees wobbled.

I gripped the countertop and watched Gage's shaved head moving side to side. He opened my labia with his thumbs and let his tongue glide through my folds. He flicked my clit a few times before sliding even lower. His tongue penetrated me, and I moaned as softly as possible. He laughed against me, the low rumble vibrating through my core.

When his tongue traveled back to my clitoris, I pumped my hips. He flicked the swollen kernel and sucked it gently. I couldn't believe Gage was eating my pussy right here, right now. Our family and friends were milling about the big, old house. All that separated and protected us were a couple of locked doors. If anyone discovered us, I would probably die from embarrassment. Having sex in the bathroom at your mom and stepdad's house? On Thanksgiving? Yeah. Really uncool.

Gage gripped the base of the silicone plug and started to slowly fuck me with it. I whimpered at the wild sensation of having my clit licked and my ass stretched. The tapered silicone plug felt so good gliding in and out of me. All during dinner and the chit-chat after I had been so ridiculously aware of that thing buried inside me. With every movement, it had shifted. I had been sure everyone at the table had known what a dirty girl I was but no. It was our secret only—and so fucking hot.

"Gage!" His name escaped my lips before I could stop it. I bit my lower lip and rocked my hips as he went crazy between my legs. That skilled tongue of his fluttered over my clit. He fucked me shallow and fast with the plug, making sure the widest part of the silicone toy kept my bottom stretched. He tugged my clit between his lips and rubbed his tongue over it.

"
Gage
!" I whispered his name on a harsh sigh. That coil of pleasure in my lower belly sprang free. I came hard against his mouth, my pussy pulsing and clenching in rhythm with the bursts of ecstasy exploding in my core.

I still trembled with aftershocks when Gage suddenly stood, unzipped his jeans, freed his cock and rammed it right inside me. He grasped my ass and lifted me onto the countertop. My bare ass squealed against the cold granite as he fucked me with his massive cock. The plug in my bottom made it an even tighter fit. Every nerve below my navel tingled.

I couldn't get enough of Gage. I clutched his backside through the rough denim of his jeans and urged him to take me harder and faster. Our tongues danced as he thrust into me. I locked my legs around his waist and pulled him deep inside me.