Cuffed to the Bad Boy Cop: A Stepbrother Romance (2 page)

Ugh.
I didn't want to think of any of that tonight. My stressed-out body ached for release. I chose the simple silver egg-shaped vibe I liked the most and picked up the two porn DVDs I had managed to sneak into the house. Neither excited me at the moment. They were softcore
Fifty Shades of Grey
knockoffs. Tonight I wanted something really filthy and kinky, the kind of taboo stuff that made my heart race.

And I knew exactly where to find it.

Vibrator in hand, I left my room and padded across the hall to Gage's room. The door was unlocked as usual. I think he really thought I was too afraid to snoop around but the joke was on him. I snatched every opportunity to poke around in his things. That's how I had uncovered the massive stash of BDSM porn movies in the back of his closet.

My pussy clenched just thinking about the dirty movies I had watched. Spanking, flogging, rope suspensions, anal sex—some of them were really out there. I had seen things in one of movie that I hadn’t known were possible. It had all seemed a little sketchy at first. Actually, one of the scenes had kind of scared me because it was so intense, but the way the woman in the film had moaned and groaned and screamed when she came had made my clit throb. I had come so hard watching that scene I had nearly blacked out!

I opened the closet door and dug around until I found the container holding Gage's stash. I was careful not to disturb the precisely lined up shoes as I lifted the box and placed it on the floor just outside the closet. I set aside the vibrator, opened the container and sifted through the DVDs.

One of the covers caught my eye. Handcuffs. A police officer. Some kind of wicked interrogation. It was
exactly
what I wanted.

Fingers trembling, I hurried over to the entertainment center and slid back the front panels to reveal the flat screen and DVD player. I waited impatiently for the electronics to turn on and quickly dropped the DVD into the tray. While the film loaded, I ran over and grabbed my vibrator and then hopped onto Gage's huge bed. I snuggled close to his pillows and inhaled the familiar scent of his soap and antiperspirant.

God, he smelled so fucking good! My body just ached as I imagined how amazing it would be to tuck my nose against his neck and breathe in his smell.

But tonight Lisa was the one who got to hug him and kiss him and breathe in his incredible scent. Just thinking of Gage with the beautiful redhead made my stomach hurt. She was a nice woman so I couldn’t even be snarky and hate on her. It wasn’t her fault that the man I wanted didn’t want me.

Stop thinking about what you can’t have.

As I forced those troubling thoughts from my mind, I rearranged the pillows and grabbed the remote from the bedside table. I hit play and adjusted the volume. Leaning back, I let my thighs fall open and placed my hand on my mound. I took a regular trip to Brazil, if you know what I mean. The stinging pain was a small price to pay for such smooth skin.

Up and down, my fingertips glided over my sex. Slick heat seeped from my core. I swirled my fingers through the silky fluid and spread it all around. The action on the TV was starting to heat up with a spanking and a wet, sloppy blowjob. Knowing that this was the kind of thing that made Gage hot perplexed me. I would never have guessed Gage liked sex so rough and nasty. He seemed so conservative and was such a gentleman. I guess that old saying about judging books by their covers was right.

Of course, he probably thought the same thing about me. If he got a look at the books I liked to read, he would probably stroke out from shock. Just because I was a virgin didn't mean my libido wasn't just as raging as the next girl's. Someday I was going to find a man I trusted to give me exactly what I desired: hot, kinky fucking.

When the police officer in the movie handcuffed the woman to the chair, I got a wild idea. My gaze jumped to the dresser on the wall closest to the door. Gage kept his gun and other cop stuff in there. I crawled off the bed and scampered over to see what I could find.

Pay dirt!

Cuffs and key in hand, I skipped back to the bed and studied the wooden slats on his headboard. I couldn't handcuff both hands, obviously, but I could cuff one for a taste of the fantasy. I wrapped the cold metal cuff around my wrist and snapped it closed. I locked the other cuff around a metal slat and slid down in bed until the short chain was taught.

Hell yes!

I made sure to put the key on the bed next to my waist where I could reach it. I picked up the vibrator again and teased it through my wet slit. On screen, the police officer had the female subject restrained on a table in the interrogation room. He had three fingers buried in her pussy and smacked her breasts as he asked her questions. She writhed in pleasure and agony.

God, I so wanted to be her.

Eyes closed, I became that naughty criminal tied down to the table in the dimly lit interrogation room. It wasn't some nameless officer who worked me over with his hands and mouth and cock. No, it was Gage. His fingers were buried in and thrusting up into me. He pinched and tweaked my nipples and nipped at my belly.

I pressed the vibrator a little harder against my pulsing clit. I clenched my thighs as that first build-up to climax started. My lower belly trembled. Those shivery quivers invaded my core. I wanted to make it last. I wanted to draw this one out.

"Oh, Officer Cruz," I whispered, giving into the fantasy and imagining that it was his face between my thighs and his tongue lapping at me. "Gage!"

My toes curled into the mattress. I started to quake. My breaths came faster and faster. I was so close, so—.

Bang!

The bedroom door crashed open and slammed into the wall.

I gasped in fright and tried to bolt upright but the damn cuff wrapped around my wrist made me jerk so hard my shoulder ached. The vibrator rolled down near my feet. The key to the cuffs bounced right off the bed. The fact that I was locked to a bed and couldn't free myself was scary enough, but that anxiety was eclipsed by the sight of Gage looming in the doorway of the bedroom.

Oh,
shit
.

For a long moment, we simply stared at one another. The loud groans and the slap of flesh against flesh from the porn flick echoed in the silence. My face burned with embarrassment at having been discovered like this. My mouth went dry. My pulse raced. My libido tanked.

I was dead meat.

Gage's angry expression morphed to something else, something altogether more mischievous—and dangerous. His gaze flicked to the TV screen and back to me. He smirked. "Well, well, well. That's quite a predicament you've gotten yourself into this time, Meg."

I tugged on the cuff but it was futile. I wasn't getting out of this one. My voice abandoned me as Gage strode into the room with that confident swagger of his. His gaze jumped to the TV again. "This is one my favorites."

A red flush crept along my neck and into my ears as humiliation gripped me. I couldn't believe I had been caught masturbating in my stepbrother’s bed while watching his porn. It was just too awful for words.

He sat on the edge of the bed. I could feel his body heat and quickly pulled my legs together. Twisting my hips, I tried to get as far away from him as possible, as if increasing the distance between our bodies would lessen my humiliation.

"Don't." One word, spoken so softly but so firmly I instantly stilled. His rough, callused hand caressed my calf. His intense gaze pinned me in place. "I think we need to talk."

Chapter Two

I gulped. "Yes, sir."

His gaze narrowed. "Do you understand what that does to me, Meg? What it means to me when you call me
Sir
?"

I had a pretty good idea. "I think so."

"You understand what BDSM means? You understand how the lifestyle works?"

I nodded. "I've been reading about it for a long time."

He gestured over his shoulder. "And watching bondage and S&M porn?"

My ears felt hot. I dropped my gaze. "Yes."

"Don't be embarrassed." His hand swept up and down my lower leg in a comforting, reassuring way. "It's natural and normal to be curious. Some of us are made for this lifestyle. Some of us aren't."

I dared to lift my gaze. "And you are?"

He nodded. "I dabbled when I was younger like you. When I was serving in the Army, I became more confident in it. I met people who shared my interests. Now I belong to the local community." He studied me for a moment. "Is this curiosity or is this something else, Meg?"

I swallowed hard. "Something else."

He exhaled slowly. "I suspected. I just wasn't sure if it was my own desires clouding my judgment."

I frowned in confusion. "Your…desires? For
me
?"

He snorted in amusement. "You think you're the only one in this house with a forbidden crush?"

My brain went all fuzzy. "Um…what?"

“Darling, you can’t be that blind.” Gage shook his head. "You’ve had me twisted up in you since the night of your high school graduation.”

My eyes widened at his frank admission. “Oh.”

"I hadn't seen you in—what? Almost two years? You came skipping down those stairs at your mama’s house in that pink dress with your high heels in one hand and your graduation gown in the other and I couldn’t breathe. You weren't the skinny, annoying little brat I remembered. You were…different." He caressed my thigh now. "I felt confused. I wanted you—but you were just a kid.” His mouth slanted with wry amusement. “And you’re my sister.”

I made a face. “Stepsister. We aren’t related. At all.”

“Thank God for that,” he murmured, his hand gliding up my leg. “Do you remember that night? At the barbecue? I had to know so I invaded your personal space, and you dropped your gaze and started to breathe faster—and I knew." He gave my inner thigh a little pinch, and I gasped at the sharp bite of pain…and pleasure. “I knew you were just like me.”

I swallowed nervously. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You were eighteen years old, Megan. You needed to go out and experience the world.” He eyed me curiously. “Why didn’t
you
say anything?”

“I thought you didn’t like me. You always went out of your way to avoid me.”

“Because I wanted you so much it hurt,” he explained.

We sat in silence as the recognition of our mutual attraction hung in the air between us.

Feeling pathetic but unable to let my jealousy go, I asked, “Did you sleep with Lisa tonight?”

He unleashed a snorting laugh. “No, sugar, I didn’t sleep with Lisa. I didn’t kiss her either. I took her out for dinner. I took her home. That’s it.” He drew a shape on my thigh. I thought it might have been his initials. “I wanted to come home and sit with you on the couch. That’s all I could think about tonight. That I’d be happier sitting right next to you doing absolutely nothing. I just wanted to be close to you.”

I smiled timidly at that admission.

“But then I came home and I could hear you yelling my name and I thought the worst.” He scowled. “I thought for sure someone had broken in here to kill you.”

“Sorry,” I apologized. “I didn’t mean to worry you like that.” Dropping my gaze, I admitted, “I didn’t realize I was that loud.”

Gage inhaled a long, loud breath. "I suppose there's nothing to do now but get on with it."

My gaze jumped to his face. "Get on with it?"

“Yes.” He bent down to retrieve the handcuff key. He reached over me, his woodsy scent enveloping me, and unlocked the empty cuff hooked to the headboard slat. My heart dropped as I realized he was letting me go.

But when he snatched my bare wrist and lifted it overhead, my eyes widened in shock. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" He looped the cuff chain through the slats and fastened the metal cuff around my other wrist. Arms overhead, I truly was restrained now. I shivered as his big hand swept along the gentle slope of my bare belly. "You're the one who trespassed. Now I'm going to make you pay."

"P-pay?" I could barely squeak out the word. I had a really bad feeling about this.

"Yep." He rose from the bed and started to undress. My panic fled as I lusted after every inch of flesh he revealed. The man was all lean muscle. I raked my hungry gaze up and down his six-foot-one frame. I was surprised by the tattoos on his chest and upper arms. He always wore a shirt around the house so I had never caught a glimpse of them until now. I noticed the scars, some pink and others pearly white, marring his skin. War hadn't been kind to him. Neither had his S.W.A.T. career.

When I got my first peek at his dick, I nearly fainted. It was huge and thick, the crown ruddy and darker than the rest of him. At ease with nakedness and sexuality, he stroked his cock, sliding his fisted hand from the tip to the base and back again as he leered at me with that predatory gaze. Realizing I was his prey, I experienced a pulse of uncertainty. Gage was obviously a man with more experience than me. My confidence faltered. What if I disappointed him?

Gathering my courage, I licked my lips as Gage climbed onto the bed. I had to tell him. "Um, Gage, there's something you should know."