Dick: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance (29 page)

“Preston,” I breathed, grasping
his hair. His tongue made one long lick from my entrance to crest of my vulva
and I sighed, arching, my nipples puckering in the cool air conditioning as he
spread my folds with his fingers.

“Every day of my life,” he said
between licks. “I’ll do this every day of my life if it means you’ll forgive me.”

“Oh, Preston,” I said again,
shivering as he began to torture my bud in earnest. “I already do.”

But that didn’t stop him. I knew
it wouldn’t. I had been counting on it.

He slid one of his fingers inside
of me, using it to brush my sweet spot as his lips wrapped around my tender
nubbin and sucked gently. I reeled, my heels on his shoulders as he devoured
me. I felt like the only woman in all the world at that moment, like nothing
that had happened to either of us had ever mattered. We were all there was, all
there ever would be. I closed my eyes, squirming as Preston brought me to the
edge of oblivion, holding me there as I moaned his name and inhaled his scent
with every labored breath I took of him.

“Don’t stop,” I urged him,
pulling on his hair as a wave of pleasure shook me. “Jesus Christ, Preston.
Don’t ever stop!”

“Never,” he promised, getting
back up onto his knees. He laid me back against the leather seat, climbing on
top of me as we kissed again and I tasted my sweet nectar all over his lips.

I whimpered and pressed up
against him, my fingers quivering as I worked each button on his shirt. I swept
it away, reveling in the sensation of his smooth, broad chest pressed against
my own. I could feel his abs ripple against my taut tummy, could feel the weight
of him pressing down on me in all the right ways. Involuntarily I parted my
legs for him, letting his hips rest in the valley between them. I didn’t even
have to think about making love to Preston. It was something as natural as
blinking, as breathing in the air around me. My body acquiesced to it before
the question was even asked in my mind.

He slipped his strong arms around
me, his biceps bulging and quaking as he lifted me up to his mouth. In the
space between us I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them down his
legs along with his boxer briefs until I could feel his hard flesh brushing
against my mound. He was so stiff, so swollen for me that I knew it must be
painful. I let my hand wander over it, teasing his shaft with my fingers as I traced
every vein that ran from root to tip, making him shudder and groan.

“Maddy,” he gasped into my ear.
His breath was sweltering hot. “I need you.”

“I need you too,” I told him,
wrapping my legs around his waist as he took the invitation and dove inside of
me, striking deep and true.

I threw my head back, my hair
spilling over the seat behind me as Preston captured my throat in his lips. He
placed soft, lazy kisses all along it, each press of his mouth inspiring in me
a new kind of pleasure I’d never felt before. I wiggled as he teased, sighing
and shivering, digging my nails into his shoulders as he pumped steadily into
my warm, wet chasm. There was a tenderness in his touch this time, a
desperation that transcended mere carnal need.

Preston wasn’t fucking me this
time. This time, we were making love.

I hid my face in the curve of his
neck, muffling my cries of ecstasy on his flesh. He only allowed this for a few
moments before he took a handful of my hair and pulled me away from him, gazing
into my eyes as he said, “Look at me.”

I bit my lip, my cheeks flushing
with shy desire. He smiled and kissed each one, showering that redness with
affection as it lit up my freckles like the lights on a Christmas tree.

Preston drove into me again and
again until finally he sat back on his heels, pulling my hips up onto the tops
of his thighs and knees. He held me with one hand as the other drifted to my
pussy, his thumb grinding into my clit as I seized and shouted, clenching him
between my thighs as I gasped for breath.

“Fuck!
Preston!”

“Cum for me, Maddy,” he said. He
sounded more like he was begging than commanding. It thrilled me all the same.
“Please, baby. I want to feel you around me. I need to feel you…”

I grasped my tits in my hands,
tugging and toying with my nipples as bolts of bliss jolted into my core. A
tension was building, one that had been waiting quite some time for release,
and when the dam finally burst I careened headlong into a beautiful abyss.

I writhed uncontrollably, my
inner muscles clenching down around Preston’s cock and milking it for all it
was worth as wave after wave of rapture overtook me. It was like a tide was
sweeping me out into an endless sea, pulling me down into depths I could not
fathom, assuring that I would never breathe again as I sank and sank. And yet I
didn’t care. I wanted those waves to drown me, to pour over me and wash every
ounce of my being away. But Preston kept me grounded. He held onto me, watching
as his face twisted with pleasure, gritting his teeth as his own passion
consumed him just as it had consumed me.

“Maddy,” he groaned. That word
left his lips like a prayer, and a moment later, he worshipped me with his
seed.

He fell forward and I caught him,
kissing him over and over as he filled me in the way I’d needed ever since we’d
last seen each other. That sensation of wholeness returned to me, and for the
first time in weeks, I felt utterly at peace with him and with myself.

We lay together for innumerable
moments, entwined in one another and unwilling to let go. Tears were brimming
in my eyes again. The tidal wave of my pleasure had been replaced by one of
emotion, and I couldn’t stop the sobs wracking my body as Preston kept me safe
in his arms.

“Hey,” he said, finally drawing
away from me. “You know who deserves a happy ending?”

“We do,” I said, laughing as I
blinked the happy tears from my eyes. “We fucking do.”

Preston smiled. He brushed the
last tear away with his thumb. “You’re damn right,” he told me. “And I think I
know just the place to make it happen...”

If
you’d told me three weeks ago
that I’d have Maddy out on my boat cruising through the Caribbean, I would have
said you were crazy. Back then she was still my soon-to-be stepsister, it
looked like my father had won, and I’d firmly believed I’d chased away the love
of my life for good.

Now here we were, just the two of
us aboard my boat, the shadow of impending relation no longer looming over us.
We were finally, completely free, and it was the best feeling I’d ever had.

I watched her as she sauntered over
in her white string bikini, the one with a big, gold ring that pulled together
the front of her top and accentuated her inhumanly perfect cleavage. The way
her hair fluttered in the warm breeze made her look like she was in some kind
of
Sports Illustrated
ad as she bent
over to hand me another daiquiri.

I gently pulled open the front of
her top with one finger and peeked at her bountiful breasts. She laughed and
slapped my hand away before sitting down on my lap, relaxing against me in the
sun.

“This is perfect,” she said,
sipping on her drink as we baked under the clear skies together. “I can’t
believe how lucky we are.”

“Good things come to those who do
good,” I told her. It might have been ineloquent, but it was true. “You taught
me that,” I added, kissing her shoulder.

She smiled and turned toward me,
placing her own kiss on my temple. “I love you, Preston Harvey. You know that?”

I grinned. It was the first time
either of us had said it to each other, but we’d both known well before now how
we felt. It had been love at first sight—we just hadn’t known it at the time.
Now that we did, it was something we’d never forget.

It still felt good to hear her
say it, though. And it was only fitting, since I had a very important question
for her.

“I love you too,” I replied,
kissing her on the lips. Then I tapped her thigh with the palm of my hand. “You
gotta get up, though. I have something to give you.”

Maddy giggled and stood, looking
up at me as I got up from the lounge chair. “Is that a ring box in your pocket,
or are you just happy to see me?”

I stared at her, mouth agape.
“You bitch,” I muttered, giggling as she slapped my shoulder. “You ruined the
surprise.”

“The real surprise would be if
you managed to slip something past me,” she said, biting her lip as she gazed
up into my eyes. “Come on, Preston. Ask me. You already know what I’m going to
say.”

I smirked.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said as I did what I was told.

I lowered myself down on one knee
with much grunting and groaning and holding my back while Maddy rolled her eyes
and tried not to smile at me. Then I reached into the pocket of my shorts and
pulled out the ring box she’d already known was there. At least she didn’t know
what was inside of it.

“Madison Hearst,” I began, and
even though I knew what her answer would be, my pulse quickened all the same.
“You are the single best thing to have ever happened to me. Before you, I
thought I knew what wealth was. Before you, I thought I knew how the world
worked. Before you, I was sure there was no such thing as love. Well, I was an
idiot. You made me see that. And now I want to show you something in return.”

I opened up the box. I’d never
felt so proud in my life as I did at that moment when she gasped.

“Oh my God,” she breathed.
“Jesus, Preston. It’s beautiful!”

She stared down at the rose gold
ring I’d picked out for her, the one with a twisted, diamond-encrusted shank
framing the brightest pink diamond money could buy. Knowing and loving Maddy
had made me rich in an intangible way, but being an actual billionaire still
had its merits when it came to gifts.

The sun reflected off the gem’s
surface, painting Maddy’s face with an array of prisms that would have rivaled
the Hope Diamond. I took her hand—she was too flabbergasted to give it to me on
her own—and slowly slid the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly, just as I’d
intended. It had been hell getting her ring size while she was sleeping.

“Madison Hearst,” I intoned,
trying to sound very, very serious. “Will you marry me?”

Maddy looked from me to the ring,
then back again. I quirked a brow at her as I waited for her to respond.

In typical Maddy fashion, she
made me wait. And then she grinned and threw her arms around me as I stood,
bouncing up and down as she cried, “Yes! Yes!” over and over again.

My heart swelled as I took her in
my arms, holding her tightly and kissing over the waves of her hair as she
committed to being my wife. I’d never wanted anything so badly in all my life
as this, and now that I had it, I felt utterly complete.

Maddy looked up at me and bit her
lip. With a very put-on Southern accent, she asked me, “Does that mean we ain’t
gonna be kin no more?”

I shook my head at her and
laughed. “Only by marriage,” I replied, and kissed my bride-to-be once more.