Escape: A Stepbrother Romance (29 page)

I still rebelled a little bit by refusing to wear his choice of dress. His selection would have looked overly conservative in a church in Victorian England, less alone in the twenty-first century. I had something a little more exciting to wear. Still suitable for a wedding, but something that Caiden would at least get some pleasure out of.

The morning had been chaotic enough with Sheri and Dad both running around trying to get ready. They weren’t bothering to make things overly traditional by turning up at the church separately, but they ended up getting in each other’s way and my dad probably wished he’d stayed at a hotel for the night before.

I blew on my nails to dry the polish and checked them for any bumps or missed spots. They looked good and the dark blue was a perfect match for my dress. The noise from downstairs had been constant all morning, but suddenly it got louder. At first I thought Dad and Sheri were having an argument. They sounded furious and for a second I hoped the wedding would be called off.

I opened my door and tried to hear what they were arguing about. They were both mad, but they were mad at something else. A third party.

“My career is over,” Sheri screamed. “I’ll never come back from this. How did this get out?”

“I don’t know,” my father snapped back. “But I’m sure as hell going to find out.”

With everything that had happened in the last week I’d completely forgotten about the emails I sent out to news websites about Sheri’s fraudulent behaviour.

I quickly pulled out my phone and searched for Sheri’s name. The top result was a news article from one of the websites I sent the evidence to. I opened the article and smiled as I read the story about how Sheri had been stealing recipes for years.

My emails weren’t the only evidence they had. The delay between me sending out the emails and the story being written up must’ve given them time to get hold of sources from other websites. One source even broke a non-disclosure agreement she had signed to reveal details of the settlement she’d reached with Sheri. It was out there. I’d done it. She was doomed.

I heard Dad on the phone downstairs. “Have you seen this?” he asked. “There has to be a leak at the firm.” He paused for a few seconds. “No, there’s no other way they could have got that information. We have a leak at the firm and you’d better find it.” The man on the other end spoke for about thirty seconds before my dad interrupted him. “I don’t care if it is a Saturday. I’m the fucking managing partner and I’m telling you I want the leak found. When you find out who it is, call the police. I don’t know what happened, but at the very least there should be a case for fraud or theft. You can be damn sure I’m going to find other criminal charges to add to the list as well.”

He made a few more calls along similar lines. He called other partners and told them to call the associates and make everyone come into the office or work from home. I felt guilty for ruining all those weekends, but I couldn’t exactly own up to it. Thank God I’d used a public Wi-Fi connection. I doubted Dad’s somewhat antiquated law firm would be able to track down cyber activities like that, but the extra precaution helped me relax anyway.

I hadn’t even noticed that Dad had been made managing partner. He’d probably told me at some point, but I’d long since stopped listening to him. The only important people in my life at the moment were Caiden and Gemma plus the memory of my mother. My dad’s job title couldn’t have been less important to me.

Within minutes, social media and other websites began picking up on the news about Sheri. I followed lots of food bloggers and people in the industry so my feed was full of people commenting on the news. A minority stood by her and said we should wait for her comment, but most were suitably furious.

A few bloggers, like me, had worshipped Sheri and seen her as some sort of mentor or person to emulate. Others were coming out of the woodwork after finding out that Sheri had stolen their recipes as well. My dad was going to have his hands full over the next few years dealing with all these new cases.

Caiden’s door had been shut all morning so he probably hadn’t heard the news yet. Last time I’d spoken to him he said he was going to the wedding, but I hadn’t even heard him use the shower yet so I decided to go and chase him up. If he wasn’t going to be there, I at least wanted him to see me in my dress. That would give him something to think about until he could take it off in the evening.

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“So, what do you think?” I asked Caiden, giving him a quick twirl in my dress.

“I think I wish I was going to the wedding just to look at you wearing that all day.”

“You’re not going then?”

Caiden was sat on his bed watching TV on his laptop in shorts and T-shirt, so at this point he probably couldn’t go even if he wanted to.

“No, decided against it. Sheri didn’t really want me there anyway and Roy sure as hell didn’t. Everyone’s going to assume I just don’t like the idea of my mum getting remarried, but it’s not that at all. The whole thing just seems fake to me. My mum’s just marrying your dad because of his ability to help keep the smell of shit off her and your dad’s marrying her to improve his image.”

I opened my mouth to tell him about the news on Sheri, but decided against it. I didn’t want Caiden to know it was me and if I told him there was a good chance I would give the game away. He had a habit of spotting my lies.  

He would be mad at me if he found out what I’d done. Not because it destroyed Sheri’s career—he would be thankful for that even if it meant he had less money—but he wouldn’t have wanted me to do it and risk my future.

Caiden stood up and ran his fingers down my back. “Are you really going to make me wait until tonight before I can take this off?”

“Yes,” I replied, turning and slapping his hand away. “It took me long enough to get into the damn thing. I don’t have time to take it off and put it on again.”

Caiden sat down on the bed and grabbed me behind the knees. His hands moved up the back of my thighs until he found my panties.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “We don’t have time.”

“You said you don’t have time to take the dress off and put it on again,” he replied, as his thumbs hooked under the waistband of my panties before pulling them down. “So I propose we leave the dress on.”

He quickly pulled down his shorts and boxers and tore off his T-shirt so he was sat naked on the bed with his hard cock looking up at me.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” I said, as I kicked my panties off from around my ankles.

“I wouldn’t want you to go to the wedding unsatisfied.” Caiden reached over to the drawer by his bed and pulled out a condom. I stared at the packet as he pulled the condom out and rolled the rubber down his shaft.

“You were always safe, right?” I asked. “With sex and everything I mean?”

“Of course,” Caiden replied. “I’ve never had sex without a condom and I still get tested regularly anyway.”

“I was a virgin when we met and obviously haven’t slept with anyone else.”

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” I nodded. “What about—“

“I’m on the pill. I have been for years because they help with my time of the month.”

“Are you sure?” Caiden asked.

“Yes, they make it more regular and less painful.”

“I meant, are you sure about having sex without a condom?”

“Oh,” I said with an embarrassed smile on my face. “Yes, I’m sure. I’ve been wanting this for a while. Every time you finish inside a condom it just feels like such a waste. I want you to fill up my pussy when you come. I want to feel your flesh on mine.”

Caiden rolled off the condom and threw it to the floor. He pulled me towards him and lifted up my dress so his tongue could get at my wet pussy.

“There’s no time,” I said, pushing his mouth away from between my legs. “And trust me, I don’t need it. I’m more than wet enough as it is. Lie on the bed,” I commanded.

I straddled Caiden’s naked body, lifting my dress up as I hovered over his stomach. I reached around with my hand and grabbed his cock, then guided it towards my pussy.

Caiden moaned the second his tip touched my wet lips. “Holy shit, this is going to be amazing. I might not last long.”

“Good, because we don’t have much time.”

I moved my arse back and Caiden’s shaft slid inside my sex with ease. Without the thin layer of rubber between us I could feel every pulse of his shaft inside my wet pussy. I rocked my hips back and forth aggressively, lifting the dress up so Caiden could see his cock covered in my juices. I’d soaked him. His pubic hair glistened with my wetness, and his cock shone more than when I’d been sucking and slobbering over it for ten minutes.

I’d never been in such a rush for Caiden to finish. We didn’t have much time, but the real reason was I wanted his cum inside me. This time it wouldn’t be on my chest, in my mouth, or in a condom. It would be inside me. I felt connected to Caiden in a way I didn’t think was possible. The most intimate parts of our bodies were completely connected now. There would be no going back from this.

I could see Caiden was close, so I reached a hand down and started rubbing my clit furiously so I could come in time with him.

“I’m close,” he groaned. “Oh fuck. I’m going to fill that tight little pussy with my cum.”

His words sent me over the edge and I stopped rocking on him as I came hard, letting Caiden watch more of my essence drip down his cock. He closed his eyes just before he came. I felt the eruption inside me as his cum shot forth from his shaft. He shook a few more times and then I collapsed down on top of him.

Eventually, his cock softened and reluctantly I let it fall out of my pussy. I quickly rolled off of him and onto my back before any of his spunk could fall out.

“What happens when I stand up?” I asked naïvely. “Is it all going to fall out of me?”

Caiden laughed and turned onto his side to face me. His fingers slipped under my dress and started playing with my breasts. “Some of it, yes. But your panties are always soaked anyway, so I’m not sure you’ll notice much difference.”

“Knowing how much of that stuff you shoot out, I think I’m going to notice somehow.”

I wanted to lay here and fall asleep, but I had to get downstairs to leave for the wedding. I carefully grabbed my panties from the floor and slipped them on before I stood up. I cringed as some of his juices slid out of me.

“Now I
really
wish I was going to the wedding,” Caiden said.

“Why?”

“Because I want to see daddy’s little girl standing next to her father while my cum drips down the inside of her leg.”

I bit my lip to suppress a smile and slapped him playfully on the chest. I hated it when he called me daddy’s little girl, but I had to admit, the thought of standing there full of Caiden’s cum while my dad married his mum was a decent bit of revenge for the way Dad had treated me over the years. That and completely fucking up Sheri’s career. All in all, this hadn’t been a bad morning. Now I just had to go watch my dad get married.

Three days. I only had three days left until Vicky left for college and I flew back home to the States. I wanted to spend every second in bed with Vicky, but her dad was home most of the time now so we had to be careful. I didn’t care whether he found out at this point, but Vicky still didn’t want him to know. We had to tell him sooner or later, but Vicky decided that would be best when I’d moved over to the UK for college.

The day of the wedding had been rather eventful, although I’d missed most of the drama. I didn’t realize until the day after that Sheri’s life had come crashing down just before the wedding. I really should’ve gone. It would have been hilarious to see her stand there and get married knowing that she was screwed. She deserved it.

Roy had instigated a massive search of the law firm that included bringing in cyber security analysts in an attempt to find out who leaked the information. It was probably some disgruntled associate at the firm. Roy must have made someone work late on one too many of Sheri’s legal matters and he or she wanted some revenge.

My only regret was that I didn’t do it myself although I was applying for a student visa now, so I had to keep my nose clean and avoid a criminal record. Still would’ve been worth it though.