HIM—A Stepbrother Romance: With BONUS NOVELLA: PERSONAL (24 page)

His moans became even louder, rousing my pussy from her slumber. She ached to join him. I ignored her because I knew she’d join him again soon. We had all day now.

I loved seeing a man so strong, so full of muscle, strength, and power, reduced to a sexy mass of groans and moans.

Finally, I felt him constricting and pulsing. His release was coming.

“I can’t hold it. I can’t...”

I looked up into his face and watched his head lean back against the sheets, that perfectly defined jaw slack in complete relaxation. It wasn’t long before he had found his release. I swallowed every single ounce as he melted between my lips.

Hide Away

The knock came at 3am. We quickly left the hotel, got in a private car, and were transported to a private jet. Once we were settled inside the jet, Ramon’s hand was on my thigh.

“This trip isn't about me.” He whispered in my ear. "It's about you. It's about unleashing all the pleasure possible on you to make up for all the hurt and pain I’ve ever caused you.”

Those words were sweet, but the truth was, if it weren’t for his rejection and the hurt, I wouldn't have had the fuel to pursue a fresh start. I’d have never been determined as fuck to be the hottest version of myself that I could be.

My stomach flipped at the thought of how we connected together. The way his body moved, way his cocked filled me. I could surrender to pleasure in this hideaway all day.

Eighteen hours later, we landed on a private island off of Tahiti. Surely, no one would find us here.

I was excited. Even with all the exotic places being a model awarded and afforded me, I never really got to relax. I hadn't had a real vacation in a year. There was always some meeting, some task, or somewhere else to be. In the modeling world, you struck while the iron was hot.

I felt myself lifting like a balloon. Even in this cringe worthy, life-changing moment, I needed this. I could enjoy this – and I would. The mesmerizing aqua waters sparkled brilliantly under the sun. There was not a Tiki hut or building in sight, save one gorgeous, lavish home fit for the rich and famous.

How had she managed this? And what hot billionaire did she manage to fuck? I tisked my tongue. That little whorey opportunist! I had to give it to her though: she sure worked it in her favor. She had stories - and I mean oodles of stories – of her seductive ways. I told her to write a tell-all book about it one day, of course under a nom de plume.

Opportunist. I promised myself I'd never be one of those women – an opportunist looking for a come-up. That just wasn’t my style.

Yet there he sat. One of the NFL’s biggest names of the year, rumored to be the number one, first round draft pick... If people didn't know of me before, well, they certainly would now. And that shit seemed as opportunistic as it was scary.

I rolled over, letting my hands collapsed by my side as I exhaled. My palms were facing up in Savasana pose while the morning breeze, laced with sea salt, tickled my face. Until last night, I had never slept with the door open, at least not right by the ocean. I could drink this scent in forever.

Gentle, easy waves greeted my soul with gladness as the seagulls sang their morning melody.

"I can't believe we're here," I whispered aloud. I spoke softly, yet I still woke Ramon from his deep slumber. He shifted slightly, then readjusted and went back to sleep.

I turned on my side and studied his beauty. Every muscle on his chiseled chest was sculpted to perfection. Every deltoid, every bicep, even tiny accessory muscles – they all popped like any professional bodybuilder’s. He could seriously rival any man simply one day away from competition. He truly lived, breathed, and wanted to succeed in football. I'd never met a more determined man and it was inspiring.

I took a deeper breath and studied his brown locks. They had natural golden highlights that glistened in the sun. I studied a few of his tattoos. He had gotten quite a few over the years. Now that I wasn't busy making love, I was able to review them more. There was a crescent moon on his ribs, with the beautiful inscription, “shine,” under it. I knew exactly what that represented: Moonshine, his mother, the woman who walked out of his life.

My heart tightened in my chest. I thought about that feeling of abandonment. That’s what I felt when dad died. Whatever the case, he sure did make it his life's ambition to shine. That he did, indeed. I thought about that during this quiet moment, as he lay next to me, sleeping away in dreamland.

I didn't want to wake him. Deep in his sleep, his troubles were kept far away. His thoughts were protected.

As we lay, I couldn't help to think about the tranquility of this environment. The serenity of the beach, the morning sunlight, and soft crash of the ocean waves in the distance were incredibly peaceful. However, I knew that these simple elements were soon to be upgraded before long. For Ramon, the sun would transform into dancing stadium lights, the sand would transform into turf, and the crashing ocean waves would become the roar thousands of fans, some happy and some angry, with everyone's mood and energy needling on how you threw the ball.

Everyone.

It took a special kind of man to be a quarterback, but even more, it took a man of strong resilience, focus, and intention to be a star. More specifically, to be the type of star that would have the entire world’s attention, and would shine for the world to see. Just like his tattoo.

I thought about that type of power. It held a lot of potential to do good in the world. People were crazy about you at that level! They wore your jerseys over to their friend's house, and even on casual Fridays. People even wore them for Halloween.

You were the topic of Sunday dinner after church. You were the topic in pulpits, locker rooms, airports, taxicabs, and restaurants. Heck, the first thing men do when they greet each other is talk about sports. "How about them Cowboys? How about them Yankees?"

When you didn't perform up to speed you received death threats and hate mail; but when you show out? Oh they treated you like a god.

I took a deep breath and said a silent prayer for him, and for his strength. Thanks to social media, it was a different ball game today than it was five years ago. If this reunion provided something greater for us, something more sustaining than a few steamy nights tangled in bed sheets, I knew what that would require of me as well. I already felt protective of him already. I felt like this sex scandal was my fault. If it weren't for me being who I was now, no one would have known it was Ramon at that time. No one would have cared.

I was used to red carpets and public appearances, but once we left this haven of this private island, the difference in our lives would be like night and day. I needed to be strong myself.

Not wanting to wake Ramon, I tiptoed out of the bed. Was he a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? Would my leaving stir him? There was so much to know about him. There were really so many things I didn't get to learn about him in high school. Only so much of him could only be revealed over time.

My bare feet hit the soft sheepskin fur. The gentle pool of the sheets stirred him from his rest slightly.

Please go back to sleep, babe. You need it
, I silently willed him. As if he heard my plea, a soft snore escaped.

So he was a light sleeper. I smiled at the new fact I learned about him. Once I had gotten a few steps away from the bed, I found a white sports bra, my socks, biker shorts and my sneakers. Getting dressed as quietly as I could, I decided to sneak out the door. It was time for a run. I had a lot of thoughts to shake off.

No matter what happened moving forward with this whole ordeal, I had to control the way I responded to things. I would not allow my circumstances to dictate my happiness. I would not allow negative press to tarnish my hard work as a model and semi-professional athlete, I told myself as I jotted my thoughts down. I was taking notes; later on I’d start working on a coming home statement and blog post.

I slid my ear buds in, turned my music back up and let my heart speak to me. It spoke in quiet whispers, exuded a quiet wisdom.

A golden nugget of truth came forth:
It's time, Cat. Time to share your story with the world. Time to share your diary, your journal, everything. It's time to help others.

My nerves butterflied. These were the same little butterflies with the stingers I had felt before going live on national TV. Those lovely creatures returned to my body, signaling this moment of truth. I had to stop running and take a breath of fresh air. As I stopped and inhaled, I realized the time was now.

Stripping everything off of my body, both clothes and electronics, I sprinted naked into the ocean. I needed the fresh saltwater to cleanse my worry and strengthen my soul. It was a lot to take in! I needed to process it all and relax.

I floated on my back and closed my eyes, feeling light as a feather. If this was part of a higher calling in my life, I'd surrender to its current just like this. After all, if we were going to be together, people were going to know me. I'd have a greater platform than I ever even ever imagined or planned for. What would I do with it?

Be calm, my anxious heart
.

I inhaled slowly and exhaled.

RAMON

I'd never seen a more gorgeous body. I watched her as she stripped naked and ran out into the sea. She really had worked every body part into perfection, yet managed to keep those gorgeous curves. Lying there in the sea floating, her blossoming breasts protruded out of the water like the backs of sea turtles.

My morning wood hardened. There was only one thing to do.

There was no easy, clandestine way to sneak up on her in the ocean, but the waves could drown out some splashing my heavy muscles would cause. With the muster of all the controlled muscle movements I learned in ballet, a dance style that I took up for my agility, I swam up just a few feet from her in the water. Her long locks floated like silky ribbons in every direction

Just a second more,
I told myself,
just a second more
. My hands slid under the water and cupped her breasts causing her to instantly fall into me as she screamed out in fright.

"Oh my God! You scared the shit out of me!"

My kisses trailed down her salty neck as my left hand slid down her waist and touched her there, the place that caused her to see stars, experience pleasure, and call my name.

"Ramon," she moaned as she leaned into me, making my cock long to spread her now.

"God, you make me feel so good."

CAT

My heart pounded and blood pooled to my sensitive bundle of nerves as he touched me just right. I closed my eyes and leaned against his strong trunk, letting him make me feel so good. Rolling sensations of pleasure relaxed my body until my need grew fiercer. My hunger was deep and aching.

I sighed as I turned around, my toes meshing into the sand. I held on to his shoulders as my legs wrapped around him. Our hot kisses sang a morning melody. Treble and bass, we collided.

Our bodies surrendered to our passion, our lust, our need for each other. But I knew something else was happening. Sewing. Heart sewing. We were getting lost in each other while also finding newer, wilder parts of ourselves at the same time.

Like the passionate, naked vacationers we were, we walked out of the sea, naked and free. Thank God this was our private oasis.

"It's freeing, doing this. Being like this out here with you" He laced his fingers through my hands.

I agreed. "It is. It is."

"Well, you know what we have to do..."

"What?"

"Hit the weight room and train. After all that comfort food crap from the hotel room!"

"Totally."

RAMON

She could train like the best of them.

With her Beats secured over her ears, her body under the will of her mind, she was a determined work of art to watch. She inspired me with every set she lifted.

I knew what this meant. I couldn't let this girl go. I just couldn't. It was hard to find a partner who understood the importance of eating right and spending time in the gym to train. But not Cat; she got it. And though it wasn’t the only reason, it was one of the reasons why we should be together.

Her dainty hands gripped my ankles as she laid between my feet, ready for me to throw her legs down for ab work. Despite her focus, I was thinking with my cock. I wanted to be back between those juicy lips.

"Eight." Her tennis shoes met my abs. I grabbed them and tossed them back down. We were playing catch and release with her legs to tone her stomach.

“Nine.” Her shoes met my hands and this time I threw them down with a little bit more resistance. "Two more, Cat," I coached her.

"Geeze, your resistance is killer!" She grunted.

"You can take it. You can do it.”

She cried out as she finished the two last reps. Her legs finally collapsed. "Nah uh, no ma’am. Throw your neon Nike trainers back up here."

She obeyed, sighing.

"You've gotta give your obliques some love and attention, too." I smiled down at her.

She groaned. "Ugh, alright! You know I hate ab training."

"I remember quite well."

I threw her legs to the left, and she took my resistance as she returned them for another push. My cock tightened thinking about how well she took me, took my strength. I wanted to give it to her again.

Damn it, she made so horny.

I threw her legs back down again. She cried out again in a desperate sigh. “Argh!”

"Damn it, Cat. We're going to have to cut the abs now. You're going to get your wish."

Her legs fell and she sighed again, this time in elation.

"But that doesn't mean I'm through with you." I growled as I dropped to the ground and pressed my body into hers.

She greeted me by wrapping her legs around me once more. I wanted to bang her brains out, see how much of me she could really take.

"I want to fuck your brains out, Cat."

"Do it.” She cooed. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I don't want you to hold back. I want all of you. I want the football star, the quarterback, to spiral into me."

"Oh you don't have to ask me twice."