Mine - A Stepbrother Romance (14 page)

CHAPTER NINETEEN

ARIZONA

We slept curled up in each other’s arms, and the next morning I woke before he did and watched him sleep next to me, his muscular chest rising and falling as he gently snored. He grumbled and rolled over a second later, and I saw something on his left bicep that I’d never noticed before. Tracing my finger over the small black-inked tattoo, I wondered what it meant. All it said was Sammy.

A jealous twinge bit at my core as I wondered if perhaps it was the initials of an ex-girlfriend. I didn’t think he’d ever really had a proper girlfriend, but I wasn’t sure. After all, we’d never discussed any past relationships with each other. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if what we were doing could be considered a proper relationship in itself. Sure, we’d both made it pretty damn clear that we desperately wanted each other, but we still hadn’t had any sort of official exclusivity talk, and with the way most relationships developed these days, it seemed too soon for that. Half the people I knew didn’t even consider a relationship to be ‘real’ until it was Facebook official. Modern day love is great, huh?

He sighed and rolled over again a moment later, and his green eyes finally opened.

“Hmm…what time is it?” he mumbled.

“Still early,” I whispered. “And Roy and Layla are still gone so no one’s gonna catch us. Go back to sleep if you want.”

He closed his eyes again, but then I had another idea. Draping my body over him, a mass of my dark curls covered my face as I puffed warm breath over his chest.

“This is a nice dream,” he murmured, eyes still closed as his lips quirked up.

“Shh,” I said. “Don’t wake up just yet.”

I trailed my hand down over his abs and wrapped it around his cock. He groaned softly as I began to pump my hand up and down, and I slowly moved myself down his body, warm breath trailing over his manhood. Finally, my lips hovered over him. He reached down and pulled my curls out of the way, and I looked up at him, my greedy eyes meeting his aroused stare. I licked my lips and then glanced back down at his cock.

“I’m a little hungry this morning.”

A smile crept over his face again. “Oh really?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

I licked a circle around the tip of his shaft, rolling my tongue downwards to the base and then back up to the head. I’d never blown a guy before, but I’d heard enough from Tina and other female friends to have a pretty good general idea of what guys liked.

“Oh…mmm… yes, baby, do it like that,” he groaned.

His body tensed, and my lips tightened around his cock in a heated embrace. I moaned deep in my throat, and the vibrations from my mouth made his legs shiver beneath me. He lifted his hips slightly, pushing more and more into my throat, and my head bobbed up and down over him. Reaching one hand down, I gently cupped his balls, and they drew tight under my touch. I dug my nails into his legs with my other hand while my mouth worshipped his cock, and Mason muttered down at me a moment later and tugged me away.

“Come here,” he said.

I leaned down and gave his shaft one final lick before sitting up and meeting his gaze, and my nipples puckered into stiff points as I saw the look of lust in his bright eyes. A raging fire burned through my blood, and I smiled seductively.

“What do you want?”

“You know what I want,” he growled.

I straddled him, reaching down and grasping his cock with one hand, and he reached up and groped at my breasts, squeezing and pinching the soft flesh. I moaned, pushing myself into his hands, and he tweaked my nipples as my eyes glazed over with wanton need.

“Ride me,” he whispered as I rubbed my pussy on his groin, my arousal wetting his cock more and more with each movement.

“Shouldn’t we grab a condom?” I asked. “I mean, I’ve never been with anyone else, so I know I’m fine, and I’ve been on the pill for a while. But…”

My voice trailed off. I didn’t want to make it sound like I was accusing him of anything, and honestly, the idea of feeling all of him without protection got me going like crazy.

“I last got tested a few weeks back and came back clean, and you’re the only one I’ve been with since,” he said. “But you’re right, I’ll grab one. Gimme a sec.”

He went to sit up, and I pushed him back down. “No. It’s fine. I want this.”

“You sure?” he asked, eyes flashing with a mixture of concern and lust.

I nodded. Then I lifted my hips and placed the head of his cock right at my entrance, and the swollen heat from my core begged him to enter. To claim what was his. Mason’s fingers curled around my waist and pulled me down at the same time as he lifted his hips again, impaling me on his shaft.

“Oh…oh god,” I moaned, my pussy stretching and clamping around his thick manhood.

He grabbed my ass cheeks and moved me up and down, not even giving me time for my body to adjust to the thrilling invasion.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, and I cried out for him as my hips rocked back and forth. As we moved together, he squeezed my ass cheeks and then brought his hand down on one of them in a slap, and my eyes flew open at the strange mixture of pleasure and pain. The passionate fire in his eyes spurred me to move faster, and I leaned down to kiss him as I rode him.

Moving my head down a little, I nipped at his chest, and his hard cock jerked inside me. I smiled and moved back again, looking down and watching as his cock disappeared from tip to base into my pussy, coming out wetter and wetter with my slick juices each time. Mason groaned, and I gasped at the same time as my muscles began to contract around him. I was getting closer and closer to the edge, and when he reached a hand to my pussy and began to rub his thumb over my clit, my body shook with spasms.

It was too hard for me to keep bouncing up and down on his cock as the pleasure seared every nerve in my body, and he growled and flipped me over onto my back, pressing his feet into the bed as he thrust hard into me.

“Oh god…oh god. Mason!” My head dropped forward, my nails digging into his back. “I’m going to…”

His thrusts turned rougher, slamming harder into my pussy, and my entire body tensed as my muscles locked around him. So close now. One more hard thrust and I felt like screaming the house down as I rode out the waves of my orgasm, arms and legs twitching and shuddering beneath the gorgeous man above me. He leaned forward, closer and closer, and he sucked one of my stiff nipples into his mouth. A long moan of bliss escaped my mouth, and he slammed back into me and nipped gently at the tiny tip as he did so.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped.

Hot wetness soaked me as my muscles clenched hard around his cock, and he made one final push inside me before a loud growl rushed up his throat. Gasping for air, I watched as his own pleasure overtook him, and there was no longer any doubt in my mind that I wanted to be with this man. This man who just so happened to be my stepbrother.

We rolled onto our backs and lay next to each other, lost in our own world for a while.

“I’m starving,” I finally announced, my stomach rumbling. “But I don’t feel like breakfast food for some reason. I want something more substantial.”

“Same. Let’s order pizza,” he said, flashing me a devilish grin. “There’s this awesome place not far from here that does deliveries at any time of the day, even early morning. And they’re so fast the pizza practically comes in under a minute.”

“Reminds me of you,” I quipped.

He propped himself up on one elbow and pinched my cheek. “You know, I changed my mind. I
don’t
like your smart little mouth.”

“No, you love it.”

It was meant to be a joke, but everything suddenly felt oh-so awkward in the room. His entire body stiffened next to me.

“I meant you love my sense of humor,” I quickly said. “I don’t mean you’re in love with me or whatever.”

“It’s okay,” he said, hurriedly standing up. “Where’s my phone? I really want that pizza.”

“Over there,” I said, inwardly sighing.

Why did I have to throw down the L word so fast? It wasn’t like I was confessing my undying love for him or anything, but just bringing up the word at all suddenly made it feel like I’d laid down some sort of challenge for him to either tell me he loved me or bail out. It wasn’t what I’d meant at all, but I felt like that was the vague impression my words had given off. Or maybe I was overthinking things.

Even scarier was that I knew I was falling in love with him, and I had been for a long time now despite all the drama we’d put each other through. Even if I didn’t want to admit it to him, there it was. A lot of other girls my age were out experimenting with alcohol, weed and pills. Even cocaine. But not me. Mason was my drug of choice, and I was fast becoming addicted.

“You know what?” he said a second later. “Fuck the pizza. I think I need a shower.”

“Oh,” I said, casting my eyes down. He came over to me and tilted my face up to his.

“I meant
we
need to have a shower.”

I smiled, glad he’d elaborated. “Really? I guess I am a bit sweaty after all that.”

“Oh, you’re more than sweaty,” he replied, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “You’re a very dirty girl.”

He and sauntered into his bathroom, stark naked, and my insides tingled like crazy as I watched him. God, his body was perfect.

“Come on!” he called out as he turned the water on. “Let’s get you nice and wet.”

I already was…

CHAPTER TWENTY

MASON

So it was official. Arizona and I were sleeping together, and we were kind of ‘together’ as well. We spent as much time with each other as possible without making it obvious to everyone that we were fucking each other’s brains out, and it was like some flip had been switched in my brain. In such a short time period, I’d gone from untamable playboy to completely-tamed boyfriend material. I could actually picture myself in a zoo exhibit, with women standing around pointing at me and saying things in hushed voices like: ‘
See? They can be tamed. You just have to feed them the right things, say the right stuff, and rub their bellies.’

Did I care? Nope. I usually hated being a cliché, and right now I knew I was one. The pussy-whipped guy. And guess what? I fucking loved it. I didn’t care what anyone else would think of me if they knew what was going on in my head. I was happy, Arizona was happy, and that was all that mattered.

For the last few weeks, we’d been sneaking around the house like we were engaging in some sort of illicit affair, and honestly…we kinda were. We weren’t related by blood, but we were damn sure related by marriage, and we both knew a lot of people would have a problem with that. Especially our parents. I didn’t know what they were thinking by putting our bedrooms right across the hall from each other. It was like they
wanted
us to start fucking right under their noses. I knew we’d have to tell them that something was going on between us eventually, but fuck…I wanted to hold off on that as long as possible. Roy had always been nice to me, but I doubted he’d be happy to learn that I was fucking the sweet, innocent daughter he’d only just found after nineteen years. He’d missed out on so much time with her that to him, she was still just the little baby girl he’d been holding in his arms right before she went missing.

Arizona had somehow dropped the L word into conversation the other week, and I’d reacted pretty weirdly. Luckily she seemed to have forgotten. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel like I loved her; of course I fucking did. I just didn’t want to be that creepy guy who proclaimed his undying love to a girl he’d only just started hooking up with a few weeks ago. It seemed so disingenuous, even if it was true.

Right now I was in her room, lounging around on her bed like a lizard as I binge-watched a TV show on my laptop. She was sitting at her desk finishing up some work stuff she’d brought home, and I ignored the show for a second and watched her. She had this habit of tucking her hair behind her right ear and biting her lower lip every time she hit ‘send’ on an email, and I took my shirt off and stood up, draping my hands over her face as I reached the desk.

“Hey!” she protested. “Trying to work here! Besides, Roy and Layla are home. We have to be careful.”

“They might be home, but they’re not in here,” I murmured, scooping her up off the chair. My hands slid around her ass as she squirmed in my arms, and I chuckled and set her down on the desk, her legs wrapped around my waist.

She was right. I should have been worried about how my mother and her father were somewhere in the house right now, and how they could walk in on us at any second if they were so inclined. For a mansion with all the bells and whistles money could buy, the lock on Arizona’s door didn’t work at all and the walls were quite thin. Typical. But I wasn’t concerned. Instead I was preoccupied with her smooth skin, her wide eyes and her perky breasts as they sat nestled in her blouse like two perfect scoops of caramel ice cream. I leaned in for a deep kiss, and she moaned into my mouth in protest.

“Mason…” she said, breaking away a second later. “Seriously. They could walk in here.”

“Hm. I guess you’re right. But if you’re that worried, then why aren’t you wearing any panties?”

I slid my hand up her skirt, and she reluctantly smiled. “I guess I’m not
that
worried.”

“Damn right,” I said, murmuring into her ear. Goose bumps cropped up all over her neck. “Put your arms around me.”

She leaned in closer and followed my orders, sliding her arms around me. Her skirt was hitched up around her waist from where my hands had shoved it up, and her breasts pressed up against my face as I buried it in between them. She clung to me as I pulled my cock out and rubbed it up against her slit, and then I was driving into her in fast, insistent strokes, barely giving her time to adjust to my girth. She moaned and threw her head back, her eyes closed, and I held her in a firm grip to make sure she didn’t go flying off the desk.

“Touch yourself,” I whispered, nibbling in her earlobe. She reached down between us and rubbed her clit as I thrust harder and harder, and soon she was coming, her muscles tightening and contracting around my cock as she buried her head in my chest, muffling her cries of ecstasy.

I forced myself to keep my own mouth shut despite the urge to groan like a wild beast as a climax began to build in the base of my cock. We were all too aware of the fact that someone could just so happen to be walking down this end of the hall at any second, and this was not the time to be discovered. Not when I was balls deep in my stepsister. Somehow the thought of getting caught intensified the bliss in my mind, and I couldn’t help but let out a growl of pleasure as I emptied myself inside her. Shit. That was the best one yet.

Every time with her was better than the last, without fail.

“God,” she said, sliding off the desk and pulling her skirt back down over her thighs. “We need to stop having so much sex. We’re going to get caught eventually, you know.”

I grinned. “Nah. No one suspects a thing so far.”

Famous last words. There was a knock at the door, and Arizona’s eyes widened.

“Arizona, sweetie. Are you in there?”

Fuck. It was my mother. Arizona’s face was still flushed bright pink, and I hadn’t put my shirt back on or even done up my pants yet. There was no way my mother would believe we’d just been hanging out as friendly stepsiblings.

“Uhh…give me a sec!” Arizona replied.

She mouthed four words at me before hurriedly kicking my shirt under the bed.
Get in the closet.
As quietly as possible, I crept over to her walk-in closet and closed the door behind me, and I heard the bedroom door opening a second later.

“Honey, have you seen Mason?” my mother asked. “His car is here, so I assumed he was home, but his room is empty and I can’t seem to find him anywhere else.”

“Oh…um…I think he went out with Anders. He got picked up, so that’s why his car is still here.”

“Hm. Funny, I could have sworn I heard his voice coming from your room just before I knocked.”

“Uh…nope. I was watching something. It was probably just that.” Arizona sounded like her voice was about to crack from the nervous tension.

“Isn’t that his laptop on your bed?”

“Yeah, it is. I couldn’t get Netflix working on mine, so he let me borrow his.”

My mother finally seemed to believe her. “Well, wasn’t that nice of him? Anyway, sorry to bother you, sweetie. Have fun watching your show.”

Her voice was so syrupy-sweet and fake that I wanted to storm out and spit in her face, but I stayed put. I heard her leave, and Arizona breathed a heavy sigh of relief as she closed the door and then released me from the closet.

“Holy shit,” she said. “That was close. Put your shirt back on! And if she asks, you were out with Anders today.”

“I know, I heard,” I replied, foraging under her bed for my shirt.

This was the first time we’d come close to being caught, and it wouldn’t be the last. But we couldn’t stop now. We were an unstoppable train, and the only thing that could prevent us from being together now was the wreck of the century. As much as neither of us wanted to admit it, that was really going to be a fucking problem.