Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance (16 page)

“
M
addy was
the ex you didn’t want to tell me about, wasn’t she?” Carly demanded from the small twin-sized bed. “I didn’t even know who she was but I knew you two must’ve had a past, especially with the obvious jealous rage.”

I’d driven us to a beat up hotel in the middle of LA and used cash and a fake name to check in as I didn’t want to leave a trail. We took breaks, but both of us had sore asses by the time we got there. Riding on a bike for nearly six hours was brutal.

I took off my hoodie and placed it on the oblong dresser, turning around to face Carly. Rage filled me at the sight of the purplish bruises on her face. Maddy really had gone too far. I wish I’d knew she was that crazy when I first met her. She seemed like a nice and pretty young woman.

Boy was I wrong.

I knew the bitch was up to something when Shadow said he’d heard nothing out of her.

“It’s a long story,” I replied.

“Come, sit down.” Carly gently patted the mattress. “We’ve got time.”

I didn’t really want to talk about Maddy, but after what Carly went through, I felt she deserved an explanation.

I walked over and sat down beside her. “We met at an Anonymous gathering several years back,” I said. “When I first saw her, I thought she was strikingly beautiful, exotic-looking and I was drawn to her.”

“More beautiful than me?” Carly asked, interrupting. Her tone had a twinge of envy, but I knew she wasn’t totally serious.

“Please,” I snorted. “Anyway, we chatted a few times and then became friends. It was unlike me, but over time, our relationship progressed and I began to slowly believe I’d finally found someone who could satisfy the void inside me.”

“Why did you feel that way?”

“Well, like I said, for the first time in a while, I met a girl who was fascinating enough to hold my attention and it seemed we had a lot in common. She was a hacker around the same age, loved martial arts just like me and . . .,” I searched for the words, “I don’t know. I just think it was that I could actually hold an intelligent conversation with her, unlike the countless girls I’d been with.”

“But just as I thought I was beginning to overcome my obsession, I began to see that Maddy as she really was. She was damaged goods.”

Carly raised a curious eyebrow. “What do you mean by damaged goods? I know the bitch was crazy and all, but why did it take you so long to figure that out?”

I looked up at the ceiling, my mind on the past. “Mentally ill people have a way of hiding their illness from others, Carly, and making themselves appear perfectly normal. And Maddy, well, she hid hers well, very well . . . at least for a little while.”

I sighed and continued. “As time went on, and she became more and more possessive over me, the cracks started to appear.”

“For example, whenever I would go out to do anything, didn’t matter what it was or where I went, she would interrogate me as soon as I got back, demanding to know where I’d been or what I’d been doing. That shit was really fucking hard for me to handle, and I was always guilt-tripped into accepting her behavior, because she supposedly had been through so much and I obviously had a reputation.”

“I started to think maybe I should just cut my losses and move on, but then she would begin telling me these awful stories and I would just stay out of feeling sorry for her.”

“Like what kind of stories?” asked Carly. She stared at me intently, engaged in my tale.

“Well for one, she would tell me that she’d been fondled as a child by a family figure that she trusted so she found it hard to trust anyone and that was the reason why she was so suspicious of me. I bought it for a while, but I’m pretty sure that was a lie to manipulate me.”

Carly was nearly falling into my lap, she was leaned in so close. “So what happened next?”

“The final straw came when Maddy told me that she was pregnant. At first, I didn’t believe it. I always used protection — I’d be the first to admit that I wasn’t ready for a child. I mean, I know it’s not a one-hundred percent guarantee, but I thought it unlikely. But Maddy was adamant that she was pregnant and even showed me a positive home test.”

I took a deep breath and continued. “That confirmation completely shattered me. I mean, fucking destroyed me. Here I was, in my early twenties, life just starting out, still in love with you, and now I was going to be a father and permanently chained to a woman who I knew for a fact I didn’t love.”

I grimaced, remembering the awful emotions I’d been saddled with at the time. “It felt like a death sentence. But despite being horrified and wanting out of the situation, I was willing to accept it.”

“I can’t believe you put up with that mess for so long, it’s totally unlike you,” Carly remarked in disbelief. Then she held up a hand and scowled at me. “Hold up! You told me the other day that you never knocked anyone up.”

I nodded. “I didn’t. And I’m getting to that, if you’d let me. So, yeah, not long after, some guy arrives at the door demanding to see her. At the time I was thinking it was just one of her exes that she always would claim beat her and treated her so badly, but come to find out, it was someone she was screwing on the side.”

“He barged in claiming that he and Maddy were in an intimate relationship and that I needed to get the hell out of her life.”

“You’d think we would start to go to blows, and we almost did at first, but we actually started talking. He told me stories about the horrible life Maddy had, except the stories were slightly different than the ones she told me. But the one thing they all had in common? Maddy was always the victim. I realized everything she told me was likely a lie, so I’d had enough and left. She begged me back, and I demanded that she took a paternity test.”

“And?” Carly demanded, even though the answer was obvious.

“I wasn’t the father, of course. Shit, you don’t know how happy I was that day. Elated would be an understatement. Maddy, on the other hand, was crushed because she knew she’d lost the one bargaining chip that she could use to chain me to her.”

“Later on I found out that she’d been admitted to a mental hospital because of the distress of our breakup and that she’d been diagnosed with bi-polar disorder among a few other things.”

“What happened to the baby?” Carly asked with intense interest. “Did she end up having it?”

I shook my head. “No. I’d love to say she had it and gave it to someone who would really care for it, but after her stay in the mental ward, she miscarried.”

Carly placed her fingers to her lips, her expression horrified. “That’s awful.”

“It is, and that I knew was actually true,” I said. “Anyway, as soon as she got out, she came looking for me. In some sick, twisted way she blamed me for losing the baby.”

“Jesus. I can see now why you didn’t want to talk about her,” said Carly. “This is worse than an old Jerry Springer show.”

“Yep. And what I just told you was the abbreviated version,” I said. “There’s more twisted shit she did that I don’t even want to go into.”

Carly grimaced, holding a palm against her stomach. “I’m fine with that, honestly. I know losing the baby had to be tough, but I think I’ve had enough of crazy psycho bitches for today.” She shook her head again. “It’s just so hard to believe that you would put up with that madness for that long.”

“Like I said, for the longest time she did well in hiding it.” I swallowed and then set my jaw. “But maybe I was just blind at first, badly wanting to get over you.”

Carly placed a hand on my inner right thigh, assuming an expression of sympathy. “But you have me now,” she said softly.

My cock began to twitch as blood flowed down below. I still couldn’t get over how sensitive I was to Carly’s touch and of course she failed to notice what an effect her innocent gesture had on my body.

She really needs to stop doing that
, I thought, irritated at the sexual power she wielded over me.
Next thing you know I’ll be popping wood over just a little look.

“And another thing,” I said, trying to ignore my sudden hard on. “I’m sorry for leaving you all by yourself. Somehow, I’d convinced myself that you were safer without me and I couldn’t have been more wrong. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking leaving you alone when Maddy was on the loose, but I thought I’d covered all of my bases.” I quickly told her all about how from the very beginning I had Shadow try to get her from my trail and how it eventually failed.

“It’s okay,” Carly said when I was done with my tale, rubbing my leg even further, her fingers coming within inches of my cock. “I’m still here, safe and sound, and that’s all that matters. Plus, I understand you so much better now that you told me all that.” She giggled. “Trust me when I say, there’s no hard feelings here.” She said, rubbing my thigh again.

That’s it. Another rub and I’m bending her over my leg and giving her a much-needed spanking.

“No it’s not okay. Leaving you there was fucking stupid.”

By now, my cock was so hard I felt like it would burst through the crotch of my jeans.

“Well, you can stop apologizing now,” Carly said, appearing unaware of my torment. “Let’s put it behind us.”

She giggled and her voice lowered to a furtive whisper. “Besides, there’s something else I never got to do that I’m itching for.”

“What’s that?”

“This.” She placed her hand on my gigantic hard on and looked me straight at me, her eyes twinkling mischievously. It was right then that I knew she was trying to get me hard on purpose.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she murmured with need, messaging my throbbing cock through my pants, making it feel like it was going to explode. “You never let me taste it back at the cabin.”

“That’s because I was more concerned with giving you pleasure,” I said, my voice strained. I was so fucking horny I was worried I’d nut in a minute. I prided myself in not being a minute man — It only served to emphasize how much power Carly held over me.

“Now let me return the favor,” Carly purred, pressing against my chest so I fell back on the bed.

And it’s not like I didn’t get any pleasure out of it. Being inside you was fucking amazing,
I thought.

I wasn’t going to argue the point. If Carly wanted to give me head, by God, I wasn’t going to stop her.

In fact, I’d always fantasized about having Carly’s pert little mouth wrapped around my cock anyway. This would be like a dream come true.

Placing my hands behind my head and preparing to be pleasured, I cracked a dreamy smile and muttered, “Be my guest, little lady.”

A hungry sound emanated from her throat — almost like one of those zombies from The Walking Dead, except Carly wanted my dick instead of brains — and she quickly undid the buttons of my jeans, jerking my pants and boxers halfway down my thighs.

My cocked popped out like a Jack-in-the-box and slapped against my abs with a meaty thud, happy to finally be freed.

Carly’s eyes widened with awe at the sight of it, though she’d seen it several times before. “I could get used to this,” she said, a sexy little grin on her face.

I stared out from under the hoods of my eyes. “You think you can take it all?”

Carly placed her hands around my cock, gripping it with a kind of reverence.

“Hmm I don’t know,” Carly said softly. She made a face as my cock twitched repeatedly in her hands. “Jesus, it feels like thousands of volts of electricity are going through this thing.”

I watched as precum appeared out of the tip my mushroom head and groaned. “That’s because it is.”

Fuck I was so turned on. I was almost ready to beg for her to wrap those sweet lips around my dick. I needed it — I’d dreamed of this moment long enough.

Finally, she moved in like she was going to do something and I held in a deep breath of expectation, closing my eyes.

I popped them open a second later.

Carly was looking up at me. “Hmmm,” she said thoughtfully in a mocking tone, “Maybe I shouldn’t do this right now. This thing looks way too big for my little mouth. She started to pull herself off the bed as if she was going leave me hanging.

I grabbed her by the arm before she could escape. “Blow me,” I growled, pun intended. I was fast running out of patience. I was fucking dying.

Carly laughed and let out a mock sigh. “Oh Alright, if you insist.”

“Yes I fucking do, thank you very much.”

“At least you said thank you.” Carly stuck her tongue out at me and then she moved in.

When her sweet lips finally wrapped around my throbbing head, I threw my head back and groaned. Her little warm mouth around my cock felt fucking amazing.

She worked slowly at first, taking only the head in and slurping on it like it was a popsicle, swirling her tongue around the sensitive nerve endings, causing me to moan.

She went down more and more, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked and slurped, but could never take too much more than half.

I didn’t mind though. I didn’t expect her to deep throat my cock on the first time. She could have all the practice she wanted later.

Trust me, I’d be looking forward to it.

I gripped the bed sheets as she went up and down on my shaft, sending volts of pleasure throughout my body.

Emboldened by how much I was enjoying her mouth, Carly picked up speed and started using both hands to stroke me while her mouth moved in tandem.

She’d either done this before, or had watched enough porn movies, that’s for sure,
I thought.

I could feel the storm brewing inside of my stomach, powerful and ready to explode. My asshole and balls tightened, my breathing quickened, and my pulse pounded like a battering ram in my ears.

“God damn, you’re gonna make me come, baby,” I groaned, the room spinning like a merry-go-round, my cock becoming impossibly hard.

Carly redoubled her efforts, attacking my bulging mushroom head with tongue lashes, slurps and sucks while she stroked me off furiously with both hands.

There was an explosion coming — I’d become a vessel of sexual energy. I’m not even sure if I was on the same planet anymore, I couldn’t see anything through a red haze.