RICHARD (A BAD BOY ROMANCE) (3 page)

“Truth,” she interrupted,
her hands clenched on the hem of her skirt, hoping that avoiding a dare might
save her from any undue embarrassment. I couldn’t help but laugh at just how
wrong she was. “I told you I wasn’t going to do any of your stupid dares, you
creep.”

“You’re sure you want to go
with Truth? I mean, you
have
to
answer whatever I ask. You get that, right?” I asked, biting my lip as the
perfect question came to mind. “I’ll let you have
one
takeback
. Just because you’re my stepsister.”

“No, I told you I want ‘Truth,’
Richard. Now just ask your stupid question,” she said, crossing her arms tight
over her chest in a huff. I settled back, looking at her right in those
gorgeous eyes as I savored this precious moment before I dropped her into a
whole new world of embarrassment.

You
asked for it
,
I thought.

“Out of every single person
in this room,” I began, my grin spreading from ear to ear as I spoke, “who do
you want to fuck the most?”

I watched as her frown
dissipated into an expression of the purest shock I’d ever seen on anyone’s
face. I watched her eyes, expecting them to dart around the room, to find
someone she’d been aching to go after for among the guests she’d invited, but
the more I watched her, the more I realized that her eyes never wavered from
me
.

_
THREE
_

Jessica

Who do you want to fuck the most
?

“
What
?” I finally shouted as I sat up, fists clenched. My stepbrother
had done some shitty things in the past, but this one would take the cake. He
came into
my
party and took it over,
turning my nice, quiet evening into some bacchanal. And now he had the gall to
ask me who I wanted to sleep with?

The entire room was silent
around my stepbrother and me. I could feel their stares boring into me as they
waited for my response. Every pair of eyes was asking the same question again
and again.

I could see some of the
boys in the room sitting up, attentively waiting for my answer. I knew what
they wanted to hear without them having to say a word. Every single man in that
room was hoping I’d look into their eyes and confess my deep, unadulterated
desire for their bodies, about how I’d always wanted to impale myself on their
rigid members while I screamed out to the heavens how incredible they were in
bed.

“You’re a real piece of
shit, Richard.”

“I’ve been called worse,”
he said, shrugging, that lazy smirk still plastered across his face, “but
you’re the one who asked for ‘Truth,’ Jess. I mean, the easy thing to do would
just be to tell everyone who you want to bone. That’s the whole point of ‘Truth’
in this game, after all—telling secrets.”

“Maybe I don’t want to tell
anyone my secrets,” I said, glaring daggers at my stepbrother as he lounged
back on his hands. I watched more than a few women looking at him as he sat
there, biting their lips excitedly. I hated them for wanting him the same way I
hated
myself
for wanting him. “This
game is stupid.”

A resounding
boo
came from the people in the room,
along with a few who stood in the doorway to observe. The sound came mostly
from the men, who were still so eager to picture me laying prone in front of
them with my ass in the air, begging for whatever they had passing for a penis.

“But those are the rules,
Jess-
ic
-a,” my stepbrother said, accentuating every
syllable of my name. “If you didn’t want to play by the rules, then you
really
shouldn’t have started to play.”

“I
never said that I wanted to play your stupid game, Richard—”

“You sat down with everyone
else,” he said, shrugging again. “Everyone’s playing, and now it’s your turn.
You
chose
to tell a truth, and now
that I’ve actually asked you one, you don’t want to play anymore. That’s not
very sporting of you.”

“I don’t care,” I said.
“Ask someone else that stupid question.”

I tried so hard not to look
at him as he spoke, but my eyes constantly returned to the way his lips moved,
so full and soft-looking—lips I’d dreamed time and time again of kissing in the
heat of passion, with his cock buried inside of my body.

“It’s against the rules,”
he said, his voice rising and falling as though he were singing a song. “You
have
to answer it.”

I hated the way Richard’s
gorgeous eyes looked right through me, how they made my heart flutter and skip
with just the slightest glance in my direction. I could already feel my insides
beginning to squirm, my thighs clamped tight to deny the heat that was rising
between them. I had butterflies, and
those
butterflies had butterflies.

“Ask me something else,” I
said, arms crossed over my chest as I felt the scorching, concentrated glare of
every man in the room on my breasts, imagining what they must really look like
beneath my modest top. “Anything else.”

“But where’s the fun in that?”
he asked, a laugh rising from the others in the crowd. “If it’s not
embarrassing, then what’s the point?”

“I hate you,” I muttered,
my fists clenched. I hated how sweaty my palms were, how nervous and excited
his mere proximity made me. It was so hard to deny the wetness growing between
my legs, not to mention uncomfortable.

That question rang over and
over again in my mind:
Who do you want to
fuck the most
?

And every time my mind
asked the question, the answer was sitting right in front of me, his tasty-looking
muscles rippling and moving whenever he shifted his weight. I licked my lips,
trying my best to keep them from drying out. I wanted to hide, and at the same
time, I wanted to crawl on top of my stepbrother and
show
him who I wanted inside of me the most.

A sound broke me away from
my thoughts, one that I’d almost thought had come from my imagination.
Everyone’s head turned to stare at the source of the low, deep moaning that had
brought the rest of the room to complete silence. Slowly, grins began to spread
across the faces of the guests, and suddenly Richard let out a chuckle before
turning back to face me.

“Looks like Becky is having
a fun seven minutes,” he said, grinning at me wickedly as I heard a few cheers
rise up from a few of the men who sat around the room as the low, soft noises
continued, one loud and clear, the other was softer and muffled with a
strangely rhythmic quality to it that I didn’t quite know how to explain.

“Go Michael!” one of the
other guy’s shouted, laughing uproariously.

I clenched my fists
tighter, feeling my nails digging hard into the heel of my palm as I realized
what was happening. I hated that Becky was in there with Michael, and the image
of her mouth wrapped around his hard cock intruded into my thoughts like a train
wreck. It was hard to get it out of my head.

“See, Jess?” Richard asked,
motioning toward the closet door. “Becky’s having fun with the game. Maybe if
you’d relax and play along, we can
all
have fun.”

I felt like my throat had sewn
shut, and no matter how much I swallowed to try and say something back to my stepbrother,
nothing came out. I wanted to yell at him, I wanted to scream and slap him
across his stupid perfect face. I wanted to press my body against his and kiss
those gorgeous lips until he ripped my clothes off.

I hated him and I wanted
him all at the same time. My panties were soaked, my eyes barely able to turn
away from him every time he prompted me to answer, prompted me to tell him the
one thing that I knew that I could never let him know. I wanted to give myself
to him so badly—the last few years of our lives had been torture, knowing that
only a room away my sexy stepbrother lay sleeping. He was my Adonis, and I
hated him for being forbidden from ever knowing how I worshiped him.

“So, Jessica, what’s it
going to be?” Richard asked again. “Which person in this room do you want to
fuck the most?”

I swallowed, feeling a bead
of nervous sweat slowly make its way down the side of my face and down along my
cheek. I hated the way he looked at me, the way he talked and asked me things I
could never answer. Most of all I hated the way that my eyes answered him
whenever he’d ask me, always looking at that gorgeous form that could have made
gods weep.

“I can’t…” I whispered, my
voice strangled in my throat.

I looked at Richard again,
pleading with him not to ask me again, not to make me say the one secret that
I’d kept from everyone save for my best friend. He was my one true desire, the
thing I could never have no matter what, my forbidden love. But as I let my
eyes rest on him, I noticed the way his legs parted as he shifted his weight,
and there between his thighs was a bulge the likes of which I’d never seen
before in my life.

I marveled at it for a
moment, doing my best to contain my reaction, though inside my mind I was
almost crying. If I’d been soaked before, I was drenched now, so wet that I
felt like I’d just come in from a rainstorm between my thighs. I was quivering,
shaking with the effort of turning away from that briefest hint of what my
brother carried between his legs.

Is
this turning him on
?
I wondered, finally able to tear my eyes away as his legs once again closed and
he got himself comfortable. But as I looked away, my eyes were drawn into his,
into a stare so intense that I could have sworn he’d caught me looking at him.
All he did was grin, that cocky, overconfident grin that infuriated me in way
that only a hand between my legs could resolve.

“How about we make a deal?”
he asked, looking up toward the ceiling in thought. “If you don’t want to spill
your secret crush, then just this once, I’ll let you change your option. If you
don’t want to tell us who you’d rather fuck, you can do a
dare
instead.”

I swallowed hard, my face
draining of color as I stare at him in disbelieve.

“But I have to warn you,”
he continued, “I’m going to make sure that it’s a
really
good one.”

“I fucking hate you,” I
said, getting to my feet.

“Oh, c’mon, Jess!” he said,
though despite his supposed displeasure he seemed to take enjoyment from
pushing me so far. “It’s just a little dare. What could go wrong?”

“You need to go fuck
yourself,” I spat, turning away from him and pushing my way out of the room. I
needed to leave and I wasn’t going to let anyone stand in my way.

“Jess!” I heard from behind
me as I made it to the front door. It took all my resolve not to turn and look
into my stepbrother’s eyes. Thankfully my anger was more than enough to keep my
legs moving as I pushed through the crowd of still gyrating bodies and made for
the door. Bursting into the open I was hit with the cool air. I was glad for
the low heat as I set off for home at a jog, even as my tears stung on my
cheek.

How could he have done
something like that to me?

I knew that Richard had
always loved to torture me, and for a time I thought that maybe it was his way
of showing me some odd form of brotherly affection. But this had reached a
level that bordered on pure sadism that I never imagined possible from even
him. He’d come to my own party, with
my
friends for
my
graduation, and
proceeded to transform it into what had practically become an orgy.

I choked back a sob as I
felt the weight of my party’s failure crashing over me. Everything had been
perfect until my stepbrother had shown up, everyone was talking and having a
good time. It was just the way I’d planned it, down to the very last detail.
But the one thing I hadn’t planned for—the one person who I never imagined
would show up—came in and completely turned my whole get-together upside down.

“Jessica! Come on! It was
just a game!” I heard him calling from almost a block away. But the sound of
his excuses and half-assed apology only served to make me angrier.

Bastard
, I thought as I rounded a
corner and headed toward me parents’ home.

Everything had gone from
polite conversation to people fucking in the closets in the blink of an eye, all
thanks to my own personal Dick. I hated him with every fiber of my being. If I
had a say in it, he’d stay at Yale and never come back, living out the rest of
his life across the country where I could never again be bothered by the
thought of his perfect, delicious existence.

I didn’t stop until I was
more than a few blocks away from Becky’s house, my own only a few streets away.
I crumpled into a heap beneath an oak tree, my arms wrapped around myself as I
mourned the one party I’d ever throw in my entire life, the only time I’d dare
to even think of having a semblance of a social life. It had crumbled to pieces
before my eyes.

“I never want to see him
again,” I whispered to the cold stillness of the night around me, my eyes
closed as I pleaded with whoever was up above to grant me this one request—to
take my stepbrother out of my life forever so that I’d never have to grieve
over what I could never have. “I just want him to go away.”