Stepbrother Bestie (A Stepbrother Romance Novel) (47 page)

The two of us wildly thrashed back and
forth as our bare skin continued to slap against one another and the emotions
inside of us grew into a sense of excitement that neither one of us could
completely control.

By the time we were immersed in our own
unique rhythm, we had completely forgotten about the possibility that anyone
could walk in on us. In fact, in my mind, by the time we reached our climax,
while my back bowed in order to feel him insert deeper and his hands grasped at
my shoulders with a force that showcased the amount of emotion he was feeling,
there really was no one else in the world besides Tyler and I.

The feel of his manliness completely
filling me, along with the motion of our love, cleared my mind of everything
and anything else. We were in a place that was all our own, where there was
absolutely no one to bother us.

My brain felt a sense of clarity and
excitement as I reached the pinnacle moment of our sex and I felt the rate of
my breathing increase to an extraordinary level. I moaned and forced my body,
which I knew would be overworked after we were finished, to keep the pace, in
order to please myself, in addition to giving Tyler the pleasure that his own
heightened breaths told me I was providing him.

My moans quickly turned into gasps, which
eventually turned into an explosive scream, which I hoped to God no one heard.
I tried to mute myself, but as I felt Tyler explode inside of me after a
quickened pace, with his warm love lava oozing into every crevice that I had
within me, I could not help the cry.

“Don’t stop…” I begged breathlessly
in-between my wails of sexual victory and I saw Tyler sneer in a satisfied way
before he began to return to my desired pace. After a few more skillful prods,
my body began to quake, which led to a soul-shattering moment of euphoria.

I let out one more scream of passion
before I felt my womanliness begin to convulse around him in a series of spasms
which caused my whole body to shudder.

Once my body calmed a little, I felt my
body convulse around his still wildly enlarged erection, while my hurried
breath panted loudly in our ears.

I stared up at Tyler and giggled
excitedly, while he smiled down at me and easily curled his hand around the
frame of my face, before sweetly tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

It was then that I realized I was
completely right about how exhausted I would be once the allure of our lust
began to calm. My arms and legs suddenly felt as though they had acquired a
host of invisible weights and were almost impossible to move. Yet, I felt
completely content, as though I could fall asleep with Tyler next to me, right
then and there.

However, the feeling of contentment didn’t
last long. As soon as Tyler pulled out of me, we both froze, hearing a car door
slam.

“Oh shit!” Tyler muttered.

“Is that the parents?” I demanded, popping
my head up and looking outside at the car that had just pulled up in the
driveway.

Confirming my own question, I parroted,
“Oh shit!” and jumped to my feet, beginning the mad dash to get dressed again,
even in the most basic way, so that no one would suspect anything.

All I could think as I pulled my soaking
wet sports bra and yoga pants back onto my equally soaked body, hurrying to
make it all appear normal before my dad and Tyler’s mother walked into the
house and saw us there was,
Thank God for
workout clothes!

Chapter
38

Tyler

“Come on, Ashley,” I said as she lay
carefully on my chest, trying to be convincing later on that night, after my
mother and her father had once again gone out for the night. “I really want you
to be there.”

It had been a close call, but we had made
it through without arousing any suspicion. However, in all honesty, it wasn’t
like they were all that interested in us. They were far too busy sticking their
tongues down one another’s damn throats to really care what we were doing
there. They had accepted that we were returning from a workout easily and
Ashley had brought the explanation home by explaining that I had a competition
I was training for and that she had agreed to help.

My mother, tired of hearing about my
competitions, which she never showed very much interest in anyway, brushed it
off and moved on. Ashley’s father asked a few basic questions before following
his wife, probably to engage in their own fuck session.

I didn’t give a shit either way.

Nonetheless, it was nice not having to
explain anything to them and since they left soon after that, we were able to
continue where we had left off in my room once we knew the coast was clear.

I heard her sigh in response to my
question and I knew, even though I couldn’t see her eyes, that she was rolling
them at me. “Why is it so important for me to come?”

“Because I fucking want you there,” I
answered casually, squeezing her into my arms carefully but securely.

She shook her head and answered, “But
there is going to be so many people there and I just don’t know if I can deal
with seeing everyone from my past, all at once.”

“I’ll be there,” I assured her. “And you
have to face them sometime.” I let out a cocky grin before I added “And
besides, between the two of us, everyone is there to see me, not you. At most
you will be uncomfortable for a few minutes, then the show will start, I will
steal everyone’s heart and you returning to town will be old news.”

I could tell that she was thinking about
it, which was fucking fine with me. At least I had shifted the tides of her
opinion from a solid no to a maybe. Eventually, I would wear her down. After
all, how could she say no to me? I couldn’t even say no to myself. I was just
too damn irresistible.

Finally, she answered, “Okay. I guess I’ll
come.” She paused and added, “But what if…I run into…you know…that guy?”

At this, I felt a flair of fury engulf me
before I reared back and glowered down at her, while she stared back up at me.
“If you have any problems with anyone, I will protect you. You don’t have to
worry about anything. I will jump out of the fucking ring, in the middle of my
competition and pound anyone who bothers you to the ground without hesitation.”

She smiled, knowing that I meant it. But
what I realized then, and was too afraid to say at the moment, was that she was
worth being disqualified, or anything really. I had never felt like that about
anyone…and I fucking hated it.

Still, she seemed satisfied with that as
she nodded her head and smiled at me. “Okay.”

“So, you’ll go?” I asked, far more hopeful
than I had intended.

“Yes, I will go. I think it might be fun.”

“It will be fun!” I answered excitedly and
then I laughed as I added, “I mean, shit! What could be more fun than watching
me take home the gold? I know that I certainly enjoy it and I have a sneaking
suspicion that you will too.”

At this, she laughed and snuggled into me.
“You’re so modest,” she teased.

I just smiled back at her, knowing wholly
that she was completely full of shit.

On the day of the competition, I felt like
I was ready for anything.

In the last few days, I had not only improved
my carrying, I had also perfected my deadlifting; just as I had assured Ashley
I would. Everything else was falling nicely into place.

I also couldn’t believe how happy I was
that Ashley was coming with me. I wasn’t exactly going to spell that out for
her, but I was impressed by my level of excitement myself. I honestly hadn’t
been completely sure that I would ever be so enthused by the thought of someone
coming to watch my competition.

I had concluded a long time ago that
growing up, with no one coming to anything that I had, at school or otherwise,
that I had to rely solely on myself. However, now I knew that I was at least
capable of feeling excitement over the presence of someone besides myself doing
something, and I knew that was improvement.

Every
little bit helps,
I told myself, after Ashley had dropped
me off in the area for the competitors and left to find a seat.

She had given me a kiss goodbye this
morning, in my room, and although I wanted our relationship to be a little more
public, I was beginning to understand, at least for her sake, why she didn’t
want that shit to get out.

I still didn’t give a crap. It was my life
I was living. Not my mother’s and certainly not Ashley’s father’s but I found
that I had a sense of respect, buried deep inside of me, and I had chosen to
show it for Ashley. I wanted her to know, without having to get all sentimental
and shit, how I felt about her, even though I wasn’t even sure myself.

All of this, having a relationship that I
cared about, as well as another person to take into consideration when I get
all crazy, was something that I wasn’t sure I wanted, but still didn’t want to
let go of.

I had to admit, I was having fucking fun
with her and I was curious on where our life would take us. So, I kept the relationship
going and stayed faithful, even though I had no guarantees that was what I even
wanted.

I wasn’t the least bit nervous, but the
time of registration and all of the other bullshit that needed to take place
before the competition could commence went faster than normal.

I supposed I just wanted to get out there
and start showing this little beach town what a real strong man looked like;
and when I got a glimpse of the competition, I did my best not to laugh.

It was actually worse than anything I had
imagined. The men in the competition were seriously worthless.

I’ll
be surprised if any of these fuckers could even participate in the
competitions, much less actually compete.
I thought to
myself and remembered what Ashley had said about challenging myself before
anyone else.
Today, it looks like I am
going to be competing with myself after everyone else. These losers are
laughable.

Then, as soon as the competition started,
I was assured that things were definitely going to go my way.

The first competition, squatting, I won by
a mile, or rather about a hundred pounds. It was so bad I almost fucking felt
sorry for them.

Then, the next competition was loading,
which I also aced, far among the rest of the other contestants.

Still, it was a hot day and I was breaking
a very fluid sweat, but I wasn’t about to let that bring me down, seeing as all
I had to do now was beat my own record. The gold in this competition was
already mine.

A few more competitions were battled out,
with myself staying in the fucking lead, far ahead of all the other piss-heads
and wannabes. Eventually, they knew as well as I did that they were competing
for second at the very least, but I didn’t allow the assurance of a win to
break my stride.

I continued to work through the events one
at a time, putting the maximum amount of effort into it, while keeping a keen
eye on Ashley, who had managed a front row seat and cheered me on constantly.

Once again, I had to admit that it was
pretty fucking awesome to have a woman who was continuously trying to help me
to succeed. I definitely didn’t want to lose the shit I had going for me now. I
couldn’t imagine the sense of disappointment I would feel if I lost the
connection that Ashley and I had now.

Therefore, I vowed to try my best to
continue to make it work.

Chapter
39

Ashley

Even though it felt like I had spent the
entirety of my life throughout the last two weeks trying to help Tyler train
for the competition, once it actually started, I realized I still had little to
no knowledge of what was going on.

It didn’t take me long to figure out that
I had forgotten to ask what I now thought would be some of the most basic
questions, such as how the competition was scored and what to look for in
people with talent.

So, instead of trying to figure it out, I
just cheered for Tyler and hoped for the best.

It was clear though, that Tyler knew what
he was doing, while everyone else seemed to just be winging it. He was
definitely the most toned person there and his understanding of how it all
worked was obvious.

Throughout the whole competition, Tyler
didn’t lose his smile, or his cocky showmanship, but I knew that wasn’t really
an indication of whether he was doing well or coming in dead last. I was almost
positive, even though I had never seen him fail at anything, that to keep up
appearances, no matter how badly he might have been doing, he still would never
allow that smile to be wiped off of his face.

After all, if there was one thing I had
learned about Tyler through the entirety of the time we had spent together was
that he never, under any circumstances took no for an answer.

In a way I admired that about him, but in
another way completely, I found that part of him to be a total pain in the ass.