Addicted: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance (39 page)

Julian's smile was the only answer I needed, and his mouth powerfully claimed me, kissing and sucking on the tender, wonderful points of my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair, encouraging him as he licked at the special spot just under the point of my jaw on the right side that drives me into utter incoherence. Within minutes I was writhing and mewling underneath him. Had I thought he was any less powerful than before, just because he couldn't lift as heavy a barbell? Boy, was I wrong. Pinning my body to the bed easily, he ravished his way down my chest to seize my left nipple between his lips, sucking powerfully until I was ready to scream, it felt so damn good. "Fuck!" I cried softly. "Don't stop!"

"I won't," Julian whispered in between kisses as he made his way across my chest to the other side, treating my right breast to the same amazing feeling as the other side. At the same time, his hands were busy, first tossing the blanket off of us and then pushing my shorts down until I could pull my legs out. I wrapped them around him, using my feet to push his shorts down to his knees. Julian lifted his head from my nipple to look down and smile. "Wow, you are in a good mood tonight, aren't you?"

"I should be. I have a new home, a new job, and a great man with me who loves me. What more do I need?"

"How about marrying me?" Julian said, his blue eyes looking intently into mine.

I felt my heart stop in my chest as I searched his face for any sign of deception, but there was none. "You mean it?"

"You've been the greatest thing in my life. You took me from self-destructive darkness into light. You gave me joy, and showed me that love still exists in this world. I can't imagine having to live without you by my side. So yes, Krystal Aksoy, will you marry me?"

I nodded, tears forming and spilling down my cheeks as I smiled. "Yes Julian Castelbon, I will marry you. But before that, you have to do something?"

"What's that?" he asked nervously.

"Make love to me."

I could feel his cock rubbing against my thigh, and I wanted him inside me, but first I wanted to give him something special. Lifting my leg, I used a jiu-jitsu sweep to quickly turn Julian onto his back, giggling as he gawked up at me, although he clearly just moved with me instead of making me move all of his weight. "What was that?"

"That was called a scissor sweep," I taunted him. "Too bad we can't do any real scissoring. But I do have something we can do," I continued, climbing off of him only to swing my leg over his head and face his cock. I could feel the warm tickle of his breath on my pussy, and in front of me was the beautiful sight of his cock in front of me. I licked my lips, and grasped his warm, silken shaft. "I wonder who can make the other come first?"

Not that I complained, but Julian cheated, licking me first before I could even lower my lips to the head of his cock. Licking up and down his shaft, I trembled as Julian mirrored me, finding the deep folds of my pussy and stroking them with his tongue. The salty musk of his skin added to the heady sensation, and I quickly lapped around his head, teasing the underside on the bumpy little patch of skin where his circumcision scar left the only mar to his perfection. Thankfully it was also a very sensitive spot on Julian, and I could hear him grunt. Grinning, I opened my mouth wide and let his head slip between my lips, working myself up and down his shaft while he continued to lick my pussy.

I could feel him almost toying with me, and I knew what he wanted. I'd taken pride in my ability to pleasure him with my mouth, but I'd never attempted the one thing Julian's cock intimidated me, mocked me with. I let go of my fear and lowered my lips further and further, until the head of his cock brushed the back of my throat. I felt Julian pause as I dragged up and off swirling my tongue over the tip of his cock before easing my way back down.

What Julian didn't know was that I had a secret. Long ago, I'd learned to suppress my gag reflex, not on account of sex, even though it has plenty of advantages there, but in cooking. Choking down ingredients that make you want to gag is one of the things that I'd picked up to push my skills in the kitchen. From there it was easy to expand it to oral sex. I called on this secret now, sucking Julian deep, to the point I was before. I paused there, letting him think that was all I could do before swallowing him deeply. Julian's groan rumbled through his chest and out his mouth, a sound that told me that he'd never, ever had this happen to him before. Despite the constriction, I kept sucking until he was all the way in, letting my throat massage him momentarily before pulling off. "Hah!" I gasped as I came up for a bit of air. "How was that?"

Julian couldn't even reply, but instead flickered his tongue over my clit, driving bolts of electric pleasure through my body. I was glad he wasn't letting me go so easily, and I sucked him back in, bobbing my head up and down in long, deep strokes, letting him in over and over until I could feel the precum, sweet and slippery, slide over my tongue and down my throat. It was delicious, and I was hungry for more. Julian's nimble tongue created an erotic circuit between us, circling from my mouth to his cock, up his body to his tongue, where it coursed through my clit and up my body again. It built with every cycle, until I couldn't think any longer. I entered a state of animal eroticism that I'd never felt before, each lick and suck from my mouth mirrored by his, each explosion in my clit repeated on his cock. I felt my body tighten, dual explosions forming in both of our bodies until, with a muffled cry, my orgasm crashed over me.

At the same time, Julian's thick, heady come filled my mouth, flooding my tongue and completing the experience. I nursed his cock until he softened and was clean, enjoying the softness of his skin. "How'd you do that?" Julian asked after I dismounted and lay my head on his chest.

"What?" I said teasingly. I leaned in and kissed him, happy when he returned my kiss without any hesitation. Few guys were confident enough to do that. "Oh, you mean?"

"Yeah, that," he said, kissing my cheek. "What witchcraft did you learn to do that?"

"No witchcraft, just love," I said, laying my head down on his chest, listening to his heart beat. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"Did you mean it? Do you really want to marry me?"

Julian's fingers reached down and lifted my chin to look him in the eyes. "Tomorrow, after work, we're going shopping for rings."

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he space was empty
, raw concrete floor with fresh studs exposed on the walls and ceiling joists still visible, with pipes running between them. It was raw, it was bare bones, and it was perfect. I couldn't ask for a better staff gym if I'd designed the thing myself. "So you said my budget is what?" I repeated to Yuki, who was standing next to me with her tablet. We'd come down here to the basement underneath the kitchen area in order for me to get my first view of the staff gym, and to get an idea for how I wanted to lay things out. "I assume there is a budget, of course."

"Yes, but you won't like it," Yuki replied. "Five thousand dollars."

I blinked, stunned. Five thousand? I could spend five thousand dollars and not have a single complete thing. "Okay. Then forget the budget, consider anything over the budget a donation by me or something. Think it can classify as a tax write off?"

"I doubt it. This is a for profit resort of a multi-billion-dollar corporation, not the American Red Cross. However, I doubt you need the tax write off. You're not going broke any time soon. So what are you thinking?"

"Two lifting platforms over there," I said, pointing at the one wall. "One of them will have just squat stands, the other a full on power cage. I'll give you the makers I want you to contact. Lots of free weights, and some specialty bars that I'll also send you an e-mail on. In the space on the right of it, a flat bench, and a Hammer Strength Incline Press, plate loaded. The next wall is going to be back, so lat pull down and two more Hammer Strength machines. This wall we're next to will be the cardio wall, with options for Concept 2 rowers, bikes, and a treadmill for those who insist on that. The fourth wall is going to have the legs and butt section, so a leg curl, leg press, glute-ham raise, and an extension."

"What's the big spot in the middle for? You've lined the walls, but this is a big room. Are you planning on anything in the middle?"

I grinned and nodded. "Yep. We're putting in martial arts mats and a boxing ring. Those joists look perfect for hanging a couple of heavy bags, and we'll still have space to put in a smaller ring. That should make Krystal happy for her training."

"I think that ring she's been wearing this past week has already made her as happy as she can be," Yuki said. "You should have seen her earlier this morning when we were reviewing the kitchen."

"Really?" I asked, chuckling. "You know Yuki, the ring is not as important to me as the fact that she said yes. You realize how happy that makes me?"

"I can see it," Yuki replied. "What have your parents said, by the way?"

"You can ask Dad himself when he comes to the resort next week. He and Sandra are coming to see how we're doing, a bit of a reunion, celebration, whatever you want to call it."

"Do you think that it would be appropriate for me to talk to them? I think Sandra is still angry with me. I wouldn't want to add any strain to your family gathering."

I shook my head. "Yuki, I suspect that by now, Sandra regrets her decision. I know my Dad does. Last time I talked to him, he's misses having you around. The person they hired is good, but doesn't have that same level of seamless anticipation you have. Also, I think he misses some of the business advice you gave him. You were well worth the salary."

"I know. I miss the Manor as well, but I'm excited about the challenges of this opportunity as well. Well, I like your ideas, and you said you'll get me the list of things. But we need to go upstairs and look at the part of your job that is supposed to generate revenue, the guest fitness facility. You'll be happy to note you have a one-hundred-thousand-dollar budget there, not including the pool and swimming areas which have their own budgets."

"Great. You know Yuki, I'm going to be depending a lot on you for guidance on this dealing with budgets. I've gone most of my life not needing to worry about one."

Yuki chuckled and tapped at her screen. "New job, new place, still giving advice to a Castelbon. You should make me part of the family if you're going to keep this up another few years."

"You already are in my eyes, Yuki. Didn't you know that?"

For the next week, Krystal and I worked hard at adapting to our new jobs. Thankfully, my finals were over, and I had a three week break before the next round of my classes started up. My only concern was that, at what was possibly the worst time, Krystal started complaining of headaches and nausea. If it hadn't been for the three times we'd make love over the course of the week, I'd have started thinking she was losing interest. Yet when we did make love, it was perhaps even more passionate than it had ever been. I chalked it up to nerves and stress, and did my best to support her.

After getting through the work week, I could feel nervousness in my body as I waited for my father and Sandra's arrival. I hadn't seen either one of them since leaving the Manor for Miami, although I had at least spoken with Dad. He was, of course, disappointed in my actions. But for me, him saying he was disappointed was actually a great thing. One of the reasons I had acted up so much before, I think, was because I wanted my father to at least acknowledge me. While I know now that he did, it felt like most of the time he just passed me on to a lawyer or an assistant or someone else. He didn't get his hands dirty, and he never expressed emotion about it. Now, after admitting he was wrong by trying to be so cool and collected, it was refreshing to even hear him say that he was upset over something I did. I know, weird, right?

Dad and I had patched things up though, especially after he learned about Krystal and I coming to Kennebunkport. He'd even told me over the phone that he was proud of my hard work, especially in my college courses. Sandra, on the other hand, I was worried about. Each time I'd called, she'd been busy, although she and Krystal had talked at least. Still, I was afraid my stepmother/soon to be mother in law (God that was going to get confusing), was going to beat the hell out of me the first time she saw me.

Saturday morning, Krystal and I shared a quiet breakfast at a cafe near the harbor on Ocean Drive, waiting for Dad and Sandra to call. We'd agreed to meet outside the resort first, then see how things went. "Well, look at it this way," Krystal told me as we sipped our coffee, "at least no matter how bad it goes, we won't be the biggest scandal in town. Didn't you hear? W is supposed to be visiting his Dad at the Bush compound."

"That probably makes Dad only the second richest person in the town then," I joked in reply. "How will he take the blow to his precious ego?"

"Considering he did just fine when he visited my grandfather, probably not so bad," Krystal said. She sipped her coffee, then set it aside. "That's enough of that for me. Can't have too much of it for a while."

I looked at her, concerned. "Krystal, I've been worried. The headaches, the nausea, now you're swearing off coffee . . . is everything okay? I know I've been distracted with my finals, and trying to get along with Mr. Williamson, and my new job, but, have I missed something? Have I upset you in any way?"

Krystal bit her lip, smiling, and reached into her bag. "I was going to give this to you after our parents arrived," she said, "but I can't wait any longer. Here, a little present for you."

She pulled a small box about four inches long from her bag, wrapped up like a birthday gift or something. Since my birthday wasn't for a couple of months, I'm a classic Leo supposedly, I wondered what it was. "Go ahead, open it," she said, grinning. "I promise, it's nothing bad."

I took the gift from her dubiously, shaking it from side to side. Whatever it was, it rattled inside the package, which was about the size of a watch, or maybe a pen or something. Finally shrugging, I tore off the wrapper to find a small wooden box on the inside. "I put it in there because if I hadn't, you'd have guessed it way too quickly," Krystal giggled as I searched for the latch. The brass latch was tiny, and I could barely work a fingernail underneath to pop it open, but when I did, the lid sprung up a fraction of an inch, and I lifted the cover to see what was inside. "Congratulations."