Break Me: A Stepbrother Romance (6 page)

She squirmed hard on the bed, panting. She was desperate to come. I let her nipple pop out of my mouth and I pushed three fingers into her pussy, stretching her.

She made a crazy sound. She was flushed and wild, her blond hair tousled on the pillow. I covered her with my body, pinning her, and pumped my fingers into her, my thumb rubbing her clit. “Who’s inside your pussy right now, Summer?” I growled in her ear. “Say it.”

“You are,” she said. Her eyes opened and fixed on me, those hazel depths hot with lust. “You’re inside my pussy, Bram.”

“And what am I doing?”

“You’re finger fucking me.” Jesus, just those dirty words on her sweet lips was making me crazy. It made her crazy to say them, too, because she ground her hips onto my hand, fucking it. “You’re finger fucking me. Oh,
God.
”

I slowed my hand down, kept my fingers inside her, brushed my thumb over her clit. She was almost there, almost where she should be, but she needed to break through the wall that was holding her back. “What did you just do to me, Summer?” I said. “Say it out loud.”

“I don’t—Bram, please, I—”

“What? You can do it, but you can’t say it?” I slowed my hand even further. “You don’t come until you say the words.” I dragged the thumb of my free hand over her lower lip. “You brought me here, you take the consequences. I know you have a dirty mouth, Summer, because I just dirtied it with my come. Now say it.”

Her eyes were still on me, as if searching for something. I stared right back at her, drilling my gaze into her. I rubbed my thumb hard over her clit, and she jerked her hips. “I sucked your cock,” she said.

“That’s right,” I said. I rubbed her again as a reward. “You did it, you own it. You don’t get to pretend it was someone else. Did you like it, Summer?”

“I fucking loved it.” Her voice was hoarse. “It was so fucking good. Your cock is the best thing I’ve ever tasted, Bram.” She licked her lips. “Your come is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

I was speechless. I locked eyes with her and watched her as I started rubbing her again, pushing my fingers in and out of her. At the same time I pressed my thumb straight on her clit, grinding down with just the right amount of pressure.

“Ooohh…” Her eyes fluttered closed and she ground herself against me. She was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted, her nipples hard and dark. I said nothing and just worked her, touching her in all the right places, sending her where she needed to get to. This was an emergency, and I was a sex ER doctor. The woman needed to come, code red.

“Oh, God, Bram—” She dug her nails into my back and bucked beneath me. Her head jerked back, her eyes closed. “Oh, God—I’m going to come…”

“You’re fucking right you are,” I said.

It started somewhere deep within her, a quake inside her body, and then her hips lifted off the bed and she shrieked, her body jerking beneath me. I rode her orgasm with every inch of me, listening to every sound she made, feeling her nails dig into my skin and her pussy clench on my fingers. I stroked her as she came down again, the aftershocks trembling through her, and we both caught our breath. Then I rolled off her, because I was too fucking heavy and I didn’t want to crush her.

I lay on my back, sweat stinging my skin. Summer didn’t say a word, but she rolled on to me and buried her face in my chest, flinging her arm tightly over my ribcage. She went still. I could feel her breath on my skin. I held her close in the crook of my arm and rubbed my hand gently over her hair, then down the back of her neck. She was still wearing the bra, so I unhooked it with one hand and trailed my fingers up and down her spine. She shuddered a little and went still again.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked her.

She shook her head, the motion hot against the muscles of my chest. “No,” she said.

She seemed to be thinking about something. If she was regretting this, it was a lost cause and there was nothing I could do. I waited.

“Bram,” she said.

“What is it?”

She raised her head from my chest and looked up at me. “No one fucks me like you do.”

I brushed the sweaty strands of hair from her face and smiled. “Sweetheart,” I said, “I haven’t fucked you yet. We’re just getting started. Now roll over.”

S
ummer

P
art
of me still couldn’t believe I had done it. Bram Riordan—ex-con, rebel, sex god, stepbrother, monster, the first man who ever made me come—was in my bed. I had told him to come over and do whatever I wanted, however I wanted it. And he had.

Maybe he wasn’t done with me, but I wasn’t done with him either. I wasn’t done with his broad, strong chest, his rippling stomach, his bruising arms. I wasn’t done with the map of tattoos I planned to trace all over his skin with my fingers and my tongue. I wasn’t done with his dark eyes, his high cheekbones, his kissable mouth.

And I wasn’t done with what he did to me. The way he made me feel, the things he made me say. I
was
done with feeling like I was some kind of unnatural sex-crazed whore, like there was something wrong with me. Bram didn’t think there was anything wrong with me at all.

He was going to push me, farther than I’d dreamed of going. And I was going to push him. He was locked inside himself, in his regrets and the horrible memories of the last six years, and what he didn’t know was that I was going to burn all of that out of him. I would do it by submitting to him, body and soul.

I could still smell his skin as I reluctantly rolled off of him. It had felt good to wrap my body around his, to feel his heart beating beneath my cheekbone. I had looked at his body and admired it so often, I had wanted it for so long, I felt possessive of it. For tonight, that big, powerful body, and everything it was capable of, was mine.

He rolled me onto my back. He tossed my bra away, so my breasts were bare against his chest, and came over me. He looked into my eyes. “You learn how to kiss over the last six years?”

My heart skipped in anticipation. “Maybe a little.”

I hadn’t realized I wanted him to kiss me until he did it. After everything we’d done already, kissing would seem tame—but kissing wasn’t tame with Bram. He bent down and took my mouth with his, opening my mouth with his tongue, stroking boldly inside. I wasn’t an inexperienced girl this time, and I met him stroke for stroke. My pussy was wet again, burning. I was empty without him inside me. I ran my hands down his powerful back and grabbed his hard ass, just as I’d always wanted to do.

He came up for air, surprised. I gripped his ass harder and tilted my hips up, grinding against his cock, which was huge and hard against me. “I’m on the Pill,” I told him. “And I’m clean.”

“Oh, yeah?” he said. “I’m clean, too. They check us regular for that on the inside. They take it real seriously in there.”

He was putting it in my face that he’d been in prison, trying to scare me off. But I hooked my knees around his lean hips, opening my pussy to him. “Then fuck me, Bram,” I said.

Something flashed across his eyes, and he reared back off of me. His big hands grabbed me and flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees. He knelt behind me, between my legs. “Show me your pussy,” he said. “Show me.”

I spread my knees wide and lowered to my elbows, so my ass was in the air, everything on display for him. He cupped my ass, spreading my flesh apart. Never in my life had I been so open, so totally revealed to another person. He took his time, and I heard his breathing grow harsher as he looked at me, running his hands over me.

“Bram, please,” I moaned into the pillow. I was wet, throbbing. But I wasn’t crazy, like I’d been before. The fact that I’d already had an orgasm took the edge off, made it possible for me to enjoy the anticipation. Something he’d known would happen.

This man was the sexual master of me.

He rubbed his fingers between my lips, parting the wet folds, stroking down to my clit. He leaned down and pressed his tongue inside me, tasting me. I writhed, trying to rub myself shamelessly on his face. He trailed his tongue down to my clit and circled it, then withdrew and rubbed me with his fingers again.

“Jesus, Summer,” he said. “That is a beautiful fucking pussy. You have a world class cunt.”

I arched my back and flexed, pressing into his fingers. Even that bad word made me feel beautiful.

He slid his fingers through my juices and upward, between my cheeks. “This sexy ass,” he said. “You ever been fucked here?”

“N—no.”

“Then I’ll be the first here, too,” he said, rubbing his thumb around me, pressing the tip into me. “Not tonight, Summer, but you better be ready. You’re going to take that ride.”

I dropped my burning face into the pillow. “Yes, Bram.”

He gripped my hips and leaned over my back. I could feel his big body like a furnace, his cock pressing against me. “That’s what it is now, Summer,” he said. “You have a dirty animal in your bed.”

He was still trying to provoke me, trying to make me hate him. “No,” I replied. “I have you.”

He slapped a hand on my ass so hard it stung. “A fucking tattooed ex-con animal who’s going to fuck you. I jerked off thinking about you in prison, you know that? Hell, I jerked off thinking about you last night.”

I ground back against him. His cock was so big, hot iron against me. I was dying for it. The image of him jerking off lit me on fire. “I did it, too,” I said. “Thinking of you.”

“Did you, now?” His hands slid under me, over my belly and my ribcage to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples. “Is that what you did, all alone in your little virgin bed that summer? Did you rub your sweet candy pussy and think of me?”

“Yes.” God, I had done it so many times. If I’d been religious, I’d be scared of going blind. “Yes!”

“You wanted your stepbrother’s cock in you because it was forbidden, is that it?”

“
No!
” My fingers were digging into the pillows. “I wanted you.”

He pinched my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, shooting jolts of sensation down my body to my clit. “You wanted someone to do the job and take your cherry.”

“No, Bram,” I said. “I wanted you. Only you.”

He was breathing hard. He leaned back and gripped my hips, then pressed my knees even farther apart with his, bracing me open. Then I finally felt his cock, first the head and then the rest of its hot length in a long, smooth motion, sheathing himself all the way inside me.

I moaned so loud it was almost a shout, and I had to bury the sound in the pillows. It felt so good, him filling me so completely after all this time.

He slapped my ass again once, then dug his fingers into my hips. “You scream all you want,” he said. “I’m taking over now.”

He did. He drove into me deep and hard at first, rocking all the way into me, burying himself to the hilt. He was so far in me it almost hurt, but the pain just gave me more pleasure. Then he fucked me harder, jerking me back against him in rhythm with his hips, my flesh thumping bruisingly against his. My body gave over to him entirely, became his possession. My breasts banged against the mattress. He tilted my hips with his hands, angling them up so he could fuck me even deeper. It was raw, just his cock in me with nothing between us. “Oh, fuck, Bram,” I said. “Harder!”

He sped up his pace and pounded into me. His cock was everything, my entire existence, the pinpoint of my life. Just his cock, giving me pain and pleasure, making me alive, making me want to come on it, to give it everything in me.

“God damn it, Summer,” he growled. “God damn it.”

I lifted my face from the pillow, where I’d been muffling the animal sounds I was making. “Please,” I moaned. “Let me come on your cock… Please…Please…”

He held me in that perfect position, hitting me hard in that perfect spot, and I started to come. Dark bliss took over, and I closed my eyes, opening myself to it, letting it take me. In the wash of stars behind my eyes, as Bram shouted and I felt him pulse deep inside me, I became someone else, someone new, and the old Summer disappeared, vanishing into the darkness of the past.

B
ram

S
he was my poison
, the blood in my veins. She was my blonde Venus, the siren calling me to crash on the rocks. I could not get the smell of sex off my skin, the taste of her off my lips, and I didn’t want to. If I was going to die, I’d go to hell remembering the flush on her cheeks as she came beneath me.

It would be worth it.

After six years celibate, I could have rubbed her raw, but we were both exhausted, and we fell asleep. I woke up hours later to find Summer curled into me, one sexy leg hooked over mine, possessive. She woke up when I moved, murmuring and rolling onto her back, and I did her again, burying myself all the way in her hot pussy, trying to go slowly this time, pressing her wrists over her head and her hips hard into the mattress as she wrapped her legs around my waist. She made sleepy half-cries that made me quietly insane until she arched beneath me and I came inside her, my balls aching. Then we fell asleep again.

I woke up the next morning while she was still asleep and took a long, hot shower. I needed to get hold of myself. I had started out so cocky last night, so ready. Now I didn’t know who the hell I was. I couldn’t afford to lose myself in her—there was almost nothing left of me already.

I came out of the bathroom, my jeans pulled on, scrubbing myself dry with a towel, to find her sitting at her small kitchen table wearing only a t-shirt and panties. She ran a hand through her sex-tousled hair and looked me up and down. I thought she’d seen plenty of me last night, but apparently not.

“I’m hungry,” she said. “Want to get breakfast? There’s a place a few blocks away.”

“Sure,” I said.

“I’m going to take a shower.” She stood up. “Are you going to be here when I get out?”

I knew what she meant. She wanted to know if I was going to take off the morning after, like I’d done six years ago. “I’ll be here,” I said.

The breakfast place was a diner with vinyl seats in the booths and the enticing smell of bacon and coffee. It was hot out already, and Summer had put on a light cotton skirt, a white t-shirt, and a pair of beaded sandals. With her blond hair half-curling in the heat and the little bit of makeup she’d put on, she looked good enough to eat. Way too good to be having morning-after breakfast with a guy like me, a tattooed slab of muscle in last night’s jeans and t-shirt.

We ordered in comfortable silence, and when the coffee came we waited for our first cup to kick in. I tried not to look at her lips and remember them saying
Your cock is the best thing I’ve ever tasted, Bram.
I’d had what I wanted—more than I wanted. There was no guarantee I’d ever have it again. The sooner I got used to that, the better. She might decide she’d had her forbidden fun with me and it was time to move on.

“Listen,” I said as the waitress brought our food and we dug in. “Something’s come up at the shop that I want to ask you about.”

Her eyebrows rose. “What is it?”

I told her about the safe, the missing cash, the fact that Nate hadn’t said anything. It had happened twice more since that first time, the cash gone from the safe at the end of the day. “Maybe there’s something I’m missing,” I finished. “Did he say anything to you?”

She frowned. “No. I know everything about Dad’s books. I help him with it every year—I get everything together and deal with the accountant. Dad is terrible with numbers.”

“He’s run the business at a profit for most of your life,” I pointed out.

“Yes, but until I dropped out of college and came here, I didn’t know how rocky it was. The first year he let me look at the books was a mess. His accountant was doing a sloppy job. He was overpaying suppliers, and paying way too much in interest and tax.”

I blinked at her. I’d always known Summer was smart. I was still working up to getting a credit card—I didn’t know shit about tax. “You dropped out of college?” I said.

She speared a hash brown with her fork. “I was taking economics,” she said. “I started my furniture business to make some money to pay off my loans, but it became so profitable I dropped school completely and did it full time.”

“I get that,” I said. “I do. But you should think about school again, Summer. Night courses or something. The shop is great, but you’re only twenty-four.”

She stared at me, her hash brown on her fork in midair.

“What?” I said.

“I don’t know. It’s just—I was thinking that. That I should take some courses. I like what I do, and I like being my own boss, but owning the shop is hard. Sometimes I feel like I work all the time.”

“Do you have help?”

She shook her head. “I do everything myself. The buying and selling, refinishing the furniture, paying the bills, marketing, the finances—everything.”

Shit. How did she do all that? “It sounds stressful,” I said.

Her cheeks flushed. “It is. And it’s lonely,” she said quickly. “I don’t have many friends here, and the women my age are getting married and having kids, not running businesses. I don’t have much in common with them.”

I narrowed my eyes. Getting married and having kids, huh? Yeah, I was the wrong guy for that. I thought again about the sad look on her face when Nate had mentioned her ex-boyfriend at dinner. Had she wanted to marry some guy, and he’d dumped her? What crazy prick with his head up his ass would dump Summer if she wanted to marry him?

I wanted to punch the guy, but I also wanted to thank him. Because after last night, the thought of Summer marrying some other guy, some bank teller or insurance salesman, made me want to break something.

“So, the cash,” I reminded her. “You’ve never seen this happen before.”

“Right,” she said, coming around to the topic again. “Um, Lisa, the office manager, always handles the cash. She’s worked for Dad forever and she’s really loyal. Plus, her husband has a good job. I can’t see her risking getting fired over a few hundred bucks. It doesn’t make sense.”

“It wouldn’t be impossible for one of the other guys to get the combination, if he tried hard enough,” I said. “But if it was one of them, Lisa would notice, and she’d tell Nate.”

“Unless it’s her taking it.” She bit her lip. “Or it’s Dad.”

I was distracted by that sexy lip for a second, but then I leaned forward over the table and lowered my voice. “Summer,” I said, “think hard. What do you think your dad might need money for?”

“Hey, you two!” said a familiar voice.

We both jumped and looked up. Nate was coming toward us across the diner on his crutches, a paper takeout bag in his hand. “I was just here getting a bagel, and what do I see? You two having breakfast!”

We were both frozen in shock for a second. I looked at the man who had been better to me than anyone in my life and tried not to think about what I’d done to his daughter—and what she’d done to me—last night. “Hey, Nate,” I managed. Summer managed no words at all.

“You should have invited me,” Nate said cheerfully. He maneuvered his crutches and dropped into the booth seat next to me. “I know I sleep late on Sundays, but I would have come with you if I’d known.”

I tried to think past the blood pounding in my ears. He thought we were just hanging out, having breakfast together, like stepbrother and stepsister. I couldn’t think of anything to say, but thankfully Summer finally found her voice.

“You hate eating in restaurants, Dad,” she said.

I looked at her. She’d recovered her composure. The look she gave me from her hazel eyes was casual—
no big deal
—but I could see her distress underneath.

Nate held up his takeout bag. “Well, I could make an exception and just have a bagel.” He looked back and forth between us. “Though I have to say it’s nice to see you two spending time together and getting along.”

Getting along.
I wondered if having sweaty, banging sex with someone gave off a smell or an aura, like a neon sign. It sure felt like it. At least it was me doing the walk of shame in yesterday’s clothes instead of Summer. I wore the same clothes every day anyway.

Nate looked at me. “Bram, why are you wearing a sweatshirt when it’s this hot out?”

I’d put on the sweatshirt that Summer had stripped out of last night. “Er, I was cold, I guess,” I said. “I’ll take it off soon.”

“What are your plans today, Dad?” Summer asked quickly.

Nate pulled the bagel from the bag and took a bite. “Actually, I was going to drop and see you, sweetie. See if you wanted to spend a few hours with your old man.”

I watched the flash of panic in her eyes.
Drop in and see her?
The bed looked like a hurricane had hit it, and Summer’s lacy bra and panties were crumpled in a sex-soaked ball on the floor. The towel we’d used to mop up my come was still in the bathroom sink. If we’d stayed in the apartment instead of coming here… Holy shit.

“Um, I was on my way to the farmer’s market,” Summer said. “Bram and I were just meeting for breakfast. Why don’t you come with me to buy some produce?”

“Do you need help?” I asked, thinking it would be hard for Nate to steer through the farmer’s market on crutches.

Nate waved his hand at me. “I’ll be fine,” he said. “Bram, you go home. I’m going to have some father-daughter time here.”

Despite the tension, I almost laughed at that. Leave it to Nate to tell you straight out when to get lost. Besides, with him out of the house for a few hours I could do some of the heavy shit—hauling laundry up and down from the basement, picking up heavy groceries, hauling crap out of the back yard—without him hovering around, insisting he could do it.

But as we paid the bill and I watched Summer leave with Nate, I wondered what the hell Nate was hiding—what he needed money for. And I wondered how I could find out.