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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

MIA

I was stupid. So stupid.

I should’ve never listened to that raging cow Amanda. I was so ashamed at how I’d treated Brad over the whole thing, and I knew I had to make it up to him. But for now…now there was only one thing I wanted to do.

His hot lips closed over my mouth, tongue sliding out to caress mine. I moaned, and he broke away a second later, gazing down at me with a wild look in his eyes. His expression was almost animal-like in its hunger, and I drank him in, mesmerized by how big he was and how much I wanted him. His skin emitted heat like a radiator, and power oozed from every pore, enveloping me in a haze of heady lust.

“I want you so much,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

The ache between my legs was so strong that it felt like my thighs were bruised, and I gasped as Brad reached for me, tearing my jacket and shirt off in quick motions. I slid out of my jeans, bra and panties and stood before him naked, my eyes wide as he shed his clothes only seconds later.

His powerful arms encircled me, and then he turned me around and pushed me up against the wall. I moaned as his lips pressed into my neck, gliding them over my flesh. He left scorching trails wherever he went, as if he were setting fire to my very being with each caress. The area between my legs pulsed with need, and I gasped again as he bit me ever-so-softly on the slender muscle between my shoulder and my neck.

“Beg for it,” he murmured.

“Mm…please…” I replied, throwing my head back as he nipped at my delicate skin again.

I sucked in a deep breath, and my knees trembled like mad as he traced the small teeth marks he’d left with his tongue and then blew cool air on them.

“Please what?”

“Please...please fuck me,” I said as every inch of my skin tingled. “Now.”

I felt him grin against my ear as he moved even closer to me, continuing his delightful torture. My bare ass was pressed against him now, and I could feel his thick cock throbbing steadily against me. He pressed it right up to the small of my back, rocking gently, and I squirmed and whimpered. One of his knees forced my legs apart, and I arched my back as his hands crept up to my breasts, fondling and toying with my stiff nipples until he drew another long, shuddering moan of wanton need from my mouth.

Every nerve in my body was on a hair-trigger, and as his hands swept in slow motion back down over my waist and hips and towards my inner thigh, I let out the loudest whimper I’d ever heard in my entire life.

“Shh,” Brad murmured, his fingertips working their way over the molten swell of my lower lips. “Everyone else on this floor will hear you.”

I wasn’t sure I even cared if anyone else heard me right now. I honestly thought I’d explode if I didn’t have him right at this second.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he murmured as I bucked my hips against his hand, begging him to go further. “You have the most perfect pussy.”

I tried to pull back from the wall and turn myself around to make him finally fuck me, but he held my hips firmly with his free hand and made it clear I wasn’t moving. Not yet. His strong grip stole another whimper from my lungs, and he chuckled. Oh God, I wanted this so bad…and he knew it.

“Please,” I begged again. “Don’t make me wait any longer. I can’t…”

“Not yet,” he replied, nibbling softly on my sensitive earlobe. My moans trailed into desperate whines. “You upset me when you didn’t answer your phone. I think you deserve a little punishment. Don’t you?”

Oh, God yes.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “I do.”

He’d barely begun to touch me, yet I already felt a familiar tension in my core, the kind that let me know I wasn’t far off climax. My toes curled on the carpet as his fingers gently rubbed my clit, never pressing hard enough for me to actually come. One finger slid inside me, massaging my slippery walls, and I arched my back further, desperate for release.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as he slid another thick finger in, pumping them in and out while his thumb worked away at my clit, rolling it in time with the thrusts of his hand.

“I want you to come for me,” he whispered, knowing full well that I was about to anyway.

The muscles in my legs tensed as he drove me closer and closer to the edge. A mixture of pleasure and pain streamed through me as he wound his fingers in my hair, pulling me back to kiss him as his fingers worked away inside me, pressing up against that sweet spot on my front wall.

I couldn’t focus. Nothing mattered except for the warm pleasure rolling out from my core, and my skin tingled as goose bumps broke out across my body along with an almost intolerable swell of heat and desire.

“I’m coming,” I gasped out. “Oh,
God…
Brad…”

My toes curled again as I came, my pussy milking his fingers as it clenched around him. His hand released my hair and clamped down on my mouth as I began to scream, unable to stop myself in the face of overwhelming bliss.

I’d never come like this before. I’d loved it when he went down on me in my room back in McComb the other day, but this was on a whole other level. I felt completely and utterly dominated, and nothing had ever felt so good. Brad had driven me to new heights of pleasure, and I knew it wasn’t even halfway over yet.

He left me for a few seconds, but it felt like forever. I could hear him rustling around in his clothes for a condom, and then the sound of him unwrapping one before returning to me. His skin burned against mine, and I arched my back again, desperate to feel him inside me.

“Are you sure?” he asked, leaning his mouth over my ear again.

“Yes!” I cried. My legs were trembling so much that I wasn’t sure how much longer they’d hold me up for.

It was finally happening. I was finally letting my stepbrother claim me in the way only a man could.

He gripped my hips and then let out a groan as he pushed himself inside me, and I half-gasped, half-grunted at the initial stretch of his cock. I was soaking wet, but even still, he was big. Almost too big.

He withdrew from me for a second, but not all the way. With the tip of him still resting inside me, he reached between my legs to rub my clit again and then thrust back into me, making me cry out at the overwhelming sensation of fullness. Holy god, it felt so good.

I relaxed, my body finally ready to accommodate all of him, and he eased in further, one hand squeezing my nipples as he moved against me, creating a sensual overload. My hands pressed against the wall, holding me steady as I moaned and whimpered.

“Oh, God! Brad…”

With that, he pulled out and then slammed back into me, hard and deep. My body stretched around him again and then squeezed him as another wave of pleasure descended over me. Harder and harder, faster and faster…Brad was fucking me senseless, and I had no idea how much time had passed before I approached another climax with a gasp. He flexed his hips in one last thrust, one more delicious push that sent me falling over the edge. Thrown onto a wave of pure ecstasy, I was so enraptured that I barely heard his low groan as he came, his cock pulsing within me, each throb so strong that I could feel every inch.

He cleaned himself up, and we collapsed onto my bed a moment later, our bodies coated in a sheen of sweat.

“That was incredible,” I said, still trying to catch my breath. “Totally incredible. And totally wrong.”

“I guess we can’t let it happen again, then,” he murmured, flashing me a wicked grin as his arms encircled me again.

“Mm....no…it definitely can’t happen again,” I teased, slowly moving my hand down to his groin.

He was already hard again. Holy hell.

Brad and I hadn’t officially defined what we were doing, and we hadn’t even told each other exactly how we felt…but whatever was going on between us, one undeniable fact stood out in the forefront of my mind.

I was falling for him.

Head over heels.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

BRAD

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Mia’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled and stretched out as I settled my weight over her, trailing kisses down her perfect body. We were in my room at the frat house, and she’d stayed over last night after coming to visit me in Hattiesburg. It had been three weeks since that day in her dorm, and we’d been lost in each other the whole time, stealing visits whenever we could and hiding it from everyone around us.

Her skin tasted of sweet, vanilla-scented body lotion, and I devoured every inch of her before moving up to her mouth. What began as a gentle kiss soon turned into a scorching, unstoppable make-out session, and it suddenly occurred to me that as usual, my door was unlocked. Any one of my frat brothers could come bursting in here at any time, although I doubted they would. They’d all seen me bring Mia into my room a few times, and none of them had ever bothered me about it. Then again, they didn’t know she was my stepsister…

We knew we had no business doing this, not while our parents were married, but right now that didn’t seem to matter. As long as we had each other, the rest of the world could go screw itself. Shit, that made me sound like a selfish asshole, but when it came to Mia, I wanted to be selfish. I wanted to have her all to myself.

She sighed and arched off the mattress, returning my kiss with passionate fervor. I was hard as fuck. Hard for her. Her soft body responded to my touch like an animal in heat – frantic, craving, yearning. I’d discovered that she was insatiable, at least when it came to me, and I couldn’t wait to bury my cock inside her again.

I ran a hand down her smooth skin, over her hips and belly until it trailed down her soft thighs, guiding her legs wider until her center was exposed. My fingers found her clit, and she gasped as I began to rub in slow, gentle circles.

“Mm…just like that.”

I buried my face in the wild curls of her hair, breathing in her sweet scent as my fingers traced her velvety folds. She gasped again as I slid a finger inside her. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” I murmured, drawing a long moan from her as I pumped the finger inside her in a beckoning motion.

Her inner walls clenched around my finger, eliciting a low groan from my mouth. I plunged another finger into her pussy; harder, deeper, faster. Her hips bucked against me, and she cried out.

“Stop,” she said. “I want you…”

I knew what that meant. She wanted my cock plunging inside her again, and I sure as fuck wasn’t gonna say no to that.

There were some condoms in the top drawer of my bedside table, and I leaned over and grabbed one before tearing the foil open and sliding it down over myself. I returned to Mia and pinned her to the bed, and her eyes widened as she spread her legs further open for me. I grinned and grabbed my stiff cock, teasing her by rubbing it up and down her swollen lips, and she grabbed fistfuls of the sheets below her, arching her back again, trying to draw me inside of her.

Her body tensed for a second as I plunged inside her, and then she relaxed and let out a whimper of pleasure. She was unbelievably tight around me, and I groaned as I thrust my hips back and forth, harder and harder with each motion. Reaching down with one hand, I rubbed her clit in deft circles with the pad of my thumb, and her fingernails dug into my back, holding me inside her like she was afraid I’d disappear into thin air if she didn’t.

I reached under her and grabbed her round ass, pulling her against me with each hard thrust and watching as her beautiful tits bounced up and down. Her lips opened in a perfect O-shape a moment later, and I slammed into her even harder as desperate moans escaped from her wonderfully fuckable mouth.

“Come for me,” I commanded her. “Come on my cock.”

Fuck, it felt good when she did that. Her muscles contracted wildly around me, and I felt a pressure building at the base of my groin. Heated pleasure rushed up my cock, and my mind went blank as a white light seemed to flash in front of my eyes.

Mia sighed as I collapsed onto her, totally spent. We were still lost in a haze, trying to catch our breath, and ten minutes later she finally nudged me.

“You’re going to be late for class.”

“I know. I’ll leave in a sec,” I replied with a groan. “You’re gonna stay here and study, right?”

“Yup. I brought all my textbooks and my laptop, so I’ll just use your desk. By the way, what time are we having dinner with your Dad?”

Tobin had come down from Illinois again, and as promised, I was taking Mia to meet him while she was here in Hattiesburg.

“Seven,” I replied.

Her face scrunched up. “What if he hates me?”

I chuckled. “He won’t. How could anyone hate you, babe? Don’t worry about it.”

“Does he…does he know about us?” she asked, her voice tinged with anxiety.

“Of course not. I haven’t told anyone. Have you?”

She shook her head. “No. Not even Tamara. I feel really bad about it, but I just don’t know how to explain it all to her.”

“Yeah, same. Anyway, I’ll head off. Have fun studying.”

I kissed her on the forehead before quickly getting dressed and heading downstairs. As I stopped in the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat, I ran into Carter.

“Hey, man, how’s things?” he asked.

“Good, good.”

He jerked his head upwards, motioning upstairs. “You’ve got that Mia hottie here again, hey?”

“Er…yeah.”

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with her. I haven’t seen you hang out with a chick this many times in ages. Not since Rose. Oh, and speaking of Rose, she showed up here looking for you late last night.
Again
. I told her you were busy with your new girlfriend.”

He winked, and I rolled my eyes. “You do realize that’ll piss her off even more, right? She’ll probably start camping out in the yard and chucking rocks at my window.”

He laughed. “Yeah, that’s true. Sorry, man. Anyway, wanna hear something funny?”

“Sure.”

“When you first started seeing this Mia chick, I had this really weird idea in my head for a second. For some reason I thought she was your stepsister. I dunno why, I guess I just pictured your new stepsister as looking exactly like Mia does.”

I forced a laugh. “Huh. Right.”

“Imagine if you actually were banging your stepsister. That’d be hilarious. Hilariously fucked up.”

“Mm…yeah.”

“Where’d you meet Mia? At the Halloween party a few months back, right?” he asked.

“Er…yeah, that sounds about right,” I replied.

“So are we ever gonna meet the actual stepsister?” he asked. “What was her name again?”

I’d never actually told him, thank God.

“Sorry, man, I’ve gotta get to class. But you’ll meet her eventually,” I said, hurriedly grabbing an apple and a muesli bar.

“All right. You up for some beers later tonight?”

“Can’t. I have a dinner thing. Tomorrow night?”

“Sure. We’ll catch up then. See ya.”

Shit, that’d been close. If Carter had already vaguely suspected something about Mia’s true identity at some point, then it was only a matter of time before others did the same. That’s how rumors got started…although in this case, it wasn’t a rumor. I was actually screwing my stepsister.

And I was loving every damned second of it.

***

“So you’re going to be a lawyer,” Tobin said. “That’s very impressive, Mia.”

He took a sip of his beer, and Mia smiled nervously. “Um. Yeah. Thanks.”

We’d arrived at the restaurant half an hour earlier. I knew Mia had been worried about meeting Tobin, because she was afraid he wouldn’t like her, but she had absolutely nothing to worry about. She was the most lovable girl I’d ever met, and so far, everything had run smoothly.

“What kind of law are you hoping to get into? Corporate?”

“I want to be like my Dad,” Mia replied, visibly relaxing as she got into a subject she was passionate about. “He’s a civil rights activist. I’ve also been looking at some environmental law things recently, and that seems really interesting as well.”

“Nice. I can see why my son likes hanging out with you so much,” Tobin said, winking at me. “Smart girl to do all his homework for him!”

He chuckled, and Mia giggled. “He wishes,” she said. “He can do his own homework.”

I was really glad they were getting along so well. With my real father in my life and the addition of Michael as my stepdad, my family was bigger than ever. Everything was finally going right for me, and I couldn’t have been any happier.

Mia took another bite of her food and chewed it slowly before putting her knife and fork down. “Please excuse me. I need to use the bathroom,” she said before standing up.

She was obviously still a little nervous because she almost tripped over her purse, which was sitting on the floor underneath the table, partly sticking out where she’d stood up. I gave her an encouraging smile, and Tobin’s gaze followed her as she walked away towards the restrooms.

“You like her, don’t you?” he asked, fixing me with a shrewd gaze.

I shrugged, not wanting to let on that I more than ‘liked’ her. “Yeah, she’s a great…sister,” I said.

He laughed. “I wasn’t born yesterday, Brad. You see her as a lot more than a stepsister, right?”

He took another sip of beer while waiting for my response. I opened my mouth to answer, but he suddenly began to cough and splutter.

“Ugh,” he choked out, rubbing his throat and gasping. “Went down…wrong pipe…”

Well, at least I didn’t have to answer his question. I grabbed the glass water bottle that the waiter had brought over to us earlier, but it was empty now.

“Hold on,” I said. “I’ll run over and ask for another bottle.”

Tobin nodded and continued to cough, and I got up and dashed to the front of the restaurant.

“Excuse me, can I grab some more water?” I asked the waitress behind the counter. It looked like she was texting someone, and I tapped my foot and waited impatiently for her to finish. Finally, she smiled and nodded at me, and then headed over to a fridge with clear glass doors. She pulled out another bottle for me, and I thanked her before heading back over to the table.

“You okay?” I asked, quickly pouring Tobin a glass of water.

His face was slightly red, but he seemed to have recovered. “Thanks, son,” he said before gulping down a few mouthfuls of the water. “I’m all right. I hate it when that happens.”

“Yeah, it sucks. I almost choked on a shrimp once,” I said with a grin. “Pretty embarrassing.”

“Well, at least we’re all here now, and we’re all healthy and alive,” he said as Mia returned to the table. “Cheers, you two.”

He held up his water glass, and Mia and I toasted him with our drinks.

“Thanks for coming,” he continued. “Now, do we want desserts?”

Mia nodded enthusiastically, and Tobin grinned and waved towards a waitress, who brought us some dessert menus a moment later.

“It all looks so good,” Mia murmured, gazing at the extensive selection of tortes, pies, and cheesecakes pictured on the menu. “But the servings look huge, plus they come with cream. I’m not sure I could eat a whole one.”

“Same,” I replied.

Tobin’s eyes twinkled. “In that case, why don’t you two share the double chocolate lava cake?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes at him, and his grin widened. The double chocolate lava cake came in a heart-shaped ramekin, and it was meant to be a special dessert dish for lovers to share. He obviously knew he was right about something going on between me and Mia, and he wasn’t afraid to embarrass us about it. Oh well, at least he didn’t seem to be disgusted by what we were doing.

We decided to split a big slice of New York-style cheesecake instead, and as the night drew to a close, Mia yawned and reached to the floor for her purse.

Tobin put his hand on her arm. “Don’t be ridiculous, Mia. I’m paying.”

She smiled at him. “Thanks, Mr. Jacobsen. That’s really nice of you.”

“Call me Tobin,” he said with a wink.

After saying goodnight to my Dad, Mia and I left the restaurant, and I turned to her as I started the car. “Well, you were worried he’d totally hate you, but he didn’t. Pretty anti-climactic, huh?” I said.

“Kind of like sex with you,” she joked, nudging me with her elbow.

“Oh, that’s how it is, huh? All right then. No sex for you from now on.”

“You know I’m kidding. You’re right, it went pretty well,” she said. “Your Dad seems nice. I can see why you’ve been spending so much time with him.”

“I think I’ve actually been spending more time with you lately,” I said, leaning my face close to hers.

“Well, aren’t you lucky,” she replied, poking her tongue out at me.

Fuck yeah. I was beyond lucky.