Dirty Little Secrets: A Stepbrother Romance (15 page)

T
he Delta
737 banked and aligned itself with the runway, touching down exactly five minutes late for our arrival. Next to me in her first class seat, Alix looked both anxious and excited to be back in Southern California.

“You okay?”

Alix shrugged, then looked down, where we were holding hands. The first class cabin was nearly totally empty on the early flight, and I’d deemed it an acceptable risk. “It’ll be the first time I’ve seen Mom since the apology.”

“I know,” I said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “But on the other hand, you’ll have plenty to distract you. You have to sign the papers to have the agent put your place up for rent, get your keys for someone to drive your car up to Portland, all of that.”

“And pack some more,” Alix replied. She leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I’ve got a few outfits I’d love to show you. It pays to be a model, you know.”

I smirked and sat back. “Ah, it’s good to be the King.”

We let go of our hands as the plane stopped and a stewardess came around. She gave me a look I’ve been familiar with for years, and it was funny to see Alix’s contained yet still defensive reaction.

“Slut,” she whispered under her breath, and I had to laugh. “What?”

“You know what,” I said. The light overhead went off and the bell dinged, and I undid my seatbelt, standing up. “Come on, let’s go see Dad and Layla.”

As we walked through the airport toward the baggage claim area, Alix looked over at me. “With the new baby, do you think Derek would mind if I started calling him Dad?”

“I think he’d take it as an honor. He knows how you felt about Paris Nova.”

Alix shuddered and nearly spit on the floor at the mention of her birth father. “Yeah, don’t remind me. Damn, was I screwed up on that one. I’m glad you straightened me out.”

“Don’t say anything, he thinks you figured it out on your own,” I informed her. “He was adamant that I respect Layla’s wishes.”

We got to baggage claim, and I looked for the one bag we’d checked, a suit of mine since I didn’t have any at the Laguna house. Alix had plenty of clothes, both at her house and at Dad’s, so she didn’t need any. Instead, she got to fidget while I waited for my bag. “Where are they?”

I pointed, seeing Dad and Layla just outside the security barrier, and any concern Alix may have had about awkwardness with seeing her mother again evaporated. Instead, Alix nearly sprinted across the gap between them, shouldering the door aside to embrace her mother. I was about a minute behind, my suit bag in my hand, and they were still hugging, the sound of twin muffled sobs coming from the two nearly six-foot-tall women. Dad had a gleam in his eye, and he quickly sniffled it away to shake my hand. “Kade, it’s good to see you, son.”

I set my bag down on the ground to embrace my father, hugging him tightly before letting him go so that we could turn to the two women we loved. Alix and Layla both turned to look at us, smiling with a bit of embarrassment. “Sorry,” Layla said, “must be the hormones.”

“There’s no reason for you to be embarrassed, Layla,” Dad said. “Alix, you either. It’s just the greatest thing I’ve ever seen that you two are reconciled.”

“It’s a good feeling,” Alix said.

After all the hugs were exchanged, Dad took us to his car, where I stuffed myself in the back seat, reminding myself why I liked driving instead. The Los Angeles area freeways always suck during the daytime, and it’s even worse when you’re sitting in the backseat, even when the backseat belongs to your father’s Jaguar XJ. At least as we drove, Dad explained what the day would be like. “I know you have some business to do while you’re down here, Alix, but if you can be back at the Laguna house by four that would be best,” Dad informed us from up front. “There is a local PAC that is putting on this whole gig, and they’re sending some people over around then. Probably nothing you aren’t used to, but they want to do the whole dolling us up. Makeup artists, hair stylists, the whole nine so that I supposedly look Congressional or something.”

“What’s the primary looking like, Dad?” I asked, and Dad grinned.

“Not bad at all. The Congressman is giving me his blessing at the event, so most of the establishment is falling into line behind me. There’s one other guy running in the primary, but he’s been doing it for the past five election cycles and never gets close. He’s a decent enough guy. We’ve done speaking events together and I’ve talked to him, but he just can’t seem to get a campaign staff behind him that’s worth a damn.

When we got to the house, Alix went inside with Layla while I helped Dad park the car. “You really don’t mind running Alix over to her house to get her car and everything?” Dad asked, surprised. “I mean, I trust you with the Jag, but I would have been happy taking Alix over myself.”

“It’s no problem, Dad. I’ve gotten used to it over the past few weeks,” I said honestly. “And you’re right in what you said before, she’s an amazing person, with the fact that she wants to go to college, giving up the modeling money for a while, and most of all, how hard she’s worked since getting to Portland.”

Dad gave me a look then, like he saw something in my face, and he shut the garage door. “Son, are you okay with Alix living with you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? Like I said, she’s done a great job since coming to Portland.”

Dad nodded and glanced at the door to the house. “Yes, but you’re talking less like the tolerant yet frustrated stepbrother I’ve come to know for the past five years, and more like someone who has a crush on Alix. I don’t want to cross lines, but are you okay, Kade?”

I stepped back and nodded. “I’m fine. Alix is just a remarkable young woman, you’ve said it yourself.”

Dad’s eyes narrowed, but he nodded before tossing me the keys. “Okay. Just be careful, Kade. You know what that sort of scandal could do to your career.”

“And yours?” I asked, instantly regretting it. “Sorry, Dad.”

Dad shook his head and came around, patting me on the shoulder. “Son, I’m sorry.”

Alix came out of the house, a huge grin on her face. “Hey guys, guess what?”

“What?” I asked at the same time as Dad.

“I’ve maybe already got a buyer for my car!” she said. “You know that other model I’ve worked with, Karla?”

“The Australian girl,” I said, thinking back to the voice I’d heard over the phone. “Yes, I remember her.”

“Well, she just called me when I told her I was coming into town, and she said she would love to talk to me about getting my car! It seems she wants to relocate to the Los Angeles area more permanently, and she is tired of renting cars and using mass transit. So, while she already has an apartment lined up, she wants to come by and give my car a test drive.”

“Great news, honey,” Dad said. “Just make sure she’s willing to sign papers on it. You don’t want a headache with the bank or your insurance company over it.”

“Don’t worry, Kade’s a lawyer, I’m sure he’ll be willing to make sure we get it all done right,” Alix said. “Won’t you, Kade?”

“Okay, just as long as we’re back by four. If she shows up at three thirty wanting a test drive, it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

“Oh no, she’s heading to my place now,” Alix said. “I just got off the phone with her, she wants to meet us there at two or so.”

“No time to waste then,” I said, going to the Jaguar. “Come on, we’ll beat her there if we leave now. Thanks again for the car, Dad.”

“No problem. Say hello to your friend for me, Alix.”

M
y house was still just
as quiet as it had been the last time I’d been there, what seemed like ages ago. My car, which Kade had arranged to be towed from Sydney’s apartment and then detailed, sat outside gleaming like it was fresh off the lot. “It looks good,” I said, running my hand over the hood. “Come on, let’s go inside. The milk should be shot, but I’m pretty sure there’s something in there to drink.”

There was a definite funk to the fridge when I opened it of spoiled milk and a package of chicken that I’d been saving, but other than that the house was in decent shape, needing only an airing out. I popped open the window above the sink, letting in the outside air, and turned on the fan in the dining area. “The real estate company is coming by tomorrow. They’ll bring in cleaners, but still, I’d rather that Karla not come in to a nasty ass milk smell,” I said.

“What time is it?” Kade asked, glancing up at my kitchen clock. “Oh, we’ve still got an hour and a half. I didn’t expect to get here so quickly.”

“We got lucky with traffic,” I replied.

Turning around, I went over to Kade, wrapping my arms around him. “Kade, what’s wrong? Since getting in the car to come over here, you’ve been more tense than normal, a bit quiet. Did I do something to upset you?”

Kade shook his head. “No, Princess. Just . . . Dad said I was acting less like a frustrated stepbrother and more like someone with a crush on you since we landed, and I’ve been worried.”

“About giving our secret away?” I asked, grinning. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him on the nose. “Well, I hate to tell you, Kade Prescott, but you are much more than just a man with a crush. You are one hundred percent, guaranteed in love with me, and I just happen to reciprocate. That your father, who knows you better than anyone in the world, thinks you’re acting differently is going to be expected. We just have to make sure that we don’t do anything stupid in front of him.”

“Oh?” Kade asked, smirking down at me. “Like kissing me on the nose in front of him? Or maybe I should lock you up like we did three nights ago?”

“You know, I never did thank you properly for that,” I said, pushing Kade backward. “You know, we’ve got time on our hands, and privacy that we won’t have for the rest of the weekend, so . . . ”

“So you think this is the time to thank me?” Kade laughed, then grinned. He reached down and picked me up in his arms, kissing me fiercely. “I love it. But, one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“None of the role play,” he said. “I just want to make love to you.”

Carrying me out of the kitchen, he took me into my mostly empty living room. I didn’t have a coffee table, preferring the open feel of the space to a cluttered look, so he set me down on my back in the middle of the carpet, kneeling over me. “Someday . . . ” Kade whispered, then he reached for his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. “Someday.”

“Someday what?” I asked, grinning and pulling at my own t-shirt.

Kade licked his lips and swallowed a lump in his throat, then shook his head again. “Fuck it, might as well say it. Someday, Alix Nova, I’m going to marry you.”

I grinned and finished pulling my t-shirt off, leaving me in just my bra. “If that’s a proposal, I accept. If not, then I’ll accept in the future, because damn right, I’m going to marry you too, somehow.”

Our desires in the open, Kade grinned, leaning down and capturing my mouth in a searing, passionate kiss. We knew that getting married would probably be impossible, but we didn’t care. Like the old saying goes, it’s the thought that counts, right?

Kade kissed his way down my neck to the edge of my bra, taking a moment to raise his head and look me in the eye. “Alix Nova, will you marry me?” he asked, grinning. “Even if it’s never filed with a court, even if we’re the only people who ever know, will you be my wife?”

“Only if I can still be your Princess,” I said, running my hand through his dark hair. “And as long as I get something I can wear somewhere that I can use as a wedding ring.”

“Deal,” Kade replied. He sat up and reached for the front clasp of my bra, and I was glad I’d chosen that particular set that day. One of the sets I’d gotten at Victoria’s Secret, the satiny cups fell easily to the side once Kade worked the catch, leaving me naked from the waist up in front of him. “I’m a lucky man.”

Kade lowered his head, kissing me again while our hands entwined, fingers wrapping around each other. My breasts pressed against his chest, our nipples actually brushing against each other as we let our tongues explore. Despite kissing and making love nearly every night since going to Portland, I was in no way tired of feeling Kade’s lips on my skin.

Working his way down my body, Kade found my right nipple and sucked it into his mouth, his sensitive lips teasing my already aroused skin to nearly diamond hardness. Sucking and licking, warm waves of arousal coursed through my body, my skin on fire from his caresses. Letting go of my hands, he reached down, pulling on the waistband of my shorts to pull them down my legs.

“Kade . . . ” I moaned as his strong hands found my ass and massaged it, his lips still tasting and feasting on my breast. He lifted his head and growled lightly, hungry for more as he moved to my other nipple, my words cut off as his mouth sent more fireworks through me.

Working my legs, I kicked my shorts off. I was already wet and ready for him, and I could feel Kade’s cock pressed against my thigh through his shorts. I wanted to suck him, to feel him, to have him plunge inside me.

Instead, I was surprised when Kade stopped and sat up. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head and smiled. “Nothing,” he replied, reaching down to his own shorts. Seeing I’d kicked off mine while still somehow leaving my shoes on, he chuckled. “Glad we both went with casual stretchy fabric today. But I had an idea.”

“Oh? I live to try your ideas,” I replied, running my hands over his arms, tracing the light outline of the blood vessels underneath his skin. He was so fit I could see them lined against his biceps and his forearms, especially when he was aroused and his heart was beating fast. “What do you have in mind?”

“You on top” he said, rolling off of me and getting onto his back. “I know I’m usually the one in the dominant position, but you can do whatever you want.”

I looked at Kade, my heart swelling with emotion as he put himself in an ostensibly inferior position to me. His magnificent cock pointed straight in the air, and in his eyes I could see the worry he had, as he was giving up so much that made him secure. Smiling reassuringly at him, I rolled to my side and kissed his shoulder before reaching down and taking his cock in my hand. “Kade, I know why you want to be dominant,” I said, looking into his dark eyes. “And I understand it, too. I saw it when we would go to the gym. There’s a lot of anger and rage inside you, and you fight every day to control it. But with me, you don’t have to hold back.”

I stroked him lightly, pumping his cock in my hand. Kade’s eyes glittered as my words sunk in. “I’m always going to accept you as who you are, and love you for who you are,” I continued. I felt a drop of slick, sweet precum dribble over my fingers and I smiled more, letting it lubricate my hand. “I’ll always be your sub, and you my Lord and Master. Even now, as I mount you, I do it because you want me to.”

The reassuring words lessened the fear in his eyes, and he smiled at me. “You know me better than I know myself, I think,” he said before his eyes fluttered and he groaned lightly. “How?”

“Because we’ve both been hurt in the past.”

It was true, even if it was half-baked psychology. Kade’s need to dominate was predicated from his mother leaving him, while my submissiveness was from the way my father left me. Let the psychologists worry if we were twisted, I really didn’t care. What I knew was that Kade filled the hole in my soul, and I filled the hole in his. The rest didn’t matter.

What did matter was the thick, pulsing cock in my left hand and the man next to me, and the ache of need inside me. I worked my way down until Kade’s cock was just below my chin level, looking up at him. “You’ve never given me the opportunity to do this before,” I said, smiling. “And I understand why. If I do what I want to do like this, you aren’t in control. But you’re too noble and kind to do it the other way, which would have you forcing yourself into my mouth. So I’m going to use this chance to do something I’ve been wanting to do.”

I reached out with my tongue, and starting with the bottom of Kade’s cock near where his balls met his shaft, licked him slowly, spreading my tongue out to bathe his cock. His skin was even smoother than I thought, silky soft wrapped around warm steel. When I got to the tip I narrowed my tongue and licked around his blunt, spongy cockhead before working my tongue over his slit. Kade groaned and threw his head back, a thick moan coming from deep in his throat. “You like?”

“Hell yes,” Kade half moaned, half whispered.

I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked, sliding down his long shaft until I could take no more. The feeling of him in my mouth made me even wetter, and I reached between my legs with my free hand to rub myself while I sucked him up and down. Kade’s cock continued to ooze delicious, sweet precum that I licked from him like it was honeyed syrup, relishing each taste.

I slipped a finger inside my wet folds, timing it with the bobbing of my head so that each slow suck and withdraw was mirrored by my finger. I was depending on Kade’s control, knowing that he wouldn’t want to come until he could be inside me. Keeping my lips and mouth wrapped around my man’s wonderful cock, I looked up at him, watching him closely to make sure he was still enjoying himself.

“I love you, Alix,” Kade whispered, brushing my hair out of my face so he could watch his cock disappear into my mouth before I pulled it out again, my tongue playing with the sensitive spot just underneath the head where it was super pleasurable for him. When that started to be too much, I crawled up higher, until his cock was just below me.

“I love you too, Kade,” I said, sinking down onto his cock. It was so different and yet so familiar at the same time. I mean, I’d had Kade inside me so much over the past three weeks, but this time I was in total control, Kade keeping himself totally still as I sank slowly down onto his cock. It was powerful and humbling at the same time, knowing that I was in control but that I needed this man, and yes, his cock more than I needed food or air.

Rising up, I paused again at the top, keeping just the head of his cock inside me. I leaned over, letting my breasts dangle into his face as I sank down again, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. Bracing myself on my hands, I lifted up and down, riding Kade’s wonderful cock and losing myself in the pleasure.

I looked down at Kade’s handsome face, so controlled and still so passionate as I slid up and down, filling my body over and over, feasting on the pleasure it gave me. Energy coursed from him through my body, my heart speeding up as I plunged myself over and over onto him, taking what I wanted from this wonderful man.

As I did, I looked at Kade, and I realized what I really wanted. Laying fully on top of him, I felt him wrap his arms around my back and hold me tight, his cock still deep inside me. I rolled to the side, Kade staying with me until I was on my back, Kade fully on top of me. Grinning, I kissed him hotly and laid my head back. “This is what I want.”

Kade smiled and kissed me again, sitting back and moving his hips. Pushing my legs back, he soon had my ankles next to my ears (thank God for yoga!) and was hammering into me, both of us gasping. I felt my orgasm building within me, but I held it back, wanting to feel him inside just a little longer.

Kade thrust in and out of me, his hips slapping hard against my ass, and the entire world shrank down to a tight little ball of just the two of us. My hands clawed at his back, digging into the hard muscles as I lost my control, giving myself over to the lustful animal inside me. “Fuck me, Kade,” I begged. “Fuck me hard.”

Kade’s eyes crinkled in delight as I begged him to take me, to give me everything he had, and he responded with more power and speed than I’d ever felt before. His cock pounded into me with nearly bruising force, filling me over and over again with his powerful strokes. I tossed my head back and cried out, my body clenching around him and my legs wrapping around his back to pull him in deeper. Kade wouldn’t be denied though, his hips thrusting over and over until I could hold back no longer. Screaming, my body exploded in a powerful orgasm, the rush leaving nothing but the sound of blood rushing in my ears as Kade thrust a half dozen more times before emptying himself into me, his own groan mixing into a guttural roar of satisfaction.

We laid there for a minute before I heard the clock in my kitchen chime the hour, and I rolled to the side, groaning. “Damn, I want to stay here longer, but we need to get cleaned up and dressed. Karla’s going to be here in just a few minutes.”

Kade nodded and rolled off. “You know, Alix, I was serious. I want you to be my wife.”

“Oh, that’s just fucking perfect,” a chilling voice said from the entryway. Kade and I both jerked our heads up to see Sydney Hale standing there, a miniature camcorder in his hand and a wicked grin on his face. “Seriously, that is just fucking perfect.”