Read Good Stepbrother (Love #2) Online
Authors: Scarlett Jade,Intuition Author Services
Cocky prick!
Straddling his lap, I impaled myself on him. I was soaked and he slipped deep inside me. My head fell back and I fought the urge to moan loudly. He filled me completely and I had missed it, desperately. “Shut up, asshole,” I growled instead.
Rocking up and down, I took the lead, guiding myself to the perfect orgasm. It didn’t take me long and I soaked his lap with my juices. He grabbed me and rolled, but he rolled too far, and we collapsed on the floor in a tangle of limbs, me still on top. “Oh, so this is what you want?” I crowed. “Fine.”
“No, this is what I want.” He flipped me again and drilled deep into me. Grabbing my legs, he pulled them over his shoulders and fucked me mercilessly. I loved every stroke. I needed them. The head of his dick slid against my g-spot and I came again and again as he took me. With a shudder, he came and my legs slid off his shoulders as he whispered, “Well, that was…”
“Great. I will regret it tomorrow, though,” I chuckled.
He stiffened and I realized I’d offended him. “Why?”
“Because I’ll be really sore. Post-exertional malaise. I’ll be tired. I don’t regret it, though.”
He withdrew and looked at me in horror. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think…”
“I don’t want you to think about me being ‘sick.’ I want you to think about what you just did. That’s how I want you to see me. Your partner. Giving and taking and loving and making love. Don’t apologize.” Cupping his cheek, I smiled.
He kissed my palm. “Okay. I like the sound of partners.”
“Me too. It’s obvious neither of us can live without each other. The sex is just too good…and you bring me calm.”
“You shake me up.”
“It’s scary for us both. I get that…but I don’t want to do this anymore. I need you to support me.”
He blew out a slow breath. “Just don’t run away again. I can’t…lose you again.”
“Do you honestly think I’d be that stupid? I can’t let you make love like that to another girl. My God! If we let that secret get out even nuns will be dropping their panties for you!”
“I don’t think I could even make love to someone else if I wanted to.” Using his index finger, he stroked my cheek and kissed my mouth. “I love you.”
“I know. I love you too. Now get off me. Charlie will be home soon.”
Just like that, we were good again. But that’s how we’d always been, he and I. I just hoped forever could bring us that kind of happiness. God knows I was ready for it.
Chapter Seventeen
He surprised me a couple weeks later with a slot at Jacoby Jones. Kirby and I would have a whole hour on to jam and sing our songs.
“Are you mad?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “Kirby has known for a while…I just wanted to surprise you. You go on in two hours.”
“Two hours?” I shrieked, jumping off his bed. “I have to get ready. They aren’t expecting Bri Harper, are they? I hope not. Because none of my music is like that anymore.” I paced the floor naked, running my hands through my hair. “I can’t believe you just sprang this on me!”
“You’re unhappy?” Carter frowned. “I thought you’d be psyched I’m supporting you…”
“I am happy that you’re supporting me. However, I might kill you because you sprang this on me last minute. I have to do my hair and makeup and find some clothes to wear. Oh my God what songs will we sing?”
Carter pulled me into his arms and kissed me soundly. Every worry I had melted away and my knees quivered. He had that effect on me and it drove me insane. Easing back, he grinned. “Breathe. It will be great. I’ll leave you to get ready.”
I watched him get dressed and he darted downstairs to his office. I was frozen in place. I had never gotten ready for a show alone. I knew it was just a small bar in the middle of nowhere, but this was the first time I was singing music I’d written and that I truly loved. It was not what people would be expecting, and that really worried me.
What if they hated what I sang, or booed me off stage? What would I do then? Slink back to my bedroom in Charlie’s house and cry?
Possibly.
Shaking the cobwebs from my head, I moved. In half an hour, I’d showered and blown my hair out. I was already exhausted, but I had to still get dressed and put my makeup on. Carter never came up to see me, and I was grateful. I needed the time to get my head in the game. This time was different, and I had a lot to prove. I had to make the world see that I was more than bubblegum pop and lip-syncing and slick dance moves. I was a serious artist and I loved to sing real music that came from the heart.
Looking through the clothes I’d brought with me to the garage, I found a fitted denim mini skirt and a pretty blue halter top that I’d always liked. Pairing that with my favorite strappy heels, I felt beautiful. In my purse I carried my makeup bag and I plopped down on the bed to cover my dark circles and make myself presentable. Opening a compact, I used it to see my reflection and make sure my eyeliner was straight. It was only slightly crooked, but I couldn’t help it, my hands shook too much to make it any better.
Carter called up the stairs, “Come on beautiful, we gotta go.”
My heart thumped painfully in my chest and I shoved my makeup into my bag. “Be right there,” I squeaked. Starting down the stairs, I had to grab the railing to keep my knees from going out from under me. Carter caught me up in his arms and carried me out of the garage.
“You look hot, woman,” he murmured in my ear as he slid me down his body so I could get in the car.
Blushing, I smiled. “Thank you. You look pretty hot yourself.”
“Maybe I’ll just take you back inside and show you how hot you make me…” he warned, and I giggled, opening the door and sliding into the seat.
“We can’t do that. Kirby’s waiting on us.”
“Damn him.” Carter groaned, closing my door and circling the car to get in his door. Starting the car, he pulled out onto the road.
I trembled in fear.
What am I gonna do if they hate me?
A plan brewed in my brain to get people on my side. They had to know I wasn’t the same person anymore. I had an idea and I hoped it would help. I hadn’t been the best person Marysville had to offer, but I wanted to be.
“It’s gonna be fine,” Carter assured me, squeezing my knee.
I tossed him a feeble smile. “I know.” We pulled into Jacoby Jones and I paled at the cars in the parking lot. It was completely full. “Is it always this busy?”
His lips twitched, like he was trying not to smile. “Not always.” He stepped out of the car and raised his arm. “Kirbs!”
Kirby lumbered across the parking lot, resplendent in a hot pink polo shirt. Mindy sashayed along with him. She looked great, she’d lost most of the baby weight and her wrap dress really flattered her figure. “My main man!” Kirby called, slapping Carter on the back. I opened my door and stepped out. Mindy hugged me.
“Hey girl, are you ready?” she asked excitedly.
Swallowing the bile rising in my throat, I nodded. “Sure.”
Not really, can I run away?
“Let’s do this, babe!” Kirby crowed, throwing his arm around my shoulder. I nearly fell down under the weight of the beefy appendage.
They ushered me inside and I nearly spewed as the crowd went wild as soon as they saw me.
A voice came over the loudspeaker. The woman cooed, “Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest. Marysville’s own Bri Harper and Kirby Lowell. It’s an unplugged jam session, just for Jacoby Jones patrons.”
The cheers were deafening. Kirby pulled me up on stage and I sat down awkwardly on a stool. Blushing, I smiled out at the crowd. I could barely breathe. Straightening the mic, I said, “Thanks for having me here tonight. First things first. I am making a donation to the Marysville school system in the amount of one million dollars for their music department. I want any kids in our community with a dream to have a chance to learn to play an instrument.” I paused as the crowd cheered and screamed my name. Flushing hotter, I continued. “I’m also going to invest in our police and fire department. They are our first responders. I’ll be donating five hundred thousand dollars to each of them. All of you know I lost my mom in a car accident five years ago. Without them, I know I wouldn’t be here.” After the crowd died down again, I cleared my throat and blinked back tears, “Let’s make some music, yeah? Kirby?”
“Let’s do this,” he whispered softly. “Wildfire?”
Nodding, I waited for him to lead me into the song. Opening my mouth, I sang my heart out. My eyes slid closed as I sang about the man I loved more than the air I breathed.
“Give me freedom and give me home,
hold me close and let me go,
tie me up and let me loose,
remove your hands, they’re not my noose
love me, leave me, cut me deep
you’re not the only one losing sleep
all I wanted was you
all I needed was you
but you’re just a wildfire burning it down
Chase me out say I’m running away
Don’t even give me the time of day
Scream my name and cuss me out
this ain’t what love’s all about
Romance novels don’t tell the story
they just give the sweet stuff all the glory
He’s too damn scared to hold me near
still just a little boy full of fear
all I wanted was you
all I needed was you
but you’re just a wildfire burning it down
You’re driving me crazy
I’m waiting for you to run away
Holding on for the sky to fall some day
You can’t build a home on shaky ground
You’re twisting me up and turning me around
you’re tearing me up and I’m letting you drown
You’re the fire to my earth and I can’t get enough
I love when you call my name and tell me you want it rough
Desire sparking between us and we burn up the bed
maybe we should quit while we’re ahead
You’re just a wildfire burning it down…
Oooh, just a wildfire burning it down…”
Halfway through the song, he joined me, his husky vocals blending perfectly with mine. The song came to a close and the crowd went wild. Carter kissed me in front of everyone and I blushed hot as he cried, “This right here, ladies and gentlemen, is my little wildfire. Now if you’ll excuse me?”
He swept me into his arms and hauled me out of the bar on his shoulder. I still had a set to do. Apparently Carter had other things on his mind. “I can’t believe you just did that!” I spluttered.
“I feel the need to hear you scream my name, baby. You were so damn sexy up there tonight.” He almost shoved me inside the car, and I couldn’t stop giggling as he slid behind the wheel and started the car. “I need you,” he groaned.
Snorting, I tossed my head. “You have me, but I do hope any further gigs won’t involve you carrying me out of the bar caveman style to fuck me.”
“I make no promises.”
“Well then, maybe we should get a car with a back seat…”
“No, I’ll just take you home and make love to you all night, in our bed.”
“That sounds fun too…but we really missed out on car sex.”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Find somewhere to pull over.”
Turning down a side road, he pulled over on the shoulder and parked the car. “How are we doing this?”
“Recline the seat a little and unbutton your pants. I’ll do all the work. I knew I didn’t wear panties tonight for some reason...”
He groaned and slid his seat back before unbuttoning his pants and shifting them down his legs. He was already hard for me. “You’re evil,” he whispered.
“And you love it.” Crawling across the car, I straddled his lap. “Look at that…just enough room,” I murmured before kissing him.
His hands made it under my skirt and before long, he toyed with my heat. I was close already, and the thrill of possibly being caught had me leaned back against the steering wheel and rocking over his fingers. “Don’t stop,” I moaned.
“Never, baby,” he promised.
I came hard and fast and before I could catch my breath, he pushed me down on his dick. Our lovemaking was hot and fast, rough and perfect. We came again within seconds. I slumped on his lap and he chuckled as he kissed my shoulder.
“I’ll never get tired of that.”
“Good thing,” Giggling, I rolled off his lap and straightened my skirt. “I want you when we get home.”
“Insatiable.”
“Only for you.”
***
Later that night after another explosive lovemaking session, we lay curled together. Moonlight filtered between the blinds on the window and gilded his beautiful face. He slept softly, and I watched him. My heart ached. I loved him, more than I’d ever loved anyone, and I finally felt like we would be okay. I didn’t know if my career would ever amount to much, but I believed firmly I was where I was supposed to be. It had been a long, long journey to home.
I was home. My heart had a place to settle into, and it felt right. I never wanted to go back to being emotionless. Sex with Carter was beyond just two bodies coming together as sex had been my whole life. With him, it was truly making love. We connected on a deeper plane and in those moments, we ceased to be two souls, but became one.
I wasn’t sure how I’d gotten lucky enough for him to forgive me and still love me after I’d been so evil to him growing up, but I was grateful. Everyone had welcomed me back with open arms, no questions asked, even though I’d been a terrible person.
I wasn’t that girl anymore. I wasn’t Carter’s evil stepsister. I was the woman he loved. He was the man I loved. We would work everything else out. Snuggling into his arms, I closed my eyes and dreamed of a future with him. I saw a white picket fence and blonde babies with hazel eyes. I saw us getting married and fighting and making up. I saw forever.
He saw my humanity and my beauty even in my darkest moments. He loved me. He was my shelter, and he was my home. Our love wasn’t garden variety, it wasn’t simple. It was deep and as limitless as the ocean, as wild and hot as a wildfire, and as steady as a summer breeze. It was all that and more. It was perfect.
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