Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance (10 page)

“
W
hy isn’t
it on the news yet?” Carly demanded, pacing back in forth in front of me in her small living room. “Shouldn’t it be on by now?”

I hardly heard her, my eyes fixed her body. She was even hotter than normal when she got antsy. When she started pacing, my eyes were glued to her hips, watching her every move.

She moved with a fluid, sensual grace that took my breath away. The bad thing was that I don’t even think she noticed what a turn on her strut was.

“Mason,” Carly hissed, stopping to plant her hands on her hips.

I tore my eyes from her body and guiltily looked away. “What?”

She scowled. “Are you listening to me?”

I brought my gaze on her face, studying her beauty. Her petulant scowl, her sensual, yet pouty lips. She was almost too beautiful for words.

It was hard to imagine that I came so close to losing her today. When I thought about that fucker’s hands on her body, my blood boiled with rage. He deserved every damn punch I gave him.

When I joined Anonymous, I’d joined it because the principles that they purported to believe in; to expose the rampant and growing corruption in Government and Corporate America. Not everything was on the up-and-up in how they got information, but blackmailing Politicians wasn’t on the list of by-laws.

Lately, they’d become blinded by their power, hacking into government and corporate systems gathering dirt. But instead of exposing it, they’d gotten greedy. I’d ignored it for as long as I could, but now I was caught in the middle.

I’d been thinking about getting out, but I had nowhere and no one to turn to. My old life was a distant memory, and I’d burned bridges disappearing the way that I did. After this whole shit storm was over, I’d have no choice, and I would need something, or someone, to dedicate my life to. And I knew just the girl.

The one I always loved.

The sudden realization unsettled me deeply.

“Helloooo?” Carly demanded, snapping me out of my reverie, waving her hands in front of my eyes. “Earth to Mason?”

I shook my head to clear away my muddled thoughts and emotions and grinned at her, not letting her on to my inner turmoil. I loved it so much when she was irritated. She was at her sexiest then.

“Relax, Carly,” I said, rubbing at my shoulder. It felt sore from where the bastard had gotten in a lucky punch. “Give it some time. I sent it to every major news outlet. They’re probably still gawking at the footage, trying to verify it.”

She glanced over at her laptop. “What if we just log in to make sure —”

“Absolutely not,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s too risky now — just sit tight and be patient.”

Carly bit her lower lip and looked worried. “All right,” she said resignedly. “Fine. I’m just a little anxious.”

You think?

She walked over to the couch and sat down right next to me, crossing her legs. I tried not to, but my eyes drifted down. Her legs looked so smooth, so creamy. I wanted to reach down and touch them, caress them, and run my hands up her skirt . . .

Blood rushed between my legs, and suddenly the room felt stifling hot. I adjusted the collar of my hoodie, feeling like I was going to burn up and sweat began beading at my temples.

Carly seemed to notice my agitation, placing a concerned hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” Her soft voice was like honey in my ear.

That did it, even her slightest touch. I jumped up from the couch. “I’ve got to take a shower,” I said hoarsely. I didn’t bother hiding my wood, there was no point. Besides, I wasn’t ashamed. I was proud that I was gifted and wasn’t afraid to flaunt it. Might as well make her feel uneasy right along with me.

“Why now?” she asked, seemingly unaware of the problem she’d just caused. “We’re supposed to be waiting for the news to break the story.”

I stabbed a finger against my hoodie. “I’ve got blood all over me, and it’s probably soaked through to my shirt. I don’t want to sit around with that fucker’s blood on me or wind up getting something smeared on your furniture.”

Carly waved away my concern. “Please, this shit? I could go get nicer stuff off the side of the road somewhere.” Her eyes drifted down to my blood-splattered sweater and they widened as if noticing the droplets for the first time, down to my crotch and then quickly back up to my face, her cheeks turning a rosy red. “Jesus. I can’t believe we drove all that way and I didn’t even notice your clothes are a mess.” Her words came out really fast, as if she was trying to hide the fact that she’d just looked at my crotch.

I grinned at her, amused by her embarrassment. “You were in a state of fear, that’s why.”

Carly’s cheeks were crimson and she looked like she was trying to will herself from looking back down again. “You’re probably right. Look, leave your shirt and sweater outside the bathroom. I’ll take them and try to scrub the blood out as best I can.”

When she saw the question in my eyes, she added sheeply, “No washer or dryer here yet. I just hand-wash a time or two until I need to go to a laundromat. ”

“Gotcha.” My eyes drifted back down to those smooth legs of hers and I noted the way her skirt was riding up her thigh. I could only imagine the treat that waited underneath . . .

“The towels are in the cabinet to your right once you step inside of the bathroom,” she said. Her eyes seemed to lose the battle and they darted to my bulge, which was stretched painfully against my jeans, and then averted quickly again.

I knew I could have her right then and there. She was right in front of me, wide-eyed and ripe for the taking. There was nothing stopping me from finally indulging in what I’d wanted to have for so long.

I could see the desire in her eyes. She’d succumb to my will as easily as all the rest. I could take her and give her a fucking she’d never forget.

And I almost did it. I almost reached out and pulled her into my arms.

“Mason?” Carly was staring at me strangely. I looked down. My hand was half outstretched.

My conscience was telling me it wasn’t the time — that patience is a virtue. The other part of me, the side that would almost always prevail, told me to take her and fuck that sweet innocence out of her. But not this time. Not
yet
.

I jerked my hand back. “Huh?”

Carly gulped. I could tell it was a struggle for her to keep her eyes on my face. “You okay?”

“Where’d you say the towels were again?”

“In the bathroom and to the cabinet to your right.”

“Thanks,” I croaked. My dick felt like it was going to burst out of my jeans, but I resisted, and I’d never let Carly know the power she had over me.

Carly nodded her head, carefully keeping her eyes trained on my face, her cheeks still flaming. “Mmmhmm.”

A
frosty blast
of water hit me, plastering my hair into my eyes. I let the cold water splash against my chest and pour down my stomach. I turned sideways for a moment, and then turned my back to the water, letting it roll down my back and off of my chiseled ass.

I was trying to let the water hit my body from every angle, hoping to cool the fires of lust that burned inside of me.

I thought a cold shower was supposed to kill an erection
, I thought.
Maybe I just need to give it time . . .

I continued to let the cool water do its thing, but nope. Still hard as a fucking rock. The fire inside me required one thing and one thing only.

Images of Carly’s smooth creamy legs flashed in front of my eyes, making my cock throb.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “This isn’t going to work.”

I slid a hand down my slippery wet abs, and grabbed a hold of my throbbing cock. Gripping my shaft tightly, I slowly starting pumping to images of Carly bent over in front of me, waiting to be pummeled.

“Carly,” I moaned, thinking about spreading her tight hole.

I thrust my hips forward with each stroke, sounds of Carly moaning in my mind drawing me ever so close.

Faster and faster I went, until a blazing fire was lit inside me. My breathing quickened and I could feel my cock grow impossibly hard within my grasp, right when I heard the sound of Carly’s voice from outside the bathroom.

“
F
ocus
,” I muttered, trying desperately to push the image of Mason’s giant bulge out of my mind but failing.

I always heard that Mason was packing, and he definitely wasn’t afraid to say it, but I hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing it myself. But it was plainly obvious that he was carrying around a monster!

What was going on in that head of his? It wasn’t like I’d done anything special to turn him on. And hell, after the wild events of the day, I looked a hot mess.

But what if he did get hard because of me?
I wondered.
And what if he’s in the shower, relieving himself while thinking about me?

Goosebumps arose on my skin at the titillating thoughts and my pulse quickened. A dizzying array of images flashed through my mind, causing moistness to gather between my thighs and my nipples to harden beneath my bra.

I clenched my hands into fists and fought to drive the thoughts away. Now wasn’t the time — I needed to focus on something else.

I glanced at my laptop. Mason told me not to even touch it, but what harm would it do if I logged on for just a second?

Setting down the remote, I jumped up from the couch and walked over to my laptop. I lifted the screen and was just about to log in when I froze, suddenly remembering the cold blade that had been pressed against my side hours earlier.

Remember what happened last time when I didn’t believe him? I almost ended up dead.

I stepped away and walked to the bathroom. I needed something to do to stop my mind from racing. Besides, there was nothing that could kill my libido faster than washing away dried blood.

At the bathroom door, I looked around. I didn’t see Mason’s hoodie and shirt anywhere. I pressed my ear to the door and inside I could hear the sound of running water — Mason was still cleaning himself.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing pulse. “Mason,” I called out tentatively.

His voice was muffled and was hard to understand but I could just make out his response. “Yeah?”

“Where are your clothes? I thought I told you to leave them outside the bathroom so I could wash them for you.”

“Shit. I forgot. They’re in here with me.”

“Okay. I’ll just get them when you get out.” I turned away to go back in the living room.

“Just step in and get them. They’re on the floor.”

I hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. It’s not like you will see anything and I’m almost done. And even if you do, I’m sure you’ll like it.”

I have no doubt.

I placed my fingers on the door, opening it and stepping inside.

Just don’t look,
I told myself.

I expected a blast of steam to hit me, but there was nothing. There wasn’t an ounce of steam in the room.

Was Mason taking a cold shower?

And, of course, I
had
to look.

The shower door was made of glass and it would’ve been steamed up had Mason been taking a hot shower, but since he wasn’t, I could see enough. There he was in all his glory, his body sculpted as if he were a god, with the water cascading down around him.

My breath caught in my throat, and he looked up just as I stepped in. I couldn’t quite tell through the glass, but I swear I could see the corners of his lips curled into a cocky, challenging grin.

I quickly looked away, my heart pounding like a battering ram.

“I didn’t see anything!” I blurted quickly.

I heard him chuckle. “You sure about that? Looked like you got an eye full to me. I’m in the shower but I bet you’re wetter than I am.”

“You’re an asshole! I’m J-Just grabbing your clothes,” I stuttered. Keeping my head turned, I knelt down on the floor and felt around blindly until I grabbed what felt like his stuff.

“Got ‘em!” I squeaked. Not waiting for a response, I rushed from the room, my cheeks on fire.

H
oly fuck
. I was so close too.

I swear she was torturing me, not letting me get a release. But the look on her face when she fled the bathroom had been pure gold.

The look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. I bet she was out there right now, soaking wet and praying that I’d come out and show her what Razor could do in the sack. Considering she just ruined my orgasm, I might just do it.

I
t was bigger
than I thought it’d be. So thick and long, I was practically salivating and down below I could feel the moistness gathering between my thighs once again.

The asshole was right.

Then I remembered how he looked at me with that cocky grin and I froze in the middle of the hallway as sudden realization washed over me.

The bastard wanted me to see him naked! Was he trying to seduce me?

Or torment me.

I rushed to the kitchen with his clothes, and quickly located some detergent and turned on the faucet. I dumped his hoodie into the sink first and started scrubbing at it fiercely, trying to focus on the task at hand to get him out of my head.

I won’t think about his big fat dick,
I repeated over and over inside my head while I scrubbed his sweater.

The problem with this mantra was that I was still thinking about his
big fat dick
as I was saying the words over and over.

The sound of wood creaked, causing me to look up from my psycho scrubbing. My breath caught in my throat and my heart skipped a beat. Again.

He was standing in the hallway, his hair wet with a white towel wrapped precariously around his waist, his perfectly etched abs and rippling torso on display. My eyes trailed down, and I could see the imprint of his cock pressed against the towel.

“Why are you only wearing a towel?” I demanded. It sounded like an accusation. Like I was fucking pissed at him for doing it. And I guess I was to a degree, because it made me want to go drop to my knees in front of him.