Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance (13 page)

He raised his arms and I eagerly helped him pull his shirt and hoodie over his head, tossing them onto the kitchen floor. I marveled again at his torso, running my fingers across his abs, feeling the hard lines.

It was something I’d wanted to do for so long, and now that the time had finally come, I never wanted this moment to end. Mason was sex on two legs, and I savored the moment, knowing that he was finally all mine.

He started fumbling with the button of his jeans, preparing to release the monster that was held inside, when I reached out to stop him, grabbing the firm, huge bulge in his pants.

“No. Let me,” I said huskily, messaging his cock through the fabric of his jeans. It felt powerful. Huge and throbbing.

I wanted to taste him, to feel him shove himself down my throat. After all, he had given me more pleasure than I could imagine. It was my turn to return the favor.

He firmly pushed my hand away. “No. This is about you, not me. That’ll come later.” The promise of more burned in his eyes and a tremble went down my spine. Though I wanted to have his fat cock in my mouth, I wasn’t going to argue.

After how he’d practically made my entire body feel like Jell-O, what Mason wanted, Mason could have.

Before he slipped off his pants, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.

I quirked an eyebrow, though I was happy he was prepared. “Seriously?”

Mason’s mischievous grin brought out his dimples. “What? I’m never unprepared.”

I crossed my arms across my breast. “So you mean to tell me that you came to this cabin with the intention of fucking me?”

“Like I said, I’m always prepared. But I won’t lie, of course I wanted to fuck you, but I never thought it’d happen.”

I grinned, burning with the need to feel him inside of me. “It isn’t if you don’t hurry up and get those pants off!”

He didn’t need any further encouraging. His jeans dropped in about half a second, his big dick flopping out in front of me, throbbing and swollen with purpose.

His cock was so large that the condom only covered a little over half of his shaft.

“Looks like you should’ve got an extra large,” I remarked.

“I couldn’t. They didn’t have monster-size.”

“Oh shut up.”

“You know you like it.”

Of course I did, but I’d never be able to take all of that thing.

Amusement fled the moment as he moved in close, his eyes burning with anticipation.

Suddenly, I was very anxious.

I placed a hand against his chest, stopping him. “Wait.”

“Huh?” Mason asked, his breathing heavy, and his eyes hooded with desire.

I paused, glancing apprehensively at his big, condom-wrapped dick, wondering if I should say it. “I’ve never done this before.”

Mason’s chiseled features twisted with shock. “Oh come on, you’re just saying that because you think it’s what I want to hear.”

“I’m serious. I was saving myself for you, and well, after it seemed like you’d never come back, I never found anyone. Well actually I was close once in college, but we never . . .”

“I thought for sure you would have by now . . . who was he?

“Mason Keller, are you jealous?”

“Just curious.”

“No one of importance, just someone I dated for a short while. Nothing came of it.”

“So you saved yourself for me? After all this time and even with all the girls I’ve slept with?”

There was no use denying it. I nodded.

Mason kissed me on the lips. “Even though I don’t deserve it, you have no idea how happy that makes me.”

“It was worth the wait,” I murmured breathily, my chest heaving with anticipation of what was about to take place.

“I’ll be gentle,” Mason promised.

That still didn’t prepare me for when he entered.

He pressed into me, his big head pushing its way inside of me and I let out a gasp. He felt huge.

“You alright?” he asked softly.

“I think so,” I replied shakily. “Just need time . . . to adjust.”

He was only barely inside and he gently pressed against me, pushing, until I’d taken about half of his shaft.

“Damn,” he said with awe, his voice strained. He made a face. “So tight.”

I was so aroused that by now, the pain was starting to mix with pleasure, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, my thighs trembling. I felt completely full.

I scrunched my face, gasping as he gently thrust in and out slowly. I was starting to get more and more used to his size, and the pain had completely given way to pleasure.

Sweat beaded our bodies, melding us together, and we locked lips into a deep kiss. Mason worked himself up into a slow, deep thrust that made my stomach clench like a giant fist.

The sound of smacking flesh filled the room as he swiveled his chiseled hips with expertise, leaving me breathless.

“A little faster,” I urged him in his ear, feeling that same fiery tempest in my stomach and wanting to release it. By now, I felt more relaxed and confident that I could handle more of him.

“You sure?”

I nodded.

Mason picked up speed, not going too fast, but harder, fuller, and deeper. I cried out each time he went deep, not in pain, but in pleasure, wanting more and more of him.

My stomach twisted into a tight knot, the sensation so powerful that I could hardly breathe.

“I’m about to come,” Mason croaked. His face and chest were covered with sweat and his eyes were hooded from pleasure.

His breathing was heavy, and he started to pick up speed, bringing us both to the brink, until . . .

A gasp escaped Mason’s lips when it hit.

And my world exploded into ecstasy.

“
I
can’t believe
that just happened,” I murmured lazily, tracing a finger up Mason’s broad chest.

We were lying naked in my bed after hours of exploring each other’s bodies. As if the hot sweaty sex on the counter wasn’t enough, we moved on to the couch, and finally to my bed, each time more exciting and promising than the last.

Now we were entwined in each other’s arms, exhausted by it all.

“They should call you Endurance instead of Razor,” I joked. “Do you ever tire out?”

Mason chuckled and squeezed me softly against him. “It was all you. You and that tight little pussy of yours.”

It was strange hearing Mason talk dirty to me, and I was sure it would take some getting use to, but I liked it. There had been sexual innuendo before, but it wasn’t quite the same. Maybe because now I knew he wasn’t just teasing me, but he was actually serious.

“So what are we going to do now?” I asked softly, nuzzling against his chest.

It didn’t matter if the whole world was after us. With Mason at my side, I felt like anything was possible.

I looked up from my reverie when I realized he hadn’t replied. “Mason?”

He side-eyed me. “Huh?”

“I said what are we going to do now?”

“Oh, I didn’t hear you. Well, we can’t stay here, that’s for sure. I think I’ll have my contact book us a hotel somewhere safe.”

“Shadow?” I guessed.

Mason nodded. “I haven’t talked to him since yesterday, but he’s been busy keeping someone off of our trail.”

I rose on my elbow and raised an eyebrow. “
Someone
?”

Something flashed across Mason’s eyes. “No one. Anonymous.”

When Mason saw my face crumple, he pulled me close and delivered a kiss to my forehead. “Don’t worry, baby, everything will work out.” It was the first time he’d call me that word and despite being upset with him, I loved hearing it roll off of his tongue. Even still, I hated how he was being secretive, like there was something he wasn’t telling me.

We laid there, and even despite the feeling that he wasn’t being completely honest, I felt more at home than I had in my entire life in his arms.

Finally, I broke the silence. “Mason, why’d you never tell me your true feelings,” I asked. “All of this could’ve avoided if you would have just spoke up.”

Mason wasn’t having it. “Don’t put all the blame on me. You have a mouth too. You could’ve just as easily told me.”

“Gee, ya think? But you’re supposed to be the ladies man.” I joked.

Mason laughed. “Better late than never, right? Besides, I did just give you the best dicking down you’ve ever had.”

I made a face. “It’s not like I have anything to compare it to. For all I know, you could be an amateur.”

“Oh yeah? Then you might want to consider a career in acting.” He raised his deep voice as high it would go, “Ohh yes, fuck me harder Mason!” His voice cracked liked a teenager on the last word and I had to laugh. “That ring any bells?”

“You sound absolutely terrible!” I laughed.

Mason winked at me.

“But, no really, I asked first.”

Mason’s expression turned serious. “Well, for one . . . I was scared.”

I snorted with disbelief. “You? Scared? Please. I’ve seen the way you are around girls — it annoyed me to no end, in fact. You’ll have to do better than that.”

“You’d be surprised,” Mason said quietly. “And second, I always thought you barely tolerated me, as in you liked being around me at first, but you seemed to get more and more bitchy.”

“Well, why wouldn’t I? You were always doing something that pissed me off,” I explained. “Besides teasing me, you were always bringing home girls. Some of it was a feigned attempt to not let you on to my feelings, but I was angry at that.”

“I’m sorry, Carly, but what was I supposed to do? You were my stepsister and I had no idea that there was any chance of us ever being together.”

“So you screw a bunch of chicks instead of just being honest? How does that logic work?”

“Even if we could’ve been together, our relationship wouldn’t have lasted sneaking behind our parent’s back. You know what would’ve happened the first time we got caught? They would’ve separated us, made us feel like we were disgusting human beings. We probably would’ve ended up hating each other.”

I thought about how much my mom already made me feel bad about a multitude of things in my life and found myself agreeing. “I guess I see what you’re saying.”

“Those other girls — they meant nothing to me,” he assured me, seeing me lost in thought. “Absolutely nothing. In fact, I always felt empty and disgusted afterward. It was like a void I could never fill.”

His words touched me even though I should’ve been annoyed.

“Yet you kept doing it?”

Mason pursed his lips. “I was hoping that I’d eventually find someone who would erase what I felt for you, someone who could fill that hole. I never did.” Mason squeezed my arm gently. “In a way, I think part of my rebellion against dad had to do with me not being able to have you, my subconscious at work.”

It amazed me to see the serious side of Mason when it came to expressing emotions. It was something I’d never seen him do. He always had some smart ass comment or joke to deflect.

“Well have you found someone now?” I asked, giving him a firm kiss on the lips.

“Now I have,” Mason affirmed, pulling me close and allowing me to nuzzle against his chest.

In that moment, I didn’t care who was after Mason. The only thing that mattered to me was that I was once again safe in his arms.

W
hat the hell
am I doing?

I stared at the gentle rise and fall of Carly’s shoulders as she lightly snored against my chest. She’d fallen asleep shortly after our discussion, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I was still in awe that we’d slept together. Even now, with her naked body pressed against mine, it was hard to believe.

Sex with her was everything I thought it would be. When I’d penetrated her virgin hole, it felt familiar, like I was home. Like I was finally where I was supposed to be.

The hole inside of me had been filled.

But now I had another problem — crushing guilt.

Not for sleeping with my stepsister. I didn’t give a rats ass about that anymore. I felt awful for the danger I’d put Carly in for my own selfish needs. On top of that, I’d taken her innocence and I wasn’t convinced we could have a future together. If it were any other girl, I wouldn’t give it a second thought.

I can’t stay here,
I thought.
Carly will never be safe with me.

Gently removing Carly’s arms from my chest, I slowly slipped out of bed. The floorboards creaked as I stepped on them and I froze, cringing.

Carly let out a small snort in her sleep and mumbled something unintelligible before rolling over.

I sighed with relief, hoping that I’d worn her out enough that she was in one of those deep sleeps. I stealthily continued, putting on my clothes and moving to the kitchen area. I grabbed a pen and scribbled out a note, instructions I wanted her to follow.

Outside, I mounted my bike and moved it manually down the gravel driveway, not wanting to start the motor anywhere near the cabin in case it might wake her up. If Carly confronted me, I’m not sure if I’d have the willpower to leave.

A heavy weight settled on my chest as I took one last look at the cabin. Fuck, I didn’t want to go — Carly would hate me. Shit, I hated myself.

But I would hate myself more if I took Carly with me and something happened to her.

At least I could take one last memory of Carly with me, the memory of being with Carly for her first time. And no matter where I ended up or what happened, no one could take that away from me.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered.

Walking the bike out to the road that led back to civilization, I hoped on, started the motor, and sped off into the night.

I
awoke with a start
, a dreamy smile on my face, and looked around. The room was completely dark, letting me know that it was nightfall. I felt the bed around me and was met with emptiness.

Mason was gone.

I must’ve fallen asleep,
I thought.
And Mason probably got bored and went into the living room to watch TV.

How he hadn’t fallen asleep right along with me, I had no idea. Having so much sex completely wiped me out, but then again, Mason had a lot of experience in that regard.

The memory of our steamy encounters filled me with desire and happiness.

And to think, I have that look forward to every day
, I thought giddily.

Still, I was worried that I was letting my elation of being with him blind me to the problems we faced.

Don’t worry about it
, I told myself, not wanting my doubts to ruin the mood.
I’m sure if we both work together, we’ll make it.

I rolled out of bed and stretched, yawning lazily. The first step toward the dresser to grab some clothes had me grabbing at my side.

Shit.

I was sore as hell.

Ignoring the discomfort, I walked over to the dresser and found my red silk negligee that I wore only when it was hot. I put it on, feeling the silky material rub against my flesh. I couldn’t wait to see Mason’s reaction to seeing me in it, though there would be no funny business, I was way too sore for another round.

Grinning, I waltzed into the living room, expecting to see Mason’s jaw drop when he saw me.

“Hey, bad boy—” my voice caught in my throat and I froze.

Mason was nowhere to be seen.

What the hell?
I wondered.
Where is he?

Worried, I checked the bathroom. He wasn’t there. I came back into the living room, running my fingers through my hair. I bit my lower lip and looked around. Maybe he was outside. I was about to step out when I noticed a piece of paper sitting on the kitchen table.

I walked over and picked it up, starting to feel a sickness in my stomach with each step.

“No,” I said, shaking my head in denial. “No! He couldn’t have.”

I clenched the paper in my hands, jumped up from the table and rushed outside. Mason’s bike was gone.

The world seemed to spin around me as reality set in.

He really was gone. Gone forever.

I went to my knees with sudden crushing pain.

“Mason!” I screamed.