Step F*#k: Part Three (A Stepbrother series Book 3) (8 page)

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Authors: Scarlett Ward

Good thing I don’t want to. Doing it in this position lets me experience him from a different angle, and right away I can tell he’s hitting a spot that he hasn’t before. Or hasn’t in this way. There’s all the normal pre-orgasm sensations that I’ve become so used to feeling with him, but also something more, and it happens each time the head of his cock rubs against this certain spot. It’s like an additional blast of pleasure that just seems to get stronger and stronger in its intensity. His fingers on my clit are slick with my juices, and I reach around and put my hand there too, so I can feel how wet I am, feel the way his cock is moving in and out, how stretched I am to accommodate him, how fucking good it feels.

I start to move my pelvis in time with his thrusts, and this lets him get even further, pressing harder against that spot. He stops rubbing my clit and licks his fingers, then brings them back down, and the extra moisture has me curling my toes in delirious ecstasy. My brain is buzzing on and off, like it’s about to short circuit. There’s too much of this amazing feeling coursing through me, and it’s like I can feel his energy too. His cock pulses inside me, his breath hot next to my ear.

I grit my teeth. I’m hyperventilating, trying to keep quiet, or at least trying not to scream, but I have to be able to release this somehow, there has to be some sort of release or I swear I am going to spontaneously combust—

When I come, it’s like being sucked through a vortex at lightning fast speed. I explode out the other end and my inner thighs, my bottom, suddenly feel soaked. Jai grabs my hips and swivels me a few times and then he comes, and there’s another warm rush. We both lie there, breathing hard. There is a definite puddle underneath us.

“Um . . . Did I just pee on you?”
“Holy shit,” he says. “That was incredible. Did you what? Just pee on me?”
“Yeah . . . or something?”
He laughs quietly. “That, my dear, would be the elusive female ejaculation.”
“What?”
“Congratulations. Most women can’t do that. Or think they can’t, anyway.”

“Huh,” I say. “I didn’t know females could ejaculate.”

“Well they can. And you did.”

“That’s . . . pretty cool then.” At least I didn’t pee on him.

“Be proud of yourself.”

“Well, I guess I have you to thank.”

“Most guys do consider it a successful shagging if they manage to get their lady to squirt.”

I blush, but it’s dark so he can’t see it. I shouldn’t feel bashful to have these conversations with him.

“You’ve gotten me off four times today,” I say.

“Today was a good day. I hope tomorrow will be even better.”

I snuggle against him, his skin warm against mine, my body still humming with pleasure, my thighs still slick. I lay my hand on his chest, feel the reverberation of his heartbeat.

“This is nice,” he breathes. He turns his head and brushes his lips across my forehead.

It is nice, but what can’t happen, is the two of us falling asleep together and having my mother or sister or his father come in and find us in the morning. So we cuddle for a little bit, but I can feel myself starting to drift, and I can tell that he’s headed that way too.

“I’m going to get up,” I whisper. “I’m going to go back to my own bed. But thank you. I know I’ll sleep well tonight.”

“You will,” he says, his voice thick with sleep and contentment. “I know I will. Sweet dreams, love.”

I stop in the bathroom and hop in the shower quickly, just to rinse everything off of me. When I’m back in my own bed, I lie there and stare at the ceiling, wondering how it’s going to be possible to just stop having the best sex I’ve ever had. In less than week. It doesn’t seem fair, but I’m going to have to.

You might as well enjoy it while you can
, I think, before I drift off to sleep.

The lake house suddenly seems full of people, a few that I know, most that I don’t. There are people setting up a big white tent right next to the pool, two florists covering every available space both inside and out with flowers, the caterers setting up the tables and chairs and going over the menu one last time with my mother.

Other people begin arriving, too—my mom’s friends, Jessica’s fiancé, Chris, some actors that I recognize from movies I saw when I was younger. There are people everywhere, which makes sneaking off with Jai even easier, though you’d think it would be the other way around.

On Friday, we have the wedding rehearsal, which is over rather quickly. There’s not a whole lot to remember; the ceremony itself is rather simple. Jess and I are the bridesmaids, Jai is the best man, and we stand there, flanking our parents, while one of Zack’s longtime friends, who is a justice of the peace, does the service. Mom and Zack have written their own vows, which they’re not going to say until tomorrow.

As we stand there, Jai catches my eye and winks, so discreetly it’s like he was just blinking with one eye. Then he raises his eyebrows at our parents, who might not want to say their vows yet but certainly have no problem practicing their “you may kiss the bride” kiss.

You really can tell how much they love each other, and, maybe for the first time, I think that this could work out for them. It really could. And I feel happy for my mother, but then I also realize what it means for Jai and me, and the wedding is tomorrow, which means tonight is the last night that we’ll be sleeping together.

I’m getting ready for the rehearsal dinner when there’s a knock on the door, the door leading from the bathroom into my room. Jai.

“There’s no rule about the best man not being able to see the bridesmaids before the wedding ceremony, right?” he says, coming into the room. He’s already changed and looks stunning in a black and white striped polo shirt and dark green chinos. He’s gotten a fair amount of sun since we’ve been here and his tan is a deep golden brown, making his eyes seem all the brighter. He comes right over to me and leans his forehead against mine. “Your freckles have almost completely disappeared,” he says.

“They’ll come back once I lose the tan.” I pull back a little so I can look up at his face. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about, so I’m glad you stopped in.”

“Okay,” he says. “And what might that be?”

“I am really bothered by the fact that we’re going to be stepsiblings.”

He gives me a patient smile. “I know, love. We’ve had this conversation before.” He moves his hand toward me like he’s going to stroke the side of my face, but I pull my head back.

“But our parents are going to be married tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Then we’ll officially be stepbrother and sister. And we said . . . we said we were going to stop doing this once that happened. So we have to. And I guess I just wanted to talk about that. Even though I’m not really even sure what else there is to say, except I feel sad knowing that this is going to be our last night together.”

His expression is hard to read. “So that’s what you want to do.”

“Jai. That’s what we
said
we’d do.”

“I realize we said that.” A cold note has crept into his tone. “And perhaps I’ve just misread everything that’s gone on so far, but don’t you think we have something more than just a simple physical attraction? Is that something you’re so willing to just ignore?”

“Of course we have a physical attraction—I knew that the second I saw you.”

“You’re not hearing what I’m saying, Emma. I’m saying that there’s something
more
than just that physical attraction. If it was just about sex, yeah, it’d be easy enough to walk away from. There are plenty of girls to shag. And I’m sure you’d have no trouble finding some other guy. But—”

“No,” I say. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“Aren’t you the one who brought it up?”

“I don’t want you to try to convince me to keep doing this.” I’m afraid if he keeps talking, I’ll just give in. I’ll just do what he wants, which might, in part, be what I want, but it’s also not right. It’s just not. “I’m sorry.”

“Fucking hell, I’m so sick of this shit!” he shouts, and I jump back, surprised at his sudden outburst. His eyes flash with anger. A muscle in his jaw quivers. “You drive me fucking crazy, do you know that? You have no clue what you want, do you? You’re naïve—completely and utterly naïve. You think feelings like this happen between two people all the time? They don’t. I’m a little older than you and I’ve far more experience, and let me tell you, this is not something to just walk away from. But that’s exactly what you want to do because you’re afraid—afraid of what other people will say, what they’re going to think. But who gives a fuck? Who gives a bloody fuck what other people think? Someone is always going to have a problem with the way you do something. You’re never going to be able to make everyone happy. The sooner you learn that, the better off you’ll be. So tell me—why do you care so much about what other people think? Do you give a toss at all about what
I
think? How I feel?”

He stares hard at me, waiting for an answer. “I guess I do care what other people think,” I say finally. “At least about some things. And having sex with my stepbrother is one of those things, apparently. It’s wrong. It’s immoral. It’s . . . it’s just not what we’re supposed to be doing! And maybe it wasn’t right of me to say that we could keep doing it until the wedding. Maybe I should’ve just told you to stop then and there, and we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. But the sex has been so good. And yes, I’m human. I like to feel good things. Maybe if I was a better person or a stronger person, then I’d just be able to tell you we’re never going to have sex again, and it wouldn’t matter to me what you said, I’d just have willpower. I’d be able to not sleep with you.”

“That’s all this is to you, isn’t it?” He laughs, little more than a short, angry bark. “You think this is just about us fucking, and the fact that we shouldn’t do that anymore after our parents get married.”

“Well . . . yeah!” I snap. “If our parents weren’t going to get married, then there wouldn’t be a problem. But I thought we’d already established that.”
He shakes his head, as though in complete disbelief. “Christ, I’m a fucking idiot. I can’t believe it. I cannot fucking believe it. Well, maybe it was my time.”

“Your time? What are you talking about? You’re not making any sense. Look, it doesn’t have to be like this, okay? I told you that night in the pool that we could keep doing this until the wedding. And now that day is almost here, and all of a sudden, you don’t want to hear it.”

“Oh, I hear you.”

“So then what is all this talk about it being ‘your time?’ What does that even mean?” I can’t help the note of exasperation that has crept into my voice. Doesn’t he realize this is hard enough? Why does he feel the need to make it that much harder?

“I’ve broken plenty of girls’ hearts over the years because I wasn’t interested in being with them for anything other than sex. Never had it happen to myself, though. Until now, anyway.”

The realization of what he’s said, without technically saying anything, sinks in slowly. But I’m not sure if I heard him correctly, or if I just misunderstood. Is he saying that
I
am breaking his heart? No. That can’t be what he means at all.

I don’t have time to ask for him to elaborate, or to tell him that part of me is doing this because I
don’t
want my feelings for him to progress any more than they already have. It’s too late for that, because he’s turned and is stalking out of the room, anger radiating off of him in waves that are almost tangible. He slams the door, so hard that instead of closing it just bounces back off the doorframe, the walls of the house reverberating with the shock.

“What was that?” my mother yells from downstairs.

Jai says nothing. I don’t know which way he’s gone, if he’s going into his room or downstairs, leaving the house completely.

“It was nothing!” I call back to her, my voice shaky. I feel like I can’t draw in a breath. His furious expression is the only thing I can see, the words he just said the only thing echoing through my mind. I want to run after him but I can’t. I can’t.

So I let him go.