Stepbrother Backstage (The Hawthorne Brothers Book 3) (31 page)

I rest my cheek on Cash’s shoulder as he pulls me into a
swift embrace. He kisses the top of my head, a gesture that somehow feels more
intimate than anything we’ve yet to share. I feel my body meld to his; fluid,
eager, and so,
so
ready. My body has ceased to tremble, now. I’ve never
felt more steady in my life.

Cash peels himself away from me just long enough to snap out
the gray blanket, spreading it out across the sandy, pebble-studded shore. As
he smooths out the well-worn fabric, I kick off my sandals and step up to him,
running my hands down his broad back. He turns to me, eyes gleaming as I kneel
on the blanket before him. Slipping out of his muddy shoes, he lowers himself
to his knees as well, running his hands down along my sides. I plant my hands
on the panes of his chest as he circles my waist with one arm, letting his
other hand continue its journey down my body.

A low moan escapes my parted lips as Cash slides his hand
beneath the band of my cotton shorts. I press my forehead to his shoulder, my
back arching as he slides his hand between my thighs, letting his fingertips
brush against the thin material of my underwear—the only scrap of fabric
separating us now. My breath catches as Cash pushes aside the scant panel,
resting two masterful fingers against my throbbing sex.

“Christ,” Cash groans, running his fingers all along the
length of me, “You’re so wet for me, Maddie…”

“What do you expect?” I breathe, letting my head roll to the
side as Cash strokes my aching sex.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” he growls, holding
me steady as my body goes liquid under his expert touch, “Thinking how fucking
sexy you are when you’re turned on. How much I love making you come…”

I gasp, clutching onto Cash’s shoulders as he lays those two
fingers firmly against my tender clit. Every word I’ve ever known falls away as
he traces long, slow circles over that aching nub. Warm, blissful pleasure
radiates through my body at his every stroke, my muscles clenching ecstatically
around the delicious sensation.

“Relax…” he murmurs authoritatively in my ear, rubbing that
excitable button with swift, firm loops. “Just let go, Maddie. Let me make you
feel good…”

“It does. You do,” I breathe, my knees going weak as searing
pleasure mounts in my core, ready to spill out through my entire body. “It
feels so good, Cash. I
love
your hands on me…”

But my words give way to a throaty cry as his two strong
fingers slide back, driving up inside of me as he works my clit with his thumb.
His fingers collide with that luscious spot just behind my navel, flexing
deliciously as unrelenting pulses of sensation ring out through my body. I can
feel myself speeding toward the edge of orgasm, unable to keep myself from
tumbling over the cliff.

“I’m so close…” I gasp, bucking my hips against Cash’s
expert touch.

“Let go,” he urges, bearing down on my screaming clit as his
fingers slide even deeper inside of me, “Come for me, Maddie. I want to feel
you…”

At his command, I let down my defenses, give into the rush
of sensation that bursts through me. My every cell is infused with that rolling
wave of bliss as it courses through me, carries me away on a sea of ecstatic
pleasure. Cash lowers me onto my back as I’m overtaken by this feeling, pinning
my hands above my head and kissing along my neck. I can feel his cock raging
with desire against my trembling thigh as the orgasm passes through me, leaving
my chest heaving and mouth spread with in a rapturous grin.

“You and your promises…” I manage to gasp.

“What did I tell you?” he grins, kissing the valley just
below my collarbone.

“Just keep your hands on me,” I plead, grinding my hips
against his.

“Oh, I intend to,” he murmurs, loosing my wrists and pushing
my tiny tank top up over my breasts.

I pull the flimsy garment over my shoulders, casting it
aside as Cash palms my modest but firm breasts. He lowers his lips to them,
taking one nipple between his full lips as he lightly pinches the other. The
warring sensations make my head spin—in the best way possible. I grab the edge
of his t-shirt and pull it up over his head. The tee falls away, revealing
Cash’s gorgeously cut torso in all its inked, rippling glory. But that’s not
all I want to see of him.

With sure hands, I grab hold of his belt buckle and whip it
open, loosing the button and zipper as fast as I can. Cash kneels before me as
I tug the briefs and jeans down over his firm ass, my eyes transfixed by the
staggering, pulsating cock standing at attention before me. I’ve never found a
man’s
manhood
to be beautiful before…but of course, Cash’s is the
exception. I run my hands along the smooth, rigid length, tracing the flushed
bell head with my thumb. Cash groans as I work my hands along his shaft, his
back arching with pleasure. I want to feel even more of him. All of him.

“Goddammit, Maddie…” he moans, as I lower my mouth to his cock,
rubbing along the length of him all the while.

I let my blue eyes flick up to meet his as I part my lips
and, ever-so-deliberately, take the swollen tip of him into my mouth. A shudder
of bliss runs down my spine as I run my tongue along the ridge of his head. Low
on my knees, I grab hold of his firm ass and pull as much of him into my mouth
as I can. I can feel him pulsing against my tongue, taste his desire as it
mounts. He buries his hands in my hair, tugging just hard enough for me to feel
it.

“You’ve got me right on the edge,” he rasps, as I run my
tongue from the base of his shaft to the very tip of him.

“Maybe it’s time you let go, too,” I grin up at him, working
my hands firmly down his throbbing cock, slick where my mouth has traversed it.

I cry out in delighted surprise as Cash grabs me by the hips
and flips me onto my hands and knees. My back arches as he runs his fingers
along my spine, letting me feel his slick cock pressing right up against my
slit. I glance back at him over my shoulder, marveling at the sheer enormity of
his form. At this moment, at the height of desire, he seems larger than life.
An ancient god visiting the mortal world for the briefest of moments. But his
godliness doesn’t make me feel small or base. It elevates me. No—we raise
each
other
up. And now, I want to see just how high we can soar.

“You want to feel me from behind?” he murmurs, running his
hands over the rise of my ass. I catch my breath as he trails his fingers
between my cheeks, letting the pad of his thumb brush against that tight circle
of muscle no man has ever touched. Surprise gives way to deep satisfaction, a
kind I’ve never known. How can being touched there feel so
good
?

“Y-you mean…?” I stammer, my pulse quickening. That’s
another thing I’ve never, ever tried. Not that I’m opposed, in theory…but—

“No, no,” he murmurs, trailing kisses down my back, “We’re
not exactly equipped for that. Today, that is. I just want to take you, just
like this. Watch my cock slide into you. Watch you writhe under me… Sound
good?”

My imagination spins out of control, imagining all the new
things Cash is going to teach me…Someday. But for now—

“God yes,” I gasp, feeling my thighs begin to quake.

I hear the soft rip of a wrapper, and watch over my shoulder
as Cash rolls a condom down his massive cock. That must be an XXL rubber, to
accommodate such an impressive piece. But my speculations stop in their tracks
as I feel the tip of that gigantic member pressed firmly against my wet, eager
sex. I grab hold of the gray blanket, bunching handfuls of the fabric in my
shaking fingers as Cash sets his hands firmly on my hips. For a moment
suspended in time, I raise my eyes and look out across the lake. The sun is
hovering just below the horizon, sending tendrils of orange and pink out across
the sky. It’s beautiful. Perfect. And that’s even before—

Our voices rise up together, toward the canopy of leaves
overhead, as Cash’s cock parts my silky flesh. He presses into me with
powerful, measured force, and my mouth falls open in an amazed “o” as I feel
the unthinkable size of him. From behind, he feels even bigger, drives even
deeper, but I don’t shrink away in response. Instead, I press back against him,
sending his cock even further into my ready body. He works himself inside of me
inch by inch, until finally I feel the full length of him drive up into my very
core. His fingers tighten around my hips as he sinks all the way in, filling me
up completely.

“You’re so goddamn tight,” he groans.

“No—you’re just hung as
fuck
,” I laugh breathlessly,
bucking against his powerful rod. “I’m surprised I can even fit you.”

He meets my pass as I press firmly back against him, and we
cry out in unison again. Our voices are low, guttural—absolutely primal. I’ve
never heard these sounds coming out of my mouth before, but I don’t feel
self-conscious. I feel more like myself than ever before. Now that I’ve felt
the full massiveness of Cash, I’m hooked. Faster and faster we thrust together,
our bodies moving with harmonious, fervid purpose. My head falls back between
my shoulders as I bounce on Cash’s rigid cock, savoring the feel of him
colliding with the very core of me. I swear, it feels like he could tear me
right in two if we weren’t careful.

“I’m right there, babe. I’m
right there
,” Cash growls
through gritted teeth.

“Come,” I tell him in a hoarse whisper, “I want you to—”

The sky splits open before me as the sun crests over the
horizon. My eyes open wide as Cash pounds into me with one last leveling
thrust, driving so deeply that the newly broken day itself seems to spin wildly
all around us. I feel him come hard as I push back against him with all my
might, my muscles tightening around him. For a moment that feels like an hour,
we float there together—balancing between one second, one day, and the next.
Time itself steps aside for us, before rushing back in and leveling us
completely.

Spent, Cash lowers himself to me, closing the space between
our bodies. His hard chest presses against my back as our bodies rise and fall
with fervent breath. Rolling onto his side, Cash pulls me against him,
enclosing me with his arms as we look out over the crystalline lake together.
Our breathing slows as the sun begins its ascent into the sky, rolling white
clouds reflected in the still water.

“So here’s an idea,” I murmur, burrowing against Cash’s
sturdy form, “Let’s just stay right here. Forever. OK?”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” he laughs huskily, pulling
himself onto one elbow and resting a hand on my hip.

“We can build a little lean-to, and forsake our entire lives,
and just screw on the beach for eternity,” I go on, pulling myself to sitting.
“I’m game if you are.”

“I can’t even tell if you’re kidding,” Cash muses, running
his hand along my naked thigh.

“Me either,” I smile back at him. And though obviously I don’t
literally
have forever in mind, I can
’
t
help wondering in this moment how long Cash and I actually have together. The
first week of our vacation is drawing to a close, and it already feels like
time is moving far too quickly. I’ve resisted thinking about what happens when
this trip is over, because I can’t bear the thought of only having one more
week with this man.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his eyes fixed on my
nude form, backlit by the breaking day.

A lot of guys tell me I’m cute, or even pretty… but
beautiful? Really beautiful? Not so much. How many times does anyone get to
hear that in her life and feel it’s sincere?

“What
’
s the saying? ‘Take a picture, it
’
ll last longer
’
?” I laugh giddily, a
little bashful at his praise.

“Got a camera?” Cash asks, a devilish grin spreading across
his face.

I feel myself blushing at what he’s proposing. I’m no prude
about nude pics in theory. I’ve just never personally been one for trading
naked pictures, not even with my long-term boyfriends. It always just seemed
like a recipe for disaster—especially with the nature of the internet these
days. I never trusted any of my exes enough to share such intimate material.
What if one of them was a secret revenge-porn enthusiast? But Cash is a
different story. Not only do I feel like—no,
know
I can trust him, but
he also makes me want to live at full volume, try things I never have before.

“My phone’s in my shorts pocket…” I grin back, cocking a
mischievous eyebrow.

Cash stares at me, jaw wide open, looking like a man who’s
just won the lottery. “Are you fucking serious?” he asks, sitting upright.
“You’d let me—?”

“Go ahead,” I tell him, daringly.

In a flash, Cash grabs my cell and turns back to me. My own
jaw swings dangerously close to the ground as he straightens up, not a stitch
of clothing on him. His tall, perfectly balanced form is as gorgeous as I’ve
ever seen it—which makes sense, as I’m getting to see more of it than ever
before. Last time we were naked together, we were a few drinks in and lit by a
neon light on the fritz. But now, in the clear light of early day, he’s almost
too perfect to take in all at once.

“OK,” Cash smiles, lowering himself back onto the blanket
before me, “You ready?”

I unlock the phone for him and sit cross-legged on the
blanket, unsure of what to do next. I’m not really well versed in the grammar
of sexy pouts and poses.

“I guess you probably can tell this is
another thing I don’t have much experience with,” I
laugh nervously.

“Really?” he asks. “You never sent nude pics to any of your
boyfriends?”

“Nope,” I shrug. “Not that they didn’t ask.”

“No kidding,” he laughs softly.

“Is there, like, some kind of protocol for this?” I kid in
my best porn star voice, fluttering my eyelashes ridiculously. But Cash doesn’t
seem interested in any of that.