Stepbrother HOT! (The Stepbrother Romance Series - Book #3) (7 page)

“Are you at least okay? I mean…Bob said some
terrible things last night. You both did, but…god, some of the things he said.”
I shook my head. I had been so appalled. My mind rang with all of the horrible
things that Bob had called his son, the things he’d nearly shouted at Jaxon.
How could any father who loved his son say things like that?

“Yeah, I’m all right. I flagged one of the snow
patrol guys and caught a lift home, went to my room. I spent an hour breaking
shit, and then another hour cleaning everything up.” I snorted; I could just
picture it. “It doesn’t matter anyway. Soon as Dad’s in a better mood he’ll buy
me whatever I want.”

“Seems like a good deal; he calls you the worst
things this side of evil, then gets you a bunch of shit to make up.”

“It works,” Jaxon said with a shrug. “It’s not
great, but it’s how it is.” We both fell silent for a long time, looking at the
water, looking at our feet.

“Oh God,” I said, the realization hitting me. “Oh
God, Jaxon, you realize we’re going to have to be together for Christmas break,
too.” Jaxon groaned.

“Oh of course.
Fuck.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “And both our parents are going to
be watching us like hawks.
Waiting to catch us in the act
again.”

“Good job telling Bob,” I said, making a face.
“Before we’d have just had Mom keeping us apart.”
I gave him
a playful shove. Jaxon grabbed my hand.

“Hey. It was kind of worth it. I mean, I’m glad I
got to tell him. He’d have found out eventually.”

“Probably.”
I sighed. “God,
Jax
. What are we going to do about
this stupid mess?” Jaxon sank backward, resting on his elbows and staring up at
the ceiling as he sighed.

“I don’t know. I mean, I thought that we could just
stop seeing each other; and obviously that’s what Dad and your mom both want.
But I thought I could just ignore you, once we found out—and that obviously
didn’t work.”

“You know, you could have told me then the reason
why you were avoiding me.”

“I felt weird about it,” Jaxon admitted. “I probably
should have told you, but god—how do you even tell someone that?
‘
Hey, Mia, so guess what? We’re brother and sister now. No
more hot sex.”

I had to laugh. “Because you know, it worked out so
well for us to decide ‘no more hot sex’ when we both knew.”

“Right?”
Jaxon groaned again.

“I guess we should just try harder. I could…I could
stop going to the frat house.” Except that all my friends were there. If I did
that, I’d basically have to start my entire social life from scratch. And of
course the guys would want to know why I stopped hanging out; what would I tell
them?

“Nah.
You shouldn’t have to do that. Anyway everyone would just ask questions.”

“Like they’re not going to ask anything when they
find out we’re siblings now?” Jaxon shrugged.

“It’s too fucking weird. I mean—our parents have
basically screwed up both our lives with this. And now we have to be good and
not be interested in each other just because they decided to get married on a
whim.”

“And they’re both going to be hounding us for the
rest of our lives about it, you know. Mom’s never going to forget walking in on
us.”

“Dad’s never going to let me live it down, either.”
We both sighed.

“We’re going around and around in circles. This
isn’t helping anything.” I shook my head.

“I know,” Jaxon said. “It’s impossible. We both want
each other, but we can’t do anything about it.”

“So we’re back to hoping Mom and Bob break up and
get divorced. Either their lives are ruined or our lives are screwed up.
There’s no solution. Fuck.”

We both sat in silence again for a long time. I knew
I should leave; we weren’t getting anywhere talking about it, and the longer I
sat next to Jaxon the more I remembered how attracted to him I was. It was
incredibly stupid to spend time with him alone. It was even stupider to let
myself think of how hot he was, how incredibly awesome the sex had been. I
blushed as I remembered waking up after dreaming about him, laying in my bed
and getting myself off thinking about the times we’d had sex before. I couldn’t
do that to myself anymore. I’d have to just move on as best as I could, find some
other guy to have sex with, get Jaxon off of my mind. We’d both have to move
on. It wasn’t
like
we had any real choice in the
situation. Wishing both of our parents would just get tired of each other was
stupid; it was mean. Mom was happier with Bob than I’d seen her in years—how
could I wish for everything to end for her?

I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even really
notice that Jaxon was still right there next to me, only inches away. I bit my
lip, thinking of him touching me, kissing me, his fingers rubbing me. I was
getting turned on and we hadn’t even done anything. I shook my head. I should
just get up and go back to my room, tell Jaxon that we had to move on. I told
myself I should think about someone other than myself for once.

Chapter
Nine

After the long silence, I nearly startled into the
pool when Jaxon finally spoke again. “Mia, if we kept seeing each other—would
it
be
worth it to you?” I grabbed the edge of the pool
to steady myself, taking a deep breath to slow down the pounding of my heart. I
shook my head—not to answer him, but to try and clear it.

When I turned to look at Jaxon, I nearly started
again; he was even closer than before, his face only a few inches away from
mine, his lips right where I could kiss them. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even
think. Instead of answering him, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his.
Jaxon’s arms wrapped around me tightly, crushing my body against his, and as he
deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue past my lips, I felt my heart beating
faster. Jaxon’s hands started to move over my body, touching me everywhere,
tickling me as he slid them up along my waist to my ribs, up to my breasts. I
moaned against his lips, pressing my body against his, twisting and writhing
against him already. How could I have possibly tried to deny how attracted I
was to him?

Jaxon pulled me down as he sunk onto the floor,
holding me against him. I felt his cock straining at the front of his swim
trunks as we began to writhe together, our hands wandering all over the place. I
forgot everything else in the world—I forgot about Mom and Bob, I forgot about
everyone working in the house, I forgot even where I was. Jaxon broke away from
my lips to kiss along the column of my throat, grazing my sensitive skin with
his teeth, nibbling sharply at the pulse spot under my jaw before he moved back
up to my mouth, kissing me as if he wanted to eat me whole.

We rolled around on the floor, almost tumbling into
the pool as we got hotter and heavier; I slipped my hands under Jaxon’s shirt,
running them over his chest, feeling how hard his heart was beating, how hot he
was to the touch. He reached under my tee shirt and cupped my breasts, giving
them a squeeze, teasing my nipples until they hardened into little nubs. I
moaned against his mouth, rocking my hips against his, getting hotter and
wetter by the moment. “We’re going to fall into the pool,” Jaxon murmured,
panting against my lips. I laughed.

“Let’s go somewhere else then.” Jaxon sat up and
pulled me with him; he looked around the pool area for a moment, and then he
was leading me by the hand, across the floor, to the lounge chairs along the
wall. He pushed me down onto one and then straddled me, pressing me onto my
back as he started kissing me again. I moaned out, barely able to control
myself as his hands slipped up underneath my tee shirt, brushing against my
skin. He teased my nipples with his fingertips until they were so hard they
ached, twisting and rolling them while I writhed underneath him.

My hands wandered all over Jaxon’s body, feeling the
hard, muscled planes of his back and shoulders, the heat of his chest. Jaxon
broke away from my lips again and started kissing my neck, sending tingling
jolts of pleasure through my body, making me wetter and wetter. My pussy
started to tighten, my hips moving of their own will, pushing down to get
better contact with the hard ridge of his cock. I was panting, gasping for
breath, hot and cold flashes of sensation shooting through my body. I couldn’t
deny how much I wanted him no matter how I tried—and I wanted him more than
ever.

Jaxon reached down to the hem of my shirt, tugging
it up over my abdomen, past my breasts. He pulled back just long enough to get
it over my head and then Jaxon buried his face in the hollow of my neck,
kissing and nipping. I bit my bottom lip, stifling the moans that worked up
from my chest while he trailed his mouth downward. He dragged his lips along my
collarbones, nibbling with his teeth, and then finally made his way to my
breasts. I cried out when he kissed the tops of my breasts, moaning against my
skin and finding one of my nipples by touch. Jaxon sucked and licked, sending
white-hot jolts of sensation straight from my breast to my pussy. He switched
from one breast to the other, teasing each of my nipples in turn, until I was
twisting and writhing underneath him, grabbing at his head and shoulders from
need. “Fuck—God, Jaxon—more!” I tried to keep my voice low, but I couldn’t help
myself as he slipped his hand underneath the waistband of my pajama pants.

Jaxon slid his fingers along the wet folds of my
labia,
stroking me with a teasing, feather-light touch that
made me hungrier and hungrier, ready to beg him to stop or to do more. When I
opened my mouth to beg him, he pressed his fingers against me harder, rubbing
my inner labia, working his way up to my clit. I moaned out again as he began
to stroke my clit, rubbing up and down, back and forth, in tight little circles
that sent tingles of sensation throughout my body. I gasped, my legs spreading
wider in instinct, my whole body on fire. “God, I forgot how hot you are, how
wet you get,” Jaxon murmured against my skin. He slipped his fingers lower once
more, sliding one inside of me while his thumb worked my clit, rubbing me
constantly.

He brought his lips back up to mine, kissing me
hungrily while he began to thrust his fingers in and out, plunging them deeper
and deeper inside of me. “God…yes… please,” I bit my bottom lip until it
started to hurt, knowing in the back of my mind that I had to at least try to stay
quiet. Jaxon rocked his hips against me, and I could feel how hard his cock was
through the fabric of his swim trunks. I reached down and tugged at the bottom
of his shirt, pulling it along his back, up over his head. I pushed my hips
down to meet his touch, little whimpering moans leaving my throat, pushing past
my lips as I got more and more turned on.

Jaxon brought me to the edge of orgasm and backed
off, teasing me relentlessly, making me so turned on that I couldn’t even think
of anything else in the world. I felt my fluids gushing around his fingers as
he pushed them deep inside of me, rubbing against my inner walls. He found my
g-spot, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body; I cried out, my back
arching up off of the lounge chair, my hips pushing down into his hand. “Yes,
Mia,” Jaxon whispered. “Yes, god—you’re so hot and wet, so tight.” He kept
rubbing up against my pleasure center until I couldn’t hold back anymore, my
whole body twisting and arching, my hips pushing down to meet his thrusting
fingers, his rubbing thumb against my clit. I cried out, coiling my arms around
his shoulders, clinging to him as if for life itself.

Jaxon kept working me as I came, his fingers
twisting inside of me, his thumb rubbing my clit, sending tingles of sensation
through me over and over again. He slowed down as my spasms started to fade,
holding himself up on top of me as I panted and shivered. “God, Jaxon,” I said,
blinking slowly. “That was so good.
So good.”
Jaxon
chuckled lowly.

“As good as the first time?”
He asked me, kissing me lightly on the lips.

“Better.” I was a million miles away, my brain hazed
over with pleasure. I could still feel his cock pressing against me. “In fact,”
I said, struggling to catch my breath, “I owe you one.” I gathered up my strength
and pushed Jaxon up,
off of me, tumbling him onto the lounge
chair and straddling him at the knees
. Jaxon looked up at me, his bright
eyes darkening as he took in the sight of my half-naked body. He reached up and
cupped my breasts, squeezing them, teasing my nipples until they hardened once
more.

“Don’t let me stop you,” he said. I laughed and
kissed a trail from his lips downward, nibbling at his throat, licking and
nipping down the length of his chest. I unlaced his swim trunks and pulled the
Velcro apart, hooking my fingers in the waistband and tugging them down over
his hips. Jaxon’s cock sprung up from the confines of his shorts, hard as a
rock, almost throbbing. A shiny drop of
precum
shone
at the tip, and I licked my lips at the sight of it. I continued my path down
along Jaxon’s abdomen, glancing up at his face as I reached his hips. I
smiled—I’d heard Jaxon talking in the frat house about how much he loved it
when a girl went down on him.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and then
kissed the tip, sliding it just past my lips, barely in my mouth. I flicked my
tongue against the head, tasting the sharp-salty flavor as his
precum
coated my tongue. “Fuck, Mia,” Jaxon said with a
groan, his hips arching up to meet my mouth. I held him down with my weight as
best as I could, slowly working my lips down along the length of his cock,
sucking and licking. I was almost as turned on as he was, my body heating up; I
loved the feeling of his smooth, almost velvety skin between my lips, the taste
of him on my tongue. I moaned as I sucked harder, moving my head up and down
slowly, flickering my tongue along the sensitive underside, against the tip. I
heard him groaning; Jaxon’s fingers slipped into my hair, tightening against my
scalp, as his hips began to rock in time to my movements.