Stepbrother OMG! (The Stepbrother Romance Series #2) (7 page)

CHAPTER
9

By the time I’d decided to go to sleep it was easily
about midnight. I lay in bed for a long while, waiting to fall asleep even as
my mind spun around and around and around on the subject of Jaxon, my mom, and
Bob. I was just beginning to doze off, when I heard a rustle by the door, and
then the squeak-click of the doorknob turning. Light shone into my room as the
door opened, and I sat up and turned on the lamp next to my bed.

Jaxon closed the door to my bedroom behind him and
for a long moment all I could do was stare. Jaxon was in nothing but a pair of
boxers, his hair still damp from a shower. I hadn’t forgotten how hot he was
but the sight of him put my memory of his attractiveness to shame. “Jaxon,” I
said, confused and surprised and incredibly turned on all at once.

“Mia,” he said, smiling faintly. “You didn’t lock
your door this time.” I slipped out of my bed and crossed the room, even as
Jaxon moved to meet me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and felt his
hands drop to my hips;
I was tingling everywhere, and finally
touching him gave me a mixture of relief and the need for even more
. I
turned my head to try and kiss him, but Jaxon pushed me away gently, leading me
over to the low couch that hugged one wall of the room and sitting me down.
“First we have to talk.” I knew what Jaxon wanted to talk about; I started to
shake my head. I didn’t want to discuss our parents being married, the whole
stupid mess we were
in
. I just wanted him. But I knew
that we’d have to have the conversation sooner or later, and now was as good a
time as any. Everyone else was in bed, we wouldn’t be overheard, and no one
would know what was going on — not even the guys in the frat or anyone at our
school.

“Okay,” I said.
“Fine.
Say
what you need to say.” Jaxon took a deep breath and sat down next to me.

“I’m sorry I went all weird on you,” he said first.
I shrugged.

“It’s not that big of a deal. I’ve moved on.” Jaxon
shook his head.

“I should have probably told you what I knew; it was
shitty of me. I wasn’t being a good friend.” I pressed my lips together. I’d
accused him of as much—both to his face and in my head.

“Okay. What did you know?” Jaxon made a face.

“Up until we had sex all I knew was that my dad was
dating someone—totally nuts about her, a way he hasn’t been since my mom. I
didn’t really pay any attention to it because…well, you know. I swear when we
had sex I had no idea it was your mom.”

“I’d hope you’d at least tell me if you knew. Mom
didn’t tell me like, specifically who she was dating. I think she thought it
might jinx it. Just that her new boyfriend was
awesome,
had a great house, all that stuff.” I gestured to the room around us.
“
Gotta
admit she wasn’t wrong about the
great house.”
Jaxon smiled weakly.

“Same with Dad, at least at first.
His new girlfriend was great, really got him, fantastic in bed…” Jaxon made a
face. “Anyway, after we had sex, like that night or the next morning, he called
me and told me that he’d popped the question. I was kind of shocked.”

“I was pretty surprised to find out mom was married,
she didn’t even tell me at all about it until I got here.” Jaxon shrugged.

“Anyway, I told him it was crazy—and that I didn’t
even know anything about her, that he’d only been dating her for a couple of
months. He sent me her picture and told me her name. It didn’t really take me
long to put two and two together.” I nodded slowly.

“So you knew then.” Jaxon smiled slightly.

“Yeah…I knew. And I freaked out. I mean—you were
about to be my sister. It was weird.”

“You could have told me, you know.
Pretty easy.
‘Oh, hey, so Mia, did you know our parents are
about to get married?’ It isn’t hard.” Jaxon snorted.

“Yeah, I know. I should have been up front with you.
I was a total asshole about it.” I smiled.

“I guess if you’re going to admit it I can’t stay
mad at you about it.” Jaxon echoed my smile.

“I figured back then that I’d have plenty of time to
get over it. Obviously I couldn’t tell my dad not to marry the woman he loved—I
mean could you imagine it? ‘So, Dad, good news bad news time: your girlfriend
has a smoking hot daughter, and I totally hit a home run with her. So you
shouldn’t marry the woman you love.’
Nothing but heartache in
that for everyone.”

“Seems like there’s plenty of that going around
anyway,” I said, feeling more than a little bitter. I was glad that my mom was
happy—and glad that Bob was happy; I mean I couldn’t hold it against him. But
their love was definitely a major problem in Jaxon’s and my life. “So I guess
you got over it, but now it’s still sort of weird?” Jaxon shook his head
slowly.

“I thought I’d just forget all about it because
hell, what else was I going to do? But then Dad told me about this whole stupid
holiday idea, and how he and your mom wanted us all to be together.” I took a deep
breath and sighed. Yeah, that could make things awkward.

“So why didn’t you talk to me then? I mean… it would
have made things a lot less awkward when we had to start pretending not to know
each other at all.” Jaxon shrugged and I wondered just how much we could
possibly even get through the conversation.

“I sort of panicked. I mean probably we could have
come up with a reason we know each other that would never have been a big deal,
but I didn’t think about that. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of an
idiot.”

“Not arguing with that,” I said with a grin. Jaxon
laughed quietly. It was definitely not escaping my notice that he was almost
naked, that my whole body was tingling with how close we were. “So where do we
stand now?” Jaxon licked his lips and looked down at his hands for a minute.

“I still…have feelings for you.” He looked at me
once more. “Like, I thought I could just ignore you and it’d be fine or
whatever. But as soon as we were around each other again, I knew that wasn’t
going to happen in a million years.” My cheeks were heating up.

“You—I’m not just…You’re not just interested in…” I
couldn’t make my thoughts form into actual sentences; I was so flustered by
what Jaxon was saying.

“Oh—no, no.
When we had sex, I had every intention of doing that as many times as you’d let
me.” I laughed.

“Friends with benefits?”

Jaxon hesitated a moment before shaking his head.
“Not exactly.
I mean, nothing super serious or anything, but
I definitely wanted to do more than just sleep with you every once in a while.”
He reached out and glided his fingers along my leg, sending a tingle of
sensation through me.

“Let’s…talk about the specifics later,” I said,
feeling my heart beating faster. Jaxon hesitated a moment, but then he nodded,
leaning in and bringing his lips to press against mine. My whole body heated
up, and I shivered against Jaxon as he went from barely kissing me to almost
devouring me, his tongue slipping past my lips, plunging into my mouth, tasting
and exploring me while his hands began to move over my body slowly. I started
to touch him as
well,
too hungry for the feeling of
his skin under my hands, for everything that I could still remember all too
easily to make myself stop. I was so incredibly turned on, my pussy already
soaking wet, my body hot all over, cold tingles washing through me. I knew that
we were doing the worst possible thing—but I couldn’t help it.

For a long time as Jaxon and I kissed, I was
incapable of thinking of anything at all. All I could do is react to how much I
wanted him, how warm his skin was against mine, how good he smelled—the
familiar scent of his soap and cologne filling my nose. I couldn’t think of
anything else at all, as my whole body geared up. But then all at once I was
pulling back, breaking away from the kiss, panting,
my
nerves on fire but my brain frozen like a block of ice. “What’s going to happen
if our parents find out about this?” I asked Jaxon, my mind reeling at the
possibilities. Jaxon shook his head, leaning in to kiss me on the lips once
more. He barely broke away to answer.

“I don’t care. I have to have you, Mia. I don’t give
a good goddamn what happens next.” He slipped his hands up underneath my tee
shirt, brushing along my waist and ribs, moving up to cup my breasts. I’d
changed into pajamas—more than what Jaxon was wearing, but not by much. Jaxon
squeezed my breasts carefully, his thumbs brushing across my nipples to send a
tingling jolt through me. My nipples hardened into firm little nubs at his
touch, and the muscles of my pussy tightened, my whole body wanting Jaxon and
not caring one little bit that he was now my brother and off-limits. Jaxon
began to twist and roll my nipples between his fingers and I was moaning
against his lips, my hands moving over his body, exploring the broad, muscled
planes of his back, the satisfying thickness of his shoulders, down over his
chest and to his flat abs.

“Are we…going to only…have sex on couches?” I asked
Jaxon, barely breaking away from his lips as I realized the irony of the
situation—that we’d started to fool around on a couch, yet again. Jaxon pulled
back slightly and looked around in a brief moment of confusion before laughing.

“Game’s not on this time,” he told me with a low
chuckle.

“Oh come on, we’ve even got a bed this time.
Do
it right,
Jax
.” Jaxon lifted me
up off of the couch and hefted me against his body, up into his arms. I laughed
as he carried me from the couch and onto the bed—I hadn’t expected him to take
me quite so literally as that. Jaxon dropped me onto the bed carefully and then
the next moment he was covering his body with my own, touching me everywhere
while I kissed his lips, the column of his throat. He was burning up with heat,
driving me crazy with it—I wanted him so much that for the time being, I had to
agree with him; I didn’t give a good goddamn what happened next either.

Jaxon pulled and tugged at the hem of my shirt,
dragging it past my breasts and over my head and tossing it off to the side
without even looking to see where it went. He buried his face against me, nuzzling
my cleavage and then kissing until he came to one of my nipples. I moaned out
as Jaxon latched on, sucking and licking, sending tingling little jolts of
electric sensation straight from my breast to my pussy, making me soaking wet,
making my inner walls tighten and flex with need. He switched from one breast
to another, his tongue lapping against me. I was trembling; my hands moved over
him and my nails dug into his skin. I writhed as Jaxon moved back and forth,
teasing me relentlessly, turning me on more and more and more.

He broke away and moved his lips back up along my
chest, dragging them along the column of my throat until he met my mouth once
more. Jaxon kissed me hungrily as his hands moved down to my pajama pants. He
hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged them down over my hips; I
slithered out of them, kicking them down my legs. Jaxon’s fingers slid along my
skin, up from my knees, along my inner thighs, teasing me until I could hardly
stand it anymore. He spread my soaking wet labia and then he was stroking me,
his touch feather-light against my inner folds, teasing me once more. “Fuck,
Jax
,” I said, panting already, my body on fire, my brain
full of how much I needed more. “If you don’t stop teasing me I will shove you
out of this bed.” Jaxon laughed, nibbling at my neck, and his fingers pressed
against me more firmly.

Jaxon found my clit by touch and I moaned, pushing
my hips down to meet his fingers, wanting even better contact. It was every bit
as good as I’d remembered; he rubbed me in tight little circles, his fingertips
swirling around the little bead of nerves, sending electric crackles of
pleasure through every nerve in my body and making me wetter and wetter. “
Mmm
, God, you’re just as wet and hot as I remembered. Fuck,
Mia. How’d I ever stay away?” I shook my head. I had no idea. No idea how
either of us had managed to stay away.

Jaxon started to kiss a path down along my body,
starting at my lips, trailing over my throat, lingering at my breasts for a
long time to tease my nipples once more with his tongue,
flickering
it across the tender nubs while his fingers worked me. He stroked and teased,
backing off of my clit and then pressing against it harder, making me moan out
in the near-stillness of my room, not even caring if I was loud, not caring if
anyone heard me. He nuzzled at my hips and I could feel my skin crawling with
anticipation—I knew exactly where he was going, what he was about to do.
Instead of giving me what I wanted, he bypassed my pussy altogether and began to
nip and nibble at my inner thighs, sweeping his tongue across my sensitive skin
and teasing me until I was sure I couldn’t take any more. I threaded my fingers
in his hair, I pushed my hips down,
I
was on the verge
of begging him to just do it already.

Finally, he buried his face against me, nuzzling
deep against my soaking wet pussy, licking at my inner labia while I shivered
and arched up off of the bed with relief. Jaxon worked me with his lips and
tongue, getting tantalizingly close to my clit and then backing off, plunging
the tip of his tongue deep inside of me and wriggling it around, tasting me as
if I was melting snow against his mouth. I moaned out over and over again,
writhing and twisting on the bed, grabbing at his shoulders and his head. It felt
so good—but I had to have more. I could feel Jaxon’s hard cock pressing at me,
straining at the fabric of his boxers, hot and heavy against my leg as he
sucked and licked, working his way up from the well of my pussy to my clit and
then back down again, never quite hitting the spot that I wanted the most.
“Fuck!” I cried out, tugging at his hair and pushing my hips down. “You…are
never…allowed to call me a tease…again.” I was panting, gasping for breath, my
whole body on edge as I got closer and closer to orgasm.