Wrecked: A Stepbrother Romance Novel (12 page)

“Trey,” we said at the exact same time.

When our eyes met and he sensed my confusion, he gave me a tight smile.

“It’s kind of hard to forget the name of the asshole you chose over me.”

“I didn’t. Choose him, I mean. I chose no one.”

The look he gave me was a mixture of disbelief and annoyance, but I continued before he could comment.

“That night when you walked inside, I just sat on the steps and cried. I never even saw him again. I was just.... I don’t really know how to explain it. I was just so hell-bent on the thought that you being my stepbrother meant we couldn’t ever really work out. I thought it’d be easier to put distance between us than to be completely heartbroken when it all inevitably came crashing down.”

“And what made you so sure it wouldn’t work out? Did you ever once stop to think about how
I
felt about it?”

The tension was starting to rise and I hadn’t said anywhere near what I wanted to say, so I attempted to redirect.

“Brandon, we can sit here all night and talk about the stupidity of my actions in the past, or we can just skip it and think about how things are right
now
. There’s nothing I can say to make up for it other than I’m sorry. I’m
so
sorry for every fucked up thing I said and did when we were teenagers, but sitting here with you right now… I can’t help but to think that maybe it was supposed to go down like this.”

The look on his face was pained, but it eventually melted into acceptance. He nodded in agreement as he said, “Maybe you’re right. The question is—What now?”

“That’s really up to you. I... I’d like to try,” I said, holding my breath once I finished speaking. It wasn’t eloquent in the least, but the way he was staring into my eyes was making all of the words I had so carefully planned to say fly right out of my mind.

“Try what? You mean... dating?”

I smiled, laughing lightly as I said, “I think we kind of already
have
dated. Or at least it feels that way. I meant more like trying to be a real, legitimate couple.”

Brandon pushed himself into an upright position, reaching out to grip my shoulder both for support and to keep me from squirming away. He gazed at me with a seriousness he usually reserved for work or Shaw and I swallowed hard.

“Why me?” he asked quietly, tipping his head to the side while he studied my face. “A woman like you could have her pick. So why haven’t you settled down yet? Why did you even agree to come here?”

“Because I’m in love with you.”

E
verything seemed
to freeze all at once before he abruptly sprung into action. He yanked me forward and the suddenness of the movement sent me flying—ending up with me sprawled over his chest while he laid back over the blanket. I didn’t miss his wince of pain from the rough landing, but he didn’t even bother to acknowledge it.

Instead, he cupped my cheek and roughly brought our lips together— pouring out years of pent up emotions into our kiss. I mirrored his movements, letting my own feelings flood out of me until I could feel a few happy tears rolling down my cheeks.

He ended the kiss when he felt them and opened his eyes to look up at me with concern. As he brushed the tear-tracks away with the pads of his thumbs he whispered, “I love you, too. Fuck, I’ve always loved you.”

“I sense a
but
coming,” I tried to joke, but ended up sounding completely gutted.

“
But
… I can’t do this if you have any doubts about us. After high school, I dived head-first into work to distract myself from thinking about you. Eventually, the company picked up steam and I was able to hire staff to carry some of the weight, so I used my free time at the gym. But I never bothered to make time for women beyond the occasional first date that never went anywhere. It just felt... wrong.”

“Does this feel wrong to you?” I asked, a little afraid of the answer.

“No. Nothing has ever felt so right,” he replied with a smile as he brushed the stray hair out of my face. “But I want this feeling to last beyond tonight.”

“So do I,” I assured him.

“So you’re in this for real? We’re really doing this?”

“I really,
really
want to. I love you,” I told him, my voice cracking with emotion even though I was smiling right along with him.

“I love you, Vanessa,” he whispered against my lips before pressing them firmly together.

He relaxed back against the blanket and I allowed my body to relax, trusting that he would let me know if I was too heavy or if I rubbed against him the wrong way. This time, the kiss was slow and tender— a promise of all the things yet to come. We stayed locked in that position as the sun went down and when it started to get dark on the beach, I decided to ramp up the heat.

I carefully wriggled until my dress rode up my thighs, then slipped downwards just enough to comfortably rest my knees on either side of his hips. He moaned against my lips when I rubbed our lower bodies together and his hardness pressed exactly where I wanted him, only separated by his slacks and the flimsy material of my underwear.

When he didn’t stop me, I took it as a sign that I was free to continue. I started rolling my hips in a steady rhythm, his breathing speeding up the longer I continued.

Our kiss eventually became sporadic—Brandon too distracted by the feel of my body writhing against his to keep up—so I pushed myself up to a sitting position and allowed my hands to begin exploring the hard planes of his chest.

“Vanessa, stop,” he begged, his voice strained. “Please.”

I stopped my hips from rolling but started undoing the top buttons of his shirt, sliding my fingers beneath the fabric and enjoying the feeling of his skin on mine while he got himself under control. While I knew that I should have been taking it slow considering this was his first time, my body was desperate to have him as soon as possible.

It took another few minutes of heated kisses before I managed to subdue my own desires and breathlessly ask, “Bed?”

“Fuck yes.”

While it seemed like such a good idea at the time, I cursed myself for telling him to leave the cane in the house as we moved to get up. The rational part of my mind questioned whether it was even safe to be doing this at all in his condition, but I felt confident in my knowledge of what to avoid doing so we wouldn’t irritate the wound.

Brandon leaned on me again and I couldn’t help but to look down, smirking at the sight of his very impressive length straining hard against the confines of his slacks. It certainly felt big against me and seeing it now just made it all the more obvious.

“What are you smirking about?” he grumbled as we half-walked, half-limped up to the house.

“The fact that you’re so obviously packing. I
knew
it.”

He shot me a cheeky grin as he said, “So that’s why you want me, huh? It’s not the money at all—you just want my big dick.”

I knew he was only trying to get a rise out of me, but he obviously didn’t consider the possibility that I would fire back. He was forced to stop walking when I did and he looked down at me with a confused frown.

With a coy smile, I leaned up to his ear and whispered, “Even though I
really
want your big cock deep inside of me... I want all the rest of you, too.”

When I backed away to continue our trek up to the house, his eyes were closed and his jaw had gone slightly slack. I felt rather proud over my ability to affect him so much, but it also turned me on even more. I gently prodded at his back and jerked my chin towards the house.

“Come on, we’re almost there.”

“Thank fuck,” he grunted.

When we finally got inside, he immediately reached for the cane. Because of his practice, he was able to move a lot faster with that than by using me as a crutch and although he was reluctant to let go of me, I compensated by hooking a finger into the waistband of his pants and gently pulling him forward.

“Your room or mine?”

“Mine. I want you in
my
bed,” he practically growled, the sound and the sight of his intense gaze sending waves of heat shooting through my body.

I gave up walking backwards the instant we had to round a corner, but made sure to stay close to Brandon as we made our way to his bedroom. I could tell that he was pushing his leg to the limit and was worried about the consequences, but he didn’t seem to care either way. When we finally made it to his door, I stepped through the doorway and turned around to find him lingering at the threshold.

“Second thoughts?” I asked, keeping my voice light even though I was silently praying that he hadn’t.

“No I just... I have no idea how to do this. Especially not with this thing,” he admitted, tapping the cane lightly on the ground. “Maybe we should wait until I’m fully healed.”

“We can wait if you really want to, but I promise it’s doable. You just have to trust me and follow my lead.”

There was a brief moment of indecision before he stepped forward and nodded.

“I trust you. Just tell me what to do.”

“Sit on the edge of the bed.”

Brandon swallowed hard and did as instructed, giving me a moment to mentally compose myself without the weight of his gaze on me. When the footsteps stopped, I turned around and slowly walked towards him, swinging my hips just a fraction more than was necessary in the hope of appearing sultry. If the moistening of his lips was anything to go by, I succeeded.

“Can I touch you?” he asked breathlessly as I propped a knee up beside him. His hands lifted into the air and lingered over my hips almost like he was afraid I’d be offended if he allowed himself to touch without my permission.

“Of course. But let me finish getting your shirt off first.”

His head jerked up and down and his hands drifted back, giving me an even better view as I finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. The sight was one I’d seen during his care, but it was far different than seeing it like this. Like it was all for
me.

And in a way, it kind of was. No one had touched him this way before and if I had any say in the matter, no one besides me would ever get the chance to.

Since he was already propped on his elbows, I used the opportunity to run my hands over his chest and push him even further back, leaning over his body and pressing a series of kisses along his stomach and up his chest. It was rising and falling heavily by the time my tongue touched one of his nipples and he shuddered hard at the contact before weaving a hand into my hair and pulling me upwards.

Excited by him taking a measure of control in an area he was so obviously unsure about, I allowed him to pull me up until our faces were level and kissed him until we were both panting. I trailed my lips down his jaw and his neck, grazing my teeth over the skin and biting down until he gasped.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” he groaned when I switched to sucking on the skin. “Wanted you for so long.”

I smiled and backed away until I was standing in front of him once again. He let out a low sound of disappointment until I turned around and craned my head back to shoot him a saucy grin.

“Unzip me?”

He shot up like a rocket and immediately went for the zipper of my dress, his brow furrowing in concentration as he struggled to get it down with his shaky hands. I held it up from the front until the zipper was all the way down, then let it fall to the floor in a puddle of green satin.

His breath hitched when I turned and exposed my body to his hungry eyes, clad only in a pair of panties.

“Jesus, Vanessa. You’re fucking perfect.”

There was something like astonishment in his tone and it made me feel like some kind of goddess, but his laser-sharp focus on my breasts was almost enough to make me laugh. I just barely managed to bite it back before I bent down to reach for his hands, bringing them up to place them where his attention was riveted.

“Touch me.”

It was like those two simple words flipped some sort of switch inside him. He sprung forward until he was barely seated on the edge of the bed and wrapped one arm around my back, dragging me forward until his mouth was able to reach with ease.

His hand was tentative on one breast, but his mouth attacked the other like I was the greatest thing he’d ever tasted and he couldn’t get enough. His tongue flicked back and forth over my tight nipple and he alternated between sucking and biting, sending me into a frenzy of lust.

I pulled back and directed him to the other side before he even had a chance to react and he gave it the exact same treatment. I subtly maneuvered us until he was scooting back up the bed—just far enough for me to be able to put my knees up and straddle him again.

When I started rubbing myself against him, he finally let go of my nipple with a noisy pop. His eyes were hooded with lust when he looked up at me and the desire just to rip his pants off right then and guide him into me was almost too strong to fight.

Which was an absolutely
perfect
moment for the responsible part of my brain to chime in.

“Do you have condoms?” I asked, praying to all things that were holy that he for some fucking reason had the foresight or the hope to see this happening back when he invited me.

“No,” he admitted with a heavy sigh.

The harsh slap of reality was more effective than a cold shower to my libido. I wasn’t on the pill and even if I had been, I was a
nurse
. There was no way I would risk getting pregnant by having unprotected sex—not even with as desperately as I wanted Brandon.

Maybe we’d eventually get to that point, but it certainly wasn’t going to be today. We had just gotten to a good place for the first time in over a decade. A baby was
definitely
not what we needed right now.

But being on a private island meant that a quick trip to the corner store was pretty much out of the question.

“Oh my
god
,” I groaned, pushing myself off of him and going back to standing at the foot of the bed. “I can’t believe this.”

Brandon looked disappointed, but more in himself for not thinking about protection than anything else. Even though my moment was pretty much ruined, one glance at the front of his slacks told me that he was still ready to go.

As soon as I saw the bulge, I was reminded that there were still plenty of things that I could do for him—first times I could give him that didn’t require a condom.

“Lie back,” I commanded, arching an eyebrow when he just gave me a confused stare.

“I really don’t think we should—”

“We aren’t,” I said with a grin as I pushed him down by his shoulders.

I was already working his belt off and tossing it to the floor when it finally clicked and he raised his head to look at me with wide, nervous eyes.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Just shut up and enjoy it,” I said with a chuckle as I unzipped his fly. “You might want to move up a little though.”

Brandon followed my suggestion and I hooked my thumbs into the belt loops, causing him to slide right out of his pants. The pair of designer briefs he was wearing were incredibly sexy and I took a long moment just to stare at him in all his masculine glory before I bent over and reached for the elastic waistband.

We both held our breaths as I pulled them down his feet and threw them to the side, then looked back at the sight of his bare cock bobbing up to leave a wet spot of precum on his abdomen.

I had never been more happy to be right. He was packing all right—packing the biggest cock I’d ever had the pleasure of seeing up close and personal like this. My arousal returned full-force, but I wasn’t going to stray from my mission.

Tonight would be just for him and tomorrow, I’d call the fucking pizza delivery guy personally and beg him to bring over condoms. Hell, I’d call
Shaw
if I had to.

I crawled up Brandon’s body and took a second to glance at his face, checking to make sure he wasn’t freaking out before I got too handsy. He was clearly excited about what was about to happen, but there were still signs of unease written all over his face.

“You all right?” I asked as I gently stroked the tops of his muscular thighs.

“Just a little embarrassed,” he admitted with a short burst of laughter, nervously reaching up to scrub a hand over his jaw. “I can already tell you this isn’t going to take long.”

“I’d be offended if it did,” I joked, returning the smile he directed up at me. As much as I enjoyed going down on men, I was always kind of grateful when they didn’t last long during blow jobs. Less jaw pain.

When he nodded at me to continue I soothingly whispered, “Just
relax
.”