Bad Boy - A Stepbrother Romance (49 page)

I’m grinning at her, shaking my head.

“Let’s dance, Katelyn?” I ask her, my heart starting to thump in tune to the music. My friend agrees with a vigorous nod, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the dance floor.

In minutes, we’re dancing our butts off. Finally, I get the feeling of being completely lost in the music. My body is seemingly moving of its own accord; I’m swaying my hips and loving the feel of the cool air-conditioning in the club on my sweaty skin.

It’s packed in here, but not so badly to make me want to leave. I’m actually having fun as Katelyn and I spin around the dance floor. I don’t care who’s looking; I just want to have fun.

So I lose myself in the music… For a few minutes, or maybe hours. Who knows?

Finally, I wake up from my alcohol-and-music induced trance, looking up towards the entrance of the club. And right away, my eyes connect with a face I’m most excited to see here tonight.

Adam is standing right at the entrance, his eyes glued to mine like he’s being pulled towards me by some kind of invisible force. I’m still swaying my hips, unable to stop responding to the music as his gaze drinks in my curves.

I bite my bottom lip gently, wishing it was Adam’s mouth doing it instead. Slowly, my gaze travels down his body, taking in his appearance.

He’s not wearing a chef’s coat, but instead a V-neck tee that reveals his ripped, tatted biceps. So fucking hot it’s making my breath catch in my throat. God, I want him. I want him so fucking badly.

My eyes travel back to his face and he grins at me devilishly, like he has some seriously evil plans for me in store. With purpose, he steps in my direction, walking over to me like a predator.

And this time around, I wouldn’t mind being the prey one little bit.

She’s stunning. Beauty in its purest form, and that dress, goddammit…that dress is going to be the end of me.

I was supposed to play it cool tonight, but as soon as I spot her at the club, lost in her element on the dance floor, I know I won’t be able to hold myself back. Her eyes are filled with lust and hazy from the drinks she’s probably had, and two fierce needs mix in my heart.

One, to protect her from anyone wanting to take advantage of her tonight.

And the other, to fuck Tessa Silver while she begs me to come.

Hopefully I can take care of both of those things at once, but since I’m the very danger she’s facing tonight, it might be a difficult task to accomplish.

I stride over to her, full of intent. She’s still swaying her hips and it takes all the willpower I have in my body to not imagine her grinding those curves against my rock-hard cock. Speaking of which, I need to rearrange my jeans, otherwise it’s going to be even more plainly obvious what kind of feelings I have for Tessa.

“Hello, sweetheart,” I greet her in a low growl.

Tess raises her lusty eyes to mine and leans forward… Fuck me, how am I supposed to resist her in this state?

Her arms wrap around my neck in a hug, a little too close for stepsiblings. She’s pressed her body right against mine, and I can feel her against me. God, it feels good. If I had a choice, I would never let her get away. She’d be stuck to me forever, just so I could inhale the sweet scent of her perfume, feel her long nails on the back of my neck.

“Glad you could make it,” she purrs, her voice alone so sexy it immediately makes me want to check if she followed up with my request. But I better control myself, or I’ll scare her off.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” I say solemnly and she moves away a little, her arms still around my neck. My eyes travel over her body, her breasts pressed tightly against the fabric of the dress, so beautiful and perky.

Fuck me, this is going to be a long night.

“I’ve been waiting for you to show up,” Tessa whispers in my ear, and my cock twitches at the sound of those words. Surprised, she looks at the point where we’re touching, and I know she just felt how hard I am, my erection straining against the fabric of my jeans.

Tessa’s eyes travel back to mine and she smiles seductively. I’m losing my mind over here. I need someone to rescue me pronto, or I’m going to take advantage of her… Right. The fuck. Now.

Desperately, I raise my eyes until they meet a familiar face. Thankfully, I land on Alec just as Tessa nuzzles my neck. I can’t help the groan that escapes my lips, and my eyes beg Alec to come help me out with the situation.

The big man is over in a few seconds, greeting me with a bang and making Tessa step away so he can clap me on the back. She looks sulky and I can’t help but share the sentiment. Gotta say, having a hot brunette wrapped around me definitely beats Alec’s huge frame – no offense to my bro.

“I wanna dance, Adam!” Tessa quips excitedly, trying to duck past Alec and drag me to the dance floor. I’m laughing nervously, totally scared by the idea, because my dick is already set to explode.

Bex comes to the rescue along with Alec, and all four of us head to the dance floor. I risk another look at my stepsister and regret it almost immediately.

That goddamn dress isn’t helping much. It’s skintight and bright red, and I feel like a fucking bull raging to strip it off her. Her ass is swaying in tune with the music, and she’s dancing like she has no inhibitions in the world. My sweet Tessa, who used to be self-conscious about the smallest of things, is now completely lost in the music.

I love it, but I don’t love the fact that I shouldn’t touch her, because my whole body is yearning to have her in my arms.

The DJ changes the tune to something faster, some kind of electronic song. It’s not my kind of music, but it definitely gets my blood pumping in areas beside my cock.

I let Tessa drag me closer and try to loosen up while staying on full alert, which sounds about as logical as putting salt in your coffee instead of sugar. But I somehow manage to keep my cock in my pants as I dance with the most beautiful girl in the whole club.

She’s grinding against me with her ass, and I’m losing my mind. Her perky tits are in my face one moment, and the next thing I know, she’s grinding on me with her sexy hips. Fuck me, this is hard. My poor dick isn’t going to recover for weeks after this debacle… Especially since I haven’t had sex since Tessa showed up on my doorstep.

I’ve been dating a bit, seeing girls here and there, but mostly it’s been all about one night stands for me. I just couldn’t commit to a relationship knowing my mind was totally stuck on a different girl. So I didn’t want to do them an injustice… Felt better to fuck ‘em and leave ‘em.

No one complained, either.

But having the girl I’ve been in love with for years grinding against me on the dance floor is almost too much for me to handle. I’ve been holding back for such a fucking long time, and if I don’t get her soon, I’m going to explode.

So I let myself have a little feel, instantly knowing it was both the best and the worst decision in the world.

My hands travel to Tessa’s hips and I pull her in, my blood rushing through my veins as she gives me a lust-filled look. She’s so beautiful, wild and uninhibited. I just want to drag her back home and show her what she’s been missing all these years.

The music is loud and booming and Tessa is dancing sensually. My mind is spinning, and I haven’t had a single drink yet… Which gives me an awful, awful idea.

Alcohol. It makes thing better, right?

Sometimes?

Okay, never… But still, I’m at a club with a raging boner, the girl of my dreams basically begging my cock to fuck her, and I need something to calm me down.

“I need a drink,” I tell Tessa, shouting over the music, and her eyes sparkle with excitement.

“Shots?” she asks excitedly, and I find myself nodding, even though it’s probably the worst thing in the world for me right now.

We head towards the bar and as we’re walking, Tessa’s fingers twine with mine. Shocked, I look at our hands and she just gives me the sweetest fucking smile, making me melt inside. Fuck, this girl is going to be the end of me.

We meet up with some other people at the bar, including the birthday girl, Katelyn, who is totally hammered. She’s a short distraction, at least, babbling about some boy band member and claiming he’s the love of her life.

Bex shows up next to us along with Alec and they look a little out of breath. I give them a strange look but Alec won’t meet my eye, and Bex is busy chattering with my stepsister. Finally, she raises her eyes to mine and gives me the most devilish look in the world.

I know Bex pretty well, and that look doesn’t mean anything good. I’m about to get fucked… unfortunately, not by my stunning Tessa.

“Adam,” Bex shouts over the music. “You wanna do some shots?”

“Yeah,” I say doubtfully, already pretty sure she has some devious plan in store for me, but she just nods and shows us to the table where everyone else is sitting, telling us to meet her there with the drinks.

I take Tessa’s hand of my own accord this time around, leading her towards the table. She’s drunk, but not totally hammered, and she can still walk in the sky-high heels she’s wearing.

Total fuck-me heels, which are really not helping with the bulge in my pants.

Tessa sits down on the couch and I speak to one of the waiters at the restaurant. My staff and I actually hang out a lot after hours, and I really like that. Makes me feel like I know each and every one of them, and I really feel like we’re a family. They’re all good people; something that’s really important to me when I’m working in a team.

Moments later, Bex and Alec show up with a platter of drinks, and Bex gives me the most evil look… I should’ve known she’d get me in trouble one more time.

Tessa springs up on wobbly legs, shrieking with excitement when she sees all the shot glasses, but Bex tuts at her and triumphantly tells us what she’s up to… finally.

“These are body shots,” she says victoriously, while people around us cheer. “Who wants to go first?”

“Me, me, me!” Tessa shouts excitedly, giggling out loud, and my face probably gets ghostly white, because I can feel the blood draining from it.

I swear to God, if Bex makes some other dude take body shots off of Tessa, I might murder her. And the guy too, obviously. I shoot Alec a warning look, but he just grins at me, and I know more trouble is in store for me.

“Okay, Tessa first,” Bex says innocently and Tessa lines up excitedly like she’s going to get some kind of present for volunteering. “Who do you want to go with, Tessa?”

Tessa’s eyes roam the room and fixate on mine right away. Why didn’t I look away?

Because I fucking want this, too, that’s why.

“Adam,” she breathes and my heart nearly bursts out of my chest.

“Okay,” Bex says triumphantly, giving me a victorious look like she just proved me wrong. I’m probably going to murder her tomorrow, but for now, I’m too fucking excited.

“Come over here, Tess, lie on the couch,” Bex beckons my stepsister over, and Tess approaches her obediently. Bex makes her lie on the couch, thinking about where to position her body shot stuff, or as I like to think of it, her devices of evil. “It’s tequila, so we’re doing salt, shots and lime.”

“But I’m wearing a dress,” Tessa complains weakly from her prone position. “How are we doing this?”

Bex thinks through her plan and as soon as I see her devious smile, I know this is about to get fucked up. She gets her supplies, putting a pinch of salt right at the spot where Tessa’s dress ends. It’s on her upper thigh and if I have to lick that…

Fuck, I’ll probably be a goner. A man can only resist so much.

Bex hands me a shot of tequila and places a wedge of lime between Tessa’s willing lips, and just seeing her part her mouth makes my mind spin in circles.

Finally, my friends step away and start to cheer me on in tune to the music. I’m pretty much doomed, I realize darkly, but my heart is beating excitedly nonetheless.

“Do it! Do it!” the crowd chants, and Tessa gives me the most lust-filled look I’ve ever seen on her, and fuck me, I’m not going to say no to this, as bad as it will make me feel tomorrow. I’m a red-blooded man, for fuck’s sake, not a priest.

I crouch next to Tessa, looking at her eyes for confirmation. They’re sparkling with mischief, and before I can stop myself, my mouth is on her thigh and I’m licking the salt off her hot, tanned skin.

Fuck, she tastes good. So fucking good.

The salt mixes with the sweet flavor of Tessa’s skin as I lick her, her legs quivering under my mouth. I wish I could spend an eternity right there, between her legs, but everyone’s cheering me on.

I raise the shot to my lips, swigging back the tequila, and finally I move up to Tessa’s face, my heart beating erratically, my mouth still filled with so many different tastes.

I lean over her, clasping her hands on both sides of her body and looking her right in the eye. The world stops still for a moment as we gaze into one another’s eyes.

I’ve waited so long for this. So fucking long. I’m not about to let her go now.

Slowly, I lean down against her body, the dog tags I’m wearing dangling above us. I take the lime from her lips, just briefly tasting her sweet mouth. And then I can’t fucking hold back any longer.

I don’t care about the goddamned shot, or the people watching us, or how inappropriate all of this is. I grab the back of Tessa’s neck, and she’s more than happy to yield to my request, raising her lips to meet mine in the wildest kiss I’ve ever had in my life.

Our need is primal, our mouths demanding as we descend upon one another. I fill her mouth with my tongue, and Tessa is gasping into mine, begging me for more and whispering my name.

Any man would be a fucking goner, and I’m basically done. I turn into a caveman like I have in her presence so many times before, and I grab her ass and lift her from the couch until she’s off it and in my lap.

I’m pretty sure the rest of our coworkers have stopped cheering and scattered around the club, because we’re alone at the table. Thank fuck, because I’ve finally had enough. I need Tessa, and I need her right now.

I sit on the couch, positioning her on my lap, our mouths still entwined in the passionate kiss. She’s going wild, sucking and biting on my bottom lip, and ragged breaths escape my mouth as she taunts me with her delicious sweet lips.

This is undoubtedly the best moment of my life, and I want to savor the sweetness while it lasts, because I’m fully aware I’ll have to go back to the real world the next day.

Tessa’s grinding against me and I remember our talk via text message earlier that day. My fingers dig into her thigh, realizing her pussy is only inches away from my cock. It’s making my dick twitch wildly, and I wish I could take her on the spot.

Tessa seems to be thinking something along the same lines.

“You didn’t do what you promised,” she whispers in my ear, her breathing ragged as her mouth slides down my neck, biting softly into my sensitive skin.

“Thought this wasn’t the best place,” I say lamely. I seriously can’t come up with a better excuse; my mind is flooded with thoughts of Tessa, the feel of her skin against mine. “But did you remember to keep your promise, sweetheart?”