Bad Boy - A Stepbrother Romance (50 page)

She moans against my mouth, taking a look around us. We’re completely alone in our area; everyone else is yards away, letting it all out on the dance floor. Tessa takes my hand and my fingers shake as she puts it on her thigh, pushing me upper and deeper.

My fingers meet her swollen lips, plump and ripe with desire for me. She’s soaking wet for me already, and she kept her fucking promise… she’s not wearing her panties. Tessa is totally naked under her dress, her beautiful pussy literally at my fingertips.

I’m breathing hard as my mouth descends upon hers again. We’re playing a tricky game here, and I know I can’t be too obvious or everyone will realize exactly what we’re doing. For now, we look just like a regular couple making out on the couch…but I want to take it a step further.

My pointer finger circles her swollen lips and she begs for more. I can’t fucking hold on any longer, and I push a finger inside her pussy, loving the delicious sound her wet lips make when she makes way for me.

“Adam,” she moans against my mouth.

“Shhh,” I whisper, begging her to keep quiet. I can’t fucking stop, and I don’t want anyone to see. I need to keep going. “Quiet, sweetheart, or someone will see how bad you’re being.”

“More, please,” she breathes, begging me for another push of my fingers. I obey because I am a weak-minded man and I can’t say no to Tessa Silver.

I plunge another finger inside her and she shakes in my arms uncontrollably, throwing her head back – the perfect opportunity for me to kiss her long, slender neck. My cock is about to explode through my jeans, the zipper rubbing me every wrong way possible as she grinds against me.

With two fingers inside her pussy, I reach for her clit with another one. She’s shaved bare, beautifully bare. I circle her clit and Tess whispers my name over and over again. She’s begging for more, fucking begging. What kind of man could resist this vixen?

I pump inside her and she wraps her arms around my neck, squeezing hard and pushing her perky breasts against my face. I want to strip her naked and have her on the fucking bar. I want her right. The fuck. Now.

I’m teasing her clit with two fingers now, circling, pinching and bringing her to thrash in my arms wildly. I hope it looks like she’s dancing. At least the music’s loud enough to hide our loud breathing, the curse words rolling off her sweet lips as I bring her higher and higher.

“Adam, please, I fucking can’t,” she says with ragged breaths, burying her head in my shoulder as I fuck her with my fingers. “I can’t hold on any longer.”

“Come on my fingers, Tessa,” I order her, and she shakes all over with the combination of my words and what I’m doing. “Come on, dirty girl. And be quiet, sweetheart, you gotta be quiet.”

She’s whimpering now, and with a final thrust on my fingers I can feel her pussy tightening around me, just tethering on the edge and ready to come for me. Finally, she clenches so hard I feel like I won’t be able to move away, and then she’s coming, waves of pleasure rolling off her like a thick, musky scent as she breathes my name in my ear again and again.

“Fuck, Adam,” she breathes heavily. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“That’s right, baby doll,” I tell her heavily, feeling like I’m going to pass out because of my fucking boner alone. She’s got me so hard I’m about to throw her over my shoulder like a Neanderthal and take her back home, fuck her raw. “You’ve been so good… Came nice and hard for me.”

She’s totally worn out, and she sags like a ragdoll in my arms. It’s making me smile, but my cock is still begging to let me fuck her. I want her so goddamn badly. I’m going to have the worst blue balls in a minute.

“Adam, take me home,” she begs in her raspy post-orgasm breath. “Take me to your bed, I want to sleep next to you, baby.”

She’s a little delirious, tired, a bit drunk and totally sleepy. It makes me feel more protective than horny, and thank fuck for that, because my dick finally starts to go a little softer.

“I’ll take you home, sweetheart,” I tell her.

I intend to fulfill my promise this time around, so I carefully get up with her in my lap, making sure to cover her up so she’s decent. I hope there’s no wet spot on her dress, but I’m covering it up as I carry her towards the exit anyway.

I grab her purse from Bex on the way out and she gives me a serious look, which I promptly ignore. Alec quickly asks if I need anything, but I just shake my head, giving him a grateful smile.

Then, I carry Tessa outside of the club into the balmy night. The night air feels damn good against my scorched skin, and Tessa is a light weight to bear.

I call a cab with one hand, realizing Tessa’s totally comatose in my arms. It’s kind of sweet, though I could do without the drooling on my shoulder. Still, pretty adorable.

The cab comes pretty fast, and I sit with Tessa in the back. We’re home in a matter of minutes, and I don’t have the fucking heart to wake up the sleeping beauty, so I pay the guy and carry her inside the house.

Dilemma. Do I put her in my room or the guest bedroom?

Tessa decides to solve the question for me.

“Your bed, please,” she whispers gently, the darkness in the house enveloping us like a thick, heavy blanket. “I wanna sleep next to you, Adam, please – let me?”

I can’t fucking say no to that, can I?

So I carry Tess back to my room, gently putting her on my bed and covering her with the duvet. She looks so damn good in my big bed, like she’s exactly where she belongs. My heart swells with love for this girl, a love which I’ve been resisting for as long as I can remember, a love that is now back in full force. I don’t think I’ll be able to hide my feelings for much longer. I want her… I want Tessa Silver, every day for the rest of my life.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” I whisper, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. I’m sure she’s asleep, but then she grabs my t-shirt, pulling me in.

“Stay,” she asks me sleepily. “Sleep next to me, please Adam. I wanna be next to you tonight, please. Please let me.”

And I’m not going to say no to that, so I lie down next to her, jeans and all. I don’t want Tessa to wake up and find me half naked next to her, especially if she ends up regretting what happened in the club. We were both a little drunk, but she wasn’t totally hammered. I made sure she knew what she was doing…

I would’ve never been able to forgive myself if I took advantage of her.

She cuddles up in my arms, her head resting in the crook of my arm, and it’s the best goddamned feeling in the world. Something I’ve thought plenty of times today, but it just keeps getting better with Tessa… beautiful, sweet Tessa.

I feel myself drifting off to sleep, even though I want to stay awake all night just to savor her presence next to me. Tessa’s already breathing heavily, dozing off in the land of slumber. So I’m sure she can’t hear me when I whisper in her ear.

“Don’t leave me, Tess,” I beg her softly. “Don’t ever go away again.”

5 years ago

Ever since Adam’s college acceptance letter, I’ve refused to speak to him. I don’t even bother during our family meals together, even though I know it’s really upsetting our parents. But frankly, I just don’t give a crap. I’m hurting too much to think about what others are feeling.

Once again, we’re home alone today and I’m fairly certain Adam’s throwing a going away party. He’s probably going to leave in a few weeks’ time, which hurts more than I’d care to admit.

I’ve heard people in school mentioning Monroe’s giant bash, but I choose to ignore the rumors. He could’ve at least freaking asked me if I was okay with him having a party while my mom was gone. It’s my house, after all – more so than his.

But I don’t bring it up with him, not even once. Instead, I barricade myself in my room the day of the party, locking the door and scrutinizing my appearance once again in front of the mirror.

I’ve stripped to my bra and undies and I’m drinking in my body. It’s changed so much over the past few months. It’s filled out in certain places and I’ve lost all the puppy fat. My mom says it would’ve happened eventually anyway, and I shouldn’t put myself on these crazy diets. But what the hell does she know?

She’s not the one who was mocked and teased relentlessly every day at school.

I’m not one hundred percent pleased with what I see in the mirror, but I guess it will do for now. I get dressed again, picking out a nice outfit for no reason whatsoever.

Or maybe because noises are starting to come up from downstairs and I’m pretty sure the party is going to start any moment. I’m just picking the best time to storm downstairs and ruin everyone’s time.

I cuddle up on the bed with a nice book just when there’s a knock at the door. It could only be one person; someone I simultaneously don’t want to see and am craving to look at.

“Come in,” I groan, rolling my eyes when Adam walks through my door. He looks mildly irritated by my behavior, which makes me morbidly happy. At least I can still get a rise out of him.

“Hey, Tessa,” he says softly. “Just wanted to tell you I’m throwing a little shindig tonight. Thought you might wanna come downstairs and check it out.”

“Yeah, thanks but no thanks,” I say coldly, looking back at my book and pretending to read even though the words are dancing before my eyes. “Close the door on your way out, please.”

I can hear him hesitating, but finally, he sighs heavily and turns to leave, which hurts even more than having him argue with me. “Fine, have it your way.”

The door shuts with a heavy thud and I sink back into the bed, pretending I’m grossly immersed in my book. Truth be told, my mind is anywhere but the star-crossed lovers in Wuthering Heights.

Time is passing excruciatingly slowly, but I finally hear even more voices downstairs. Pretty soon, they turn into loud music, the thumping of bass reverberating through the walls of my bedroom.

My eyebrows are knitted together worriedly, my mouth set in a thin line. I’m fighting the instinct to go downstairs, hard. It might be easier for me to just stay in my room, be the princess in the high tower.

That is what I pretend to be until a drunken guy stumbles into my room.

“Tessa,” he slurs. It’s some guy from school, one of Adam’s jock friends. And he’s completely, totally drunk out of his mind.

“What the hell, Travis,” I hiss at him. “Would you mind getting out of my bedroom?”

“I would mind,” he says with a shit-eating grin. “I would mind very much, because I came here looking for you, Tess. Don’t you wanna talk to me for a little bit?”

“Nope,” I reply, getting up from my bed, my book forgotten. I cross my arms in front of my body protectively, giving him a hard look. “I’d rather you get lost and leave me to my book, thank you very much.”

“Tessa Silver,” Travis laughs out loud. This is the very guy who, up until Adam came along, didn’t even know my first name. Now he’s acting like we’ve been friends all along, the stupid jerk.

“I thought you’d be nicer to me… Don’t you know how many girls are dying to talk to me? I bet you’re one of them too, Tessa.”

“Hardly,” I reply with an eye roll, but he’s already started coming towards me. Right now I feel like he’s a predator out to get me, and I don’t much like being the hunted one. I take a step back, giving him a frightened look.

“Look, Travis, I’m really not in the mood to party. Why don’t you go downstairs? I’m sure you’ll have more fun with the people down there.”

“Nope, came here to see you,” he growls, and my heart starts beating faster as he advances on me. I feel like he’s going to pounce, take me down in a matter of seconds. And I’m feeling a little scared, because I don’t think I can escape him.

I make a mad dash for the door, but I’m too slow for Travis. I’ve almost reached the doorknob when he grabs my hips from behind, pulling me into his body.

Oh god oh god oh god.

I can still feel the music thumping through the walls, but it’s mixing with my own heartbeat until I’m not sure which is which anymore. Travis pulls me against him, and I can feel the hard contours of his body, his erection stiff against my butt.

I struggle hard to get away, try to push him off me, but he just laughs it off.

“Travis, get off of me,” I beg.

“Not a chance, baby,” he moans in my ear, his breath heavy with liquor he shouldn’t even be drinking. Neither of us is twenty-one, though I know Travis likes to get drunk on the weekends. Get drunk… and fuck his classmates.

I do not intend on being one of them, so I scream as loud as my lungs can manage.

Yet it sounds like a pathetic squeak, because Travis covers my mouth with his hand before I can make enough noise to alert anyone to my presence.

I feel the hot tears pricking my eyes as he drags me towards the bed, his grip firm on my body, like he’s never going to let go. I’m so scared I’m shaking all over like a leaf. I just want to get far away, away from Travis, Adam, my family and this goddamn party. I need to go-

The door flies open, hitting the wall with a loud thud. I look up, trying to bite Travis’ hand to get him off me with no effect.

Adam’s standing in the doorframe, looking like a freaking Avenger. All he needs is Captain America’s shield or Thor’s hammer, and he’d be all set. He looks murderous, his eyes like a summer sky getting ready for a storm.

“Let go of her, Prescott,” he snarls at Travis, his eyes locked on his friend, not even acknowledging my presence in the room. It shouldn’t bother me, but even in this moment where I’m completely helpless, I’m angry that Adam is treating me like I’m a gust of freaking wind.

Travis might be drunk, but he’s not stupid enough to disobey Adam. His arms falls down from my face and he moves backwards. Finally free, I whimper and move away, my heart still thumping from the horrible scare I’ve just had.

Adam doesn’t seem done though, even though Travis is already babbling an apology in his direction. He steps forward with purpose, looking confident as hell as his fist flies straight towards Travis’ jaw, connecting with bone with the loudest of crunches.

Travis curses out loud, his hand flying up to his face. His hand comes away empty, and he’s cursing like a sailor already.

“Goddammit, Monroe,” he says out loud. “You’ve gone and busted my jaw, you jackass!”

Adam’s not having any of it, stepping closer to Travis and gripping him by his shirt. I watch in shock as Travis’ feet lift from the ground. Adam’s going to kill him if he doesn’t watch out, I think, so frightened I can barely breathe.

“You don’t fucking touch her again, Prescott,” he tells him in an ice-cold voice. “I don’t even want to catch you giving her a goddamn look. Do you understand, you pig?”

Travis can only nod, because Adam’s holding him so tightly he can’t even open his mouth. Next thing I know, my stepbrother’s let go of his classmate and Travis tumbles to the floor. He leaves a red splatter of blood on my hardwood before stumbling out of the room, muttering curses and protectively holding his bleeding mouth.

And now it’s just Adam, my beating heart, and me.

He’s not waiting, not hesitating. He walks straight over to me, takes my face in his palms and kisses me so hard I can barely catch my breath.

My first kiss. My first kiss is happening, my mind screams at me, but then I cannot think any more. I’m too engulfed in Adam’s taste, his demanding mouth against mine, the passion he’s kissing me with.

It’s not a sweet kiss, not innocent, like a first kiss is supposed to be. Instead it’s telling me one thing and one thing only: I belong to Adam, now and forever. A part of me will always be his… Something I’ve known for a while now, but refused to admit.

One of his hands finds the small of my back and he pulls me in as I moan in his mouth, needing more than he can give me. I need to be closer, need to melt inside his mouth and stay glued to him like this forever. I fucking need it, cannot take another breath without Adam at my side.

Finally, he breaks away from the kiss and gives me a stern look, his eyes blazing with friendly fire.

“Do you get it now, Tessa?” he asks me, tipping my chin back. I flutter my eyelashes and look up at him, my mind swimming with a thousand consuming thoughts. “You’re mine, you’ve always been fucking mine. Don’t forget that, sweetheart.”

I’m shaking, begging him with my gaze not to let go. And he does what I silently ask.

This time around, I’m the one who initiates the kiss, stepping on my tiptoes and pressing a soft, innocent peck against his lips.

“Adam,” I breathe softly, my breath tickling Adam’s neck as I kiss him there, trying to reach a new level of intimacy I desperately need. “Don’t go, Adam, please.”

He stiffens under my touch and I can tell my begging is hurting him. But I’m just telling the truth. I know this is his going-away party, as much as I’ve tried to close my eyes from the truth. He’s going to leave.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he whispers in my hair, his lips soft against my ear. God, I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my life. I fucking want Adam Monroe, for the rest of my life.

Forget those gossiping girls.

Forget the fact we’re stepsiblings.

Forget it all until there’s just the two of us… Adam and me.

“I need to tell some people to leave,” Adam says with a hoarse voice, and I can see his cock straining against the jeans he’s wearing. Shit, it’s making me all kinds of curious, in ways I shouldn’t even be thinking about at my age. “Wait for me here, Tess?”

I nod numbly and he flashes me a grin, another kiss grazing my sore lips a second later. I’m shaking as he shuts the door and I collapse back on the bed.

Even though this has been the most eventful day of my teenage life so far, I can’t help but feel so tired, like every inch of my skin is hurting, every limb screaming out to be laid to rest, at least for a little while.

I manage to get on the bed, the soft thumping music in the background gently lulling me to sleep like a lullaby. I try to force myself to stay awake, but I can’t… My eyes flutter open one last time, but in moments, I’ve fallen asleep.

My dreams are filled with Adam Monroe… Kissing me like there’s nothing else in the world.

***

I wake up with a start, discovering a soft heap on top of my body. I soon realize it’s the old quilt I usually keep on my armchair, and slowly, the events of the previous night start trickling back into my memory.

Adam kissed me last night!

My mouth opens in a gasp which is soon replaced by a grin. But then my expression sours again as I remember I fell asleep before he made it back to the room. Goddammit, how could I have been so stupid? I should’ve put toothpicks under my eyelids if it helped me stay awake!

With a gentle smile, I realize Adam must’ve covered me up with the quilt as I slept. What a sweet gesture… perhaps not the one I’d been hoping for, but lovely nonetheless.

I need to see him, I realize with impending urgency, and my body feels a lot more alive when I step out of the bed and head for the door with my bedhead, PJs and all. I don’t care what I look like, I just need to see him again… Make sure last night wasn’t just another sweet dream with Adam Monroe in the main role.

I run down the stairs, my bare feet noisy on the creaky floor. I can already hear noises coming from downstairs and it makes me smile widely.

I walk into the kitchen, my nose leading me towards the yummy smell of pancakes. But as soon as I reach the door, I stop on the spot, disappointment probably plainly visible on my face.

My mom and stepdad are in the kitchen, chattering away as they make breakfast. Panicked, I look around but find every sign of the party completely gone. Adam must’ve cleaned everything up while I was sleeping, I think with relief.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” my mom greets me, and my mouth tenses as I realize she used a nickname Adam usually calls me.

“Morning,” I say apprehensively, still frozen to the spot. “Decided to come home early?”

“Well, we had to,” Mom says with a smile. “Wanted to see Adam off, you know? Too bad you were totally out of it honey, he sends his best. I’m sure he’ll email you from college sometime.”