Bad Boy - A Stepbrother Romance (51 page)

My mind is trying to take this all in, but I’m not quite getting it. What is she on about? Adam can’t be gone. He was here just a moment ago, kissing me. It’s my last memory before I fell asleep…after I’d asked him to stay with me.

“Adam’s…gone?” I ask, my voice shaky as I struggle to get the words out.

“Left an hour or so ago,” James says with a pleasant smile, like he hasn’t totally ruined my world with that single sentence. Like my life didn’t just crash around my feet.

Wordlessly, I turn and walk away, claiming I don’t feel all right. There’s one part of the truth, at least. I’ve been lying to everyone for long enough.

I robotically walk back upstairs and to my bedroom, getting right under the quilt.

He fucking left. He kissed me, made my life better for a moment, and then split. He mustn’t care about me at all, not even a little bit. He just did it for his own amusement.

My mouth tenses and I fight against the tears in my eyes.

Fuck you, Adam Monroe, I think angrily. Fuck you for leaving me, and fuck you for making me feel beautiful for once in my goddamned life. Fuck you for giving me the best moment of my life… And fuck you for taking it away in a single drive away from home.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

I don’t see her much the next few days, and it’s fucking torture. All I want is to wrap Tessa Silver in my arms and never let her get away again, but we’re so busy at the restaurant I barely catch a glimpse of my sweetheart.

But when I do…fuck, my heart actually swells with emotion, does all those things people tell you about, stuff I’d never thought I’d get to experience for myself. And it makes me grin like a stupid jackass, because I love feeling like this. Like there’s something warm and bubbly in the pit of my belly.

Finally, I manage to check out Tessa’s schedule and see she has an early day on the same day that I have a free one. My sous chef is going to take care of the restaurant and give me a well-deserved break…and I know just how to spend it.

On that Wednesday, I decide to go out to get the supplies, then make sure everything’s fucking perfect. I’ve messed this relationship up too many times, and for once, I’m intent on making it work at any cost.

I spend all day prepping for our perfect day together. I’m damn proud of myself, because each movement I’ve made in my kitchen today was made with love and affection. Both feelings I haven’t experienced much in my life before.

I make sure to get ready as well, taking a brisk shower and spraying on my favorite cologne, one Bex assured me was a ‘panty melter’. I grin as I remember her words, hoping it does the trick on Tessa as well.

I’m prepped and ready, wearing a crisp white shirt and casual black trousers when I hear the key turning in the lock. I feel like some fucking nervous teenager, twitching all over the place and waiting for her to come in.

“Well, doesn’t something smell good?” she says in that sweet, molten honey voice that drives me insane. She walks into the room and it’s like a ray of goddamn sunshine, I swear. It sounds clichéd, but Tessa is pure light, and it’s like the room gets brighter when she steps inside.

She’s beautiful, her long hair silky down her back, her eyes sparkling. The sentence she just said is probably the most we’ve spoken to one another in the past week or so after being totally swamped with work.

And I’m hoping we won’t do a lot more talking, because I have different things in mind for sweet, sweet Tessa. And they’re dirty as hell.

“Adam, hey,” she says in a husky voice, and my eyes roam to the swell of her breasts in a cute pink top. Goddammit, why’d she have to wear that? My attention’s been totally compromised. “What’ve you been making? It smells divine in here.”

I step closer to her with purpose, my heart threatening to beat right out of my chest. It’s the first moment we’ve had alone, and I’m fucking dying to hold her, touch her, fuck her…but not yet. Gotta pace myself. Gotta wait for Tess.

Her mouth pops open as I approach and she gives me a surprised look as I reach her, taking her hand in mine and handing her a soft object. Our eyes are locked together in a wicked dance of wits, and she’s so goddamned tempting, I just want to sink my teeth into that perfect porcelain skin.

“What’s this?” she asks softly, her voice barely audible in the room. Her eyes flutter downwards to find the black blindfold I’d bought for her. “Why are you giving me this?”

“Thought we could do something special,” I say lamely, suddenly feeling a lot less confident. In fact, I feel like a total moron for giving her the blindfold…but what’s done is done. I better go through with it. “Do you want to put it on, Tessa?”

The decision rests in her hands now. She can easily say no to me like she’s done a thousand times before…but I know Tessa better than she likes to think. And ever since we were teenagers, I’ve known she wanted to be more than friends. Fuck the stepsibling stuff, fuck the rumors. Fuck it all, because together, we’re something so fucking good it makes the world spin in a whole new direction.

So nod for me, Tessa sweetheart, nod and tell me I’m free to do what I want with you
, I beg her silently, my eyes speaking volumes by themselves.

“What do you say?” I ask hoarsely, my whole body hurting in anticipation of her answer.

“Okay,” she finally says, a nervous smile playing on her lips. “I don’t know why…but okay, let’s do it.”

With a thud, her handbag drops to the floor and she takes the blindfold in her hands, her fingers slipping over the midnight-black silk fabric.

“Hope you aren’t going to murder me,” she says with a dark grin and I laugh at her.

“Had plenty of chances and you’re still walking, sweetheart,” I tell her, taking the blindfold from her hands and gently placing it on her eyes. “Are you okay down there?”

“Yes,” she says in a small voice, and I’m pretty sure she’s lying. Eyesight is arguably the most important human sense, and I’m sure she’s panicking about losing her vision, if only for a brief moment.

She grabs for my hand and I let her take it, squeezing her fingers tightly. She responds and wraps her fingers with mine, which makes my heart ache. So fucking sweet, my Tessa. So fucking innocent.

Holding her hand, I gently guide her towards the living room, which has been totally transformed. I’ve moved all the furniture to the walls and placed the shaggy rug in the middle of the room. Several plates are waiting for me there.

I ask Tessa to take her shoes off, and she obeys like a good girl, kicking off her heels. How she manages to stand around all day in those goddamned torture devices, I don’t know…but I love it when she bends down to unbuckle the straps, her legs so long and silky I’m barely resisting the urge to touch them.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

Her short flippy skirt moves when she bends, and I catch one single glance at the perfect curve of her ass. Fuck me, she’s making me hard already, my dick straining, begging to be released from its prison.

I make Tessa sit down and join her on the carpet.

“Do you want to play a game?” I ask her.

“Sure, Jigsaw,” she jokes nervously. “Will I end up in pieces, though? Cause I really prefer my whole body in one piece, if you don’t mind.”

I laugh, knowing we’re both nervous as hell. We’ve never done this. We’ve never had a proper…date. I guess that’s what this is. And it’s making me sweat fucking bullets, drops of liquid running down my back. I can feel them on my strained muscles.

“Don’t worry, Tess,” I say gently. “Just…turn your mind off for a bit. Take deep breaths and relax with me, okay?”

She nods and I can see she’s doing what I’ve asked of her, her chest rising with each deep breath she takes. Such a good girl.

I reach for the plates, taking a ripe and juicy strawberry from one of them. I take the ripest, freshest strawberry I could get at such short notice, rolling it in a bowl with some white chocolate caramel sauce I made earlier.

“What’s that smell?” Tessa asks curiously, sniffing the air with a smile on her face. “Adam, it smells so good…”

I don’t respond, instead pressing the juicy fruit to her lips. She makes a surprised sound, then takes a deep bite out of the strawberry, moaning as she swallows. It’s just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed… Fuck me, this girl is going to make my dick explode in my pants.

“Good?” I growl at her, unable to control the animalistic tone in my voice. She moans in response, nodding swiftly.

“Can I have more?” she asks me.

“Sure, sweetheart,” I say in a low voice. “I have more for you…”

Next, I pour her a glass of the best champagne I have. It’s a bottle I got as a gift from the restaurant owner where I work, something I’ve been saving for a special occasion. Tessa seems pretty damn special to me, so I’d say I’ve made the right call.

I pour the bubbly into a flute and slowly bring it to her lips. She makes to take a sip, but I stop her, pressing a finger to her lips.

“Slow down, princess,” I growl. “One sip at a time.”

She obeys, licking the delicious liquid drop by drop. The sight alone is enough to make me fucking scream, and as if that’s not enough, she begs for more when she’s emptied the glass.

“More, Adam,” she says. “I want more, please.”

I feed her three more dishes, each made freshly only hours earlier. She moans and nips at my fingers as I feed her, and I’m afraid I’ll have to excuse myself if she doesn’t stop taunting me.

“Did you like it?” I ask her once we’ve finished, her blindfold still in place.

“It was amazing,” she moans. She prepares to take the blindfold off, but my hands stop her just as she reaches up. I grab her wrists and pull her closer. The gasp of her exhale is sweet as fuck against my lips.

“Not done just yet, Tessa,” I growl at her, our lips almost touching. Her chest is rising and falling against mine, driving me crazy. I want her. I want her so fucking bad. “Do you want more, or have you had enough?”

Please say more, I beg her silently. I need to give you more. So much fucking more, sweetheart, the moon and the goddamned stars on a silver platter for you.

“More,” she says in a throaty voice. I can’t hold back any longer.

My finger traces her lip gently and I move in for a kiss. She parts her lips willingly, panting for my touch already, her lips desperately nipping at mine. Oh, she wants this…sweet Tessa is finally admitting she wants Adam Monroe.

The victory is sweet…but not as fucking sweet as those cherry lips.

I can’t hold back after that kiss at the club, after knowing just how amazing her kisses are. I devour her mouth, claiming her as mine with each lick of the tongue. Her hands are tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. She’s going wild, thrashing in my arms.

“More, Adam,” she begs me. “I want more, please.”

“What do you want, sweetheart?” I ask, my voice raspy with raw need for her.

“I want you,” she breathes, panting as I move away. Her blindfold is still firmly in place, her hands stretched out and looking for me as I move away. I move behind her and whisper in her ear.

“Good girl, keep that blindfold on. Be good for me…”

She moans deep in her throat, the raw sound driving me wild. “Tell me what you want, Tessa,” I remind her gently, pulling on her hair lightly so her throat’s exposed to my hungry mouth.

“Adam,” she gasps. “I want you…want you to kiss me, take me, claim me.”

“What else?” I want to know, begging her to finally say it. Those words I’ve been waiting an eternity to hear. I need her to say it, need her to want it. I know I do – I’ve been wanting this girl since the moment she stepped into my life.

“I want you to fuck me,” she begs in a low voice. “Take me Adam, use me, fuck me, just make love to me, please-“

I cut her off, her words turning into low moans as I bite her neck hard. I’m a fucking animal, can’t hold on for a single second longer. Tessa’s fingers are frantically scratching at my clothes, and I discard my T-shirt, her blouse flying off next.

“Beautiful,” I tell her, cupping her gorgeous breasts, still in a bra, in my hand. “So fucking beautiful, Tessa.”

“Take it off,” she begs me. “Strip it all off me, Adam, please…need to feel you against my skin, need it right now.”

I obey, lifting her by the hips until she’s shakily standing up. With a pull, her skirt is down at her ankles, exposing that sweet ass in a lacy thong. I help her step out of it, getting to work on her bra next. I unclasp it and her breasts are free, beautiful, big and perky. Goddamn it, I’m going to lose it, I’m going to go fucking insane.

“Help me,” Tessa begs, straining to take my clothes off as well. “Help me take it off.”

My hands assist hers and we pull down my jeans. My cock is so ready, thick and heavy against my boxers. Tessa’s hand roams down my chest and meets with hard muscle, and I’m twitching at her touch. Shit, I won’t be able to hold on much longer.

I’m shaking as I reach up to that pretty little face, trying to take her blindfold off. But Tessa’s hands stop me.

“Don’t, please,” she begs in a small voice. “I don’t want to take it off. I don’t want to see…myself. I know I don’t look perfect. I want to be perfect for you, Adam.”

My mouth tightens as she says it and I’m fucking furious. Angry with our parents for letting her think this shit, angry with her goddamned ex for feeding her crap. Angry with anyone who didn’t shake her and tell her just how gorgeous she is every time she said something like this.

With one swift movement, I take the blindfold off from her eyes and she gasps, blinking as she gets used to the dimmed lights.

“The blindfold was for our little game, Tess,” I tell her, trying hard to keep my voice gentle. “I want you to see every-fucking-thing. Want you to see me…”

I take her hand in my own and she breathes heavily as I slide it across my chest, down my navel until she’s hit the seams of my boxers. She’s shaking, and I hope I’m not scaring her…but I do want her to see.

“I want you to see yourself, how beautiful you are.”

Her hand rests on my navel and I take her face in my hands, looking deep into her eyes.

“You are beautiful, Tessa Silver, the most beautiful being on this fucking Earth. You always have been beautiful; you just needed to open your eyes. See this?”

My finger traces her lip and she opens up wide, ready for me.

“Those fucking lips that are killing me…so cherry red and plump, I just want to fuck your dainty little mouth.”