Hitched: A Stepbrother Honeymoon Romance (14 page)

But it’s still not enough. I’m only giving her 90% right now. To get it all the way up to a hundred fucking fifty, I need to get her into bed. So I pull out, leaving Laney a quivering, aching puddle waiting to be filled again, pick her up, and throw her over my shoulder.

Then, I step out of the shower and toss her down onto the bed, spreading her legs all the way apart with my hands. This time, I don’t linger; I need to be back inside Laney as soon as possible. So, once her legs are nice and open, I climb on top of her and kiss her while I plunge my cock
all
the way inside her again.

And now that I’ve got her right where I want her, I think it’s time to give her every last thing I’ve got. I press my forehead to hers, breathing in every little noise she makes as I thrust into her. And yeah, I was getting into it before, but something about being face to face with Laney just fucking
gets
to me. I press her down into the bed with my body weight, fucking her until she explodes into a loud, mind-blowing orgasm. And the sight of her cute little face as she lets me overcome her…it sends me right over the edge with her. I shudder and hold on tight as my release comes, hard and fast.

We stay that way for a while, me lying on top of her, both of us breathing like we just ran a marathon. I keep waiting on Laney to jump out of bed and start freaking out about how Nina’s going to kill us, how we just ruined our careers, how this was the worst mistake ever…but she doesn’t. She just keeps looking at me.

Finally, she speaks up. “Well, I don’t know about you…but after that, I think I need a real shower.”

“Tell me about it.” I roll off the bed so that Laney can get up, and she stands up on weak legs and walks into the shower, which is still running. A couple seconds later, she sticks her head out, holding the riding crop in one hand. “This is
not
an appropriate bathroom item.”

She tosses it over to me, and I put it back in the drawer. Then, after a couple seconds of watching the black water outside the window, I get up off the bed and step into the shower with Laney. She seems totally fine with it, moving the shower head to blast me with water as I walk in.

I raise my eyebrows at her. “Do I need to go get the riding crop again?” Laney shivers at the memory but doesn’t say anything, going back to cleaning the sex off of her body. I join her under the water, and we stay there for a pretty long time, enjoying the moment.

What are we now? Who fucking knows. Legally, we’re stepbrother and stepsister. According to some shady casino on the Vegas strip, we’re also husband and wife. We tried to be friends, but that didn’t exactly last, and now? After this? I have no idea.

All I know is, whatever we are right this second, right here in this shower, on this boat floating in the ocean miles away from everyone else…I think I like it.

Chapter 17: Laney

I gasp as my eyes shoot open. Oh God, it was all a dream!

Oh. Wait. Never mind. As soon as the initial shock passes, I realize that I’m still below deck on the cruise. And Travis is still pretty much on top of me, totally naked. In response to the little jerk I did when I woke up, he cuddles
even
closer to me, hugging me tight to his muscly body.

For a second, I thought all of this was some kind of dream, but no. We really did get married and go onto a honeymoon together. And we really did sneak onto a cruise ship. And he really did strip all my clothes off, and his cock really is the biggest I’ve ever seen.

And he really did fuck me.

Now, the part with the whipped cream and the blindfold and the parade…that actually was a dream. That didn’t happen. Everything else, though? 100% real.

I shift in bed a little bit, trying to find a comfier position without waking Travis up, and that’s when I feel it. I’m in pain, but it’s good pain, the kind you get after an intense workout. The muscles in my lower body ache in protest as I stretch them out. They haven’t felt like this since that time I thought I was going to run a 5K. Travis was right: sleep with him, and you’ll be feeling him for days.

And judging by my inappropriate behavior last night, that’s not all he was right about. And I guess I should be freaking out about sleeping with him…but for some reason, I’m not. I mean, yeah, I had a crush on him before he became my stepbrother, and the entire universe has been conspiring to get us together ever since that night in Vegas. Given the circumstances, it’d be shocking if this didn’t happen. Honestly, it’s a relief not to have to deny being attracted to Travis, especially because I was really bad at lying about it. Now that we acknowledged it and fucked our brains out, maybe we can finally have a reasonable discussion about the way forward? After all, it’s not like we’re going to be fucking like that once we get back to the shore…

I turn over onto my side, watching Old Joe’s red fireworks explode in the distance. In response to my shift of position, Travis rolls over and starts spooning me, arms wrapped tight around my body. God, he really doesn’t want to let me go……

Accepting my fate, I nuzzle closer to him, resting my head on his big tattooed arm as I let the fireworks lull me back to sleep.

There’s only one problem: Dream Travis is
very
unhappy with me for waking up, and he thinks I need to be punished for being such a bad girl…

Chapter 18: Laney

I have to hold the phone away from my ear because Tori’s laughing so loud. I knew this was going to happen, but I needed advice.

“Wow, Laney, what an
unfortunate
accident.”

“It was!”

I can practically hear Tori rolling her eyes. “Oh, okay, sure, so it was bad enough that you won an all-expenses-paid vacation to a honeymoon hotel with one of the hottest guys on the planet, but now you’re
fucking
him? I wish I had your problems.
”

“I’m not
fucking
him,” I whisper, trying to keep my voice down. I’m out on the balcony for extra privacy, but I definitely don’t want Travis listening in on this conversation. “I fucked him. Once. There’s a huge difference.”

“Oh, okay, right, because I’m sure you’re not going to fuck him again the second you hang up the phone.”

“I told you, we were drunk, we had to sleep in the same bed, and everyone around us was having sex, too. We were just getting it out of our system.”

“Yeah, but you also told me you were positive that nothing would ever happen between you. Personally, I bet that you fuck him again
today
.”

Ha. Today? Fat chance. “You’re on. Winner buys the loser drinks for a month?”

Tori laughs. “Ouch. Get ready to hit the bars, I guess.”

“We’ll see, won’t we? I guess if you do win, and you won’t, all those drinks will help me forget about Travis after he gets bored of me and picks a new girl.”

Tori’s quiet for a few seconds. “What makes you think he’s going to pick a new girl?”

“I mean, he’s
Travis
. He fucks a different girl every week, right?”

“Well, have you seen him do that at the hotel?”

“Uh…no, but-“

“And have you seen him even look at another girl since you married him?”

“Well, no, but come on-“

“Then maybe you’re wrong. Maybe you’re the girl he wants to pick.”

Tori’s words leave me momentarily speechless. I try to come up with a rebuttal, but I can’t seem to find the words.

“Maybe he was trying to tell you something when he married you. Or maybe, subconsciously,
you
were trying to tell you something.”

“What? No…I…”

“Makes more sense than drunkenly trying to win a contest so you can get promoted at a job you hate, doesn’t it?”

I’m quiet for a long time, thinking of some way to respond to that. Before I can, though, my phone beeps in my ear. I’m getting another call. From Anna.

I’m not sure whether I should be relieved or concerned, but I definitely need to take this.

“Hey, Tori, my boss is calling, so I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Alright. Let me know when I win the bet.”

Tori hangs up, and I take a deep breath, trying to get her words out of my mind before I talk to Anna.

Well, here goes nothing.

“Hey Anna, what’s up?”

“Laney, what the hell is going on over there?”

Uh oh. She sounds mad. “Uh…well…I found out that Jason was here with a date.”

“Yeah, so did the rest of America. Jason’s social media post has 25 million views since last night, and
we
could have had the scoop.”

I knew this was coming as soon as I saw the post last night, but I still wasn’t expecting Anna to be this upset. Wasn’t this just supposed to be a bonus?

“I almost got the scoop. I tracked him down to a date with his lady friend on a cruise ship…but for some reason he ditched the date, checked out, and posted that message. I thought I had until the end of the week to catch up with him.”

“Well, that’s all well and good, but what did you actually do to try and sniff him out? Did you get your hands on a guestbook? Did you pretend to be a hotel employee and knock on doors? Did you pull the fire alarm like I wanted you to?”

Wait, that wasn’t a joke? She actually wanted me to do that? “No, I didn’t do any of that stuff…was that really how I was supposed to find Jason? It sounds kind of sleazy.”

Anna scoffs. “This is Journalism 101, Laney. Those are some of our best methods, the things that give us an edge over the competition. Clearly, I should have given you a crash course in hotel infiltration. Please tell me you’re at least covering the Coconut Classic?”

“Uh, well, yeah, but its pretty boring so far. Travis says he thinks it’s going to be pretty casual and low-key.”

There’s a weirdly long pause. “Okay, so you’re not keeping up with the Coconut Classic. I’m starting to think you’d have been more helpful getting me coffee this week. I think we’re going to have a long talk once you get back to LA, but in the meantime, you know what they say: if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.”

Before I can respond, the line goes dead.

“Anna?”

Yep. She hung up. I let out a deep breath and lay my phone down on the balcony. Honestly, that wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. I mean, sure, I’m probably getting fired, and best case scenario I’m a coffee wench for the foreseeable future, but it didn’t really feel as bad as I was expecting. After all, if this is a job where my boss wants me to pull a fire alarm at a honeymoon hotel so I can catch a celebrity with his secret girlfriend, then Travis is right. I do deserve better.

I look down at my phone, feeling a strange mixture of good and bad for a couple seconds, and then I decide that the best thing for me to do is put Jason and Anna and my crappy job out of my head. In a place like this, it shouldn’t be too hard.

Since Travis is heading off to the track to practice for the Coconut Classic, I’ll probably just hit the beach, maybe hit the cheesecake bar afterwards, and in a couple hours, I’ll be so tan and full of cheesecake that I won’t even care about Anna and her stupid tabloid blog.

I look out over the balcony, scanning the beach until I find a nice, quiet spot, change into a bathing suit, and step out of my room, ready to hit the dunes.

“Holy shit, Laney.”

Uh oh. I look over at Travis, who’s sitting naked in the bathtub, scrubbing himself with a bar of soap. So much for practice laps.

“Travis!” My first instinct is to look away, but we both know that his naked body is nothing I haven’t seen before. And after last night, it’s also nothing that I haven’t touched before…

So I give up on shielding my eyes and look back at Travis, trying as hard as I can to keep my gaze
above
the water.

“What? I wanted to take a fucking bath before I went to the track.”

“But you’re …” I don’t finish my sentence. After all, how can I pretend like this offends me after being such a willing participant in it last night? “Nevermind. You’re fine. Just don’t use up all the soap.”

Mostly, I want him to stop soaping himself up in front of me, because it’s starting to turn me on. Travis shrugs, sets the soap down on the corner of the tub, and starts rubbing himself down with the suds. Oh God, that’s not better…

So…uh…what was I doing again? Going down to the beach? It’s not exactly easy to think while I’m looking at Travis’ ripped naked body. Well, whatever it is, I’d better get down there before this gets out of control. Only, my legs don’t seem to want to move.

Travis looks at my predicament with a mixture of amusement and pure lust. I can tell his cock is getting hard underneath the water, waiting for me to come and join him.

But didn’t I just promise Tori less than ten minutes ago that I wouldn’t fuck him again? That our little experience on the ship was a onetime thing? That we’d gotten it all out of our system? If I don’t stop staring at Travis, I’m going to be buying her drinks for a month, and she’s never going to let me hear the end of it.