Hitched: A Stepbrother Honeymoon Romance (9 page)

Chapter 12: Travis

As soon as my front tire hits the ramp, I floor it, launching myself straight up into the open air. Then, as I reach the peak of the jump, I pull my legs up to the saddle until my ass is off the ground and I’m hugging the bike with my knees. From this position, I can do about a million easy tricks in my sleep, but instead, I let go of the handlebars, kick the back of the saddle, and let the bike flip backwards, controlling it with my knees until it turns all the way around and hits the ground.

Nothing like a no-handed backflip to take my mind off of whatever the fuck that was by the pool this morning.

I’m so in the zone from the jump that I don’t hear the applause until I ride right up to the guys on the corner of the track: Paul, the founder of the Coconut Classic and a couple of his friends. They’re freaking out, and one of them’s filming me with his phone. I smile, hitting the brakes so I come to a stop right in front of them.

Paul laughs. “That was the craziest shit I’ve ever seen.”

“What, you thought I forgot how to fucking ride?”

Paul shrugs. “Dude, I thought you just partied with models all day ever since ever since you hit it big. I mean, shit, that’s what I’d be doing if I were you. Didn’t you have a thing with that one girl…uh…the really hot one with the fake nails who’s on all those reality shows……”

Absolutely not. She was probably the most annoying person I’ve ever met. But I don’t blame Paul for thinking that. It was all over the gossip blogs. She was falling down drunk at some shitty party in downtown LA, I helped her up, she gave me a hug, and someone got a picture and it turned into “Travis Carter’s Newest Conquest.” And I know I like to talk dirty, but if you believed those fucking blogs, you’d think I was the biggest manwhore in Southern California.

I shake my head at Paul. “Don’t believe everything you read, man.”

“I guess not. Clearly, you’ve been practicing. And hey, thanks again for coming out here and doing our little tournament. If you bring a couple fans out, I might actually be able to move the shop somewhere closer to downtown.”

“It’s no problem. I wanted to do something real.”

Paul laughs, and I hop off the bike. It’s getting pretty late, and I should probably get back to the hotel and make sure Laney’s not too lonely without me. Hey, maybe now that she’s had some time to think, she’ll have realized how bad she wants me and she’ll be waiting for me in the suite with nothing but a smile on.

I mean, shit, a man can dream, right?

***

This place is fucking hilarious. Tell the staff I’m going to need a vibrator delivered up to my room? No one bats an eye. But walk in the front door with a little dirt on me? All hell breaks loose. I thought the girl at the front desk was going to have a heart attack when she saw me walk in. I mean sure, I’m pretty fucking caked in dirt from riding, but it’s not like I left muddy footprints on the carpet or anything.

Whatever. Laney’d better be awake, because I’m sweating like a motherfucker and need to use that shower coming off of her room, and she’d kill me if I walked in while she was sleeping.

I open the suite door, actually a little disappointed that she’s not waiting for me and wearing as little as possible. Maybe she’s right about me thinking of this as a real honeymoon.

Her door’s closed, but the light’s on, so hopefully that means she’s not asleep. I walk up to the door and I’m just about to knock when I hear something coming from the other side that stops me in my tracks.

It’s quiet, muffled by these thick-ass walls, so I’m not sure if I’m imagining things or not. But just like that, a couple seconds later, it happens again, and this time, there’s no doubt in my mind what it is.

It’s a moan. And not a quiet, innocent, PG-13 sigh, either. The shit I’m hearing is triple fucking X.

Instantly, my cock gets ridiculously hard, straining against my jeans like it’s about to explode. She’s actually fucking touching herself, and from the sound of it, she’s probably hoping I’m going to walk through this door, peel those little fingers away from her hard little clit, and slide every last inch of myself inside her.

And fuck, I really, really want to. But that wouldn’t be very professional, would it? That wouldn’t be very professional at all.

God, she sounds so dirty in there. I didn’t know innocent little Laney even had it in her. I smirk and step away from the door. I guess this means no shower. And half the hotel’s going to freak out if I go anywhere else with all this dirt on me and wait for Laney to finish.

So I guess there’s only one thing to do. I look over at the huge pink bathtub in the corner of the living room and smirk. Who knew it was actually going to end up being good for something?

Pretty soon, Laney’s dirty little moans are drowned out by the noise of running water, and I’m peeling off my clothes, leaving them in a sandy pile as I step into the bathtub. Shit, that feels good. I fill the bathtub up to about chest level, wash the dirt off my face and hair, and then relax, laughing at the half a catalog of fancy bath lotions sitting on the inside rim.

Then, the second I turn off the water, I hear Laney finish herself off. It’s long, loud, and so fucking dirty. My hand goes under the water and wraps around the base of my cock as I picture Laney’s hips lifted up in the air, pushing a long, hot breath through her teeth as she gets off.

And then, what feels like a couple seconds later, the door opens, and Laney’s adorable little head pokes through the door, eyes guilty like a bunny sneaking out for a midnight carrot.

And then she sees me, and her jaw hits the floor.

Chapter 13: Laney

Well, it looks like my life is officially over. I had a pretty good run, all things considered, but then I had to go and walk in on my naked stepbrother taking a bath…seconds after I finished touching myself to him. If there’s a more humiliating possible situation, I really don’t want to know what it is.

“Oh God! I was just…uh…it wasn’t what it……I mean…when did you…why are you…”

I can’t seem to a put a complete sentence together, and my voice is coming out at least an octave higher than normal. Travis, on the other hand, doesn’t look embarrassed at all. He smirks at me, enjoying every second of me being flustered like this.

“You look like you could use a bath.” He smirks, gesturing to the other half of the bathtub.

“Travis! You can’t just get naked while I’m here! What if I walked in on you?”

Travis’ deep blue eyes blaze, like he’s wishing I had walked into them. I shudder and break eye contact, only to look down at the little drops of water running down his sculpted, tattooed pecs, all the way down into the bathwater, where the outline of his lower body is disturbingly visible. Closing my eyes and shaking my head, I walk over to the bathtub, grab one of the bottles of bubble bath formula off of the rim, and dump it out into the water. Foamy white bubbles explode across the surface of the water, and even though I’m still embarrassed that probably heard me in there, the sight of him sitting in a bubble bath almost makes me laugh anyway.

“What the fuck? What was that for?”

“I’m not going to stand here and talk to you while your cock is right there in plain sight.”

Travis shrugs. “Fair enough. I mean, we’re
professional associates
, right? Isn’t that what we decided this morning?”

I cross my arms and nod, hoping to salvage some dignity from the situation. “Exactly. Besides, this way you can keep pretending like you’ve got a big dick under all those bubbles. Really, you should be thanking me.”

Travis smirks, looking down between his legs, and then back at me. “So you think it’s small, huh?”

The underwear modeling photo with the mega-sized package I bumped into at the mall flashes into my mind. “I know it’s small. All those stupid underwear modeling pictures you did are clearly photoshopped.”

When I mention the photos, Travis grins like an animal who’s just cornered his prey. Shit, he probably thinks I was looking them up on the internet or something.

“You know what? I think they actually did photoshop those. But it wasn’t to make my cock
bigger
.”

God, why do we have to have this conversation
now
? All that stupid, irresponsible heat I thought I’d gotten rid of back in the bedroom is flooding my body again, and I think Travis can tell.

“But hey, if you don’t believe me, that’s fine. You don’t have to take my word for it. Just come over here, reach down into the water, and feel for yourself.”

Travis gestures down at the bubbles, his eyes daring me to do it…and then daring me to do a whole lot more.

I shake my head, walk into the kitchen, and pour myself a glass of water from the sink. “I should have known this was going to happen. You’re ridiculous.”

Travis raises his eyebrows. “
I’m
ridiculous? Babe, the only reason I’m taking a bath out here is because of what you were doing in there. I couldn’t exactly walk in and take a shower, could I?”

Shit. He heard me. This place might have the thickest walls on the island, but I guess they’re not thick enough for us.

I take a deep breath, trying to keep a straight face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

My voice is weak and soft, and my knees are starting to feel a little wobbly. It’s a big, fat lie, and we both know it. But what should I do? Tell the truth? Tell him that I was thinking about how he almost fingered me at the pool all day? About how I wanted him so bad I could barely think? About how I tried to think about anyone else but him as my fingers pressed against my clit, but all I saw as my body shuddered in ecstasy was his stupid, perfect face?

And then what happens? We fuck, and I become the next notch on his bedpost? Or, even worse, get found out, and I’m world famous in the worst way possible? There are a million ways it could go totally wrong. It just can’t happen.

“You don’t?” Travis asks, his voice soft and low. He’s watching me squirm, his eyes openly looking down at my curves. “Are you sure about that?”

I open my mouth to say something clever or witty, but nothing comes out. So instead, I nod my head and walk quickly into my room, trying not to look at Travis’ soaped-up naked body as I go. But, of course, I fail. And when I do, our eyes meet for what feels like a whole minute.

Then, I close the door behind me and get back on the bed, my clit aching just like it was before I started touching myself. That’s when it hits me. This isn’t teasing anymore. It can’t be written off as anything other than what it is. And we still have a lot of time left on the most romantic honeymoon money can buy.

We’re so totally screwed.

Chapter 14: Laney

Well, there are a lot of people making out down here in the sauna…but as far as I can tell, none of them are Jason Hayward. I sigh and head back into the hotel halls. I’ve spent all day hopping back and forth across the entire building looking for any sign of celebrity misbehavior, and I haven’t been able to find a thing. Maybe this place isn’t as much of a gossip blog’s dream as I thought it was……or maybe, the hotel makes absolutely sure that the VIPs can get down and dirty in private, even away from the other guests.

Whatever it is, I should probably stop moving around and do something normal before anyone starts to get suspicious. I’ve already run into Kayla a few times today, and she looks more and more confused every time we talk. Come to think of it, it’s been a couple hours since I last saw her, so I should probably-

Nope. Too late. She’s already here.

“Oh! There you are! I brought you some more towels for the sauna!”

“Thanks, Kayla!” I flash a nervous smile. “But…uh……I think I’m actually going to head back to my room instead. The sauna wasn’t doing it for me.”

I turn and look for the nearest elevator, hoping that Kayla doesn’t follow me, but of course she does. “Was there something wrong with the sauna?”

Well, it’s full of humping honeymooners, but I feel like that’s kind of the point. “No, the sauna’s perfect! I just wasn’t in the mood for it, so I think I’m just going to head back up to my room.”

“Sounds good! Remember to save some energy for the cruise tonight!”

I stop in my tracks, and Kayla stops with me.

“Right. The cruise. That’s tonight?”

Kayla nods. “Sorry about the short notice, but I figured you two wouldn’t mind. By the way, do you guys want chicken or fish for dinner?”

Well, I
want
to not be stuck on a boat with Travis after what happened last night…but I’m not sure that’s an option. Not after I’ve been alone all day. Kayla might think we’re fighting, or even worse, she might think that we’re not what we claim to be. “Uh…fish.”

“Good choice,” Kayla whispers conspiratorially, “I already booked your room, and I think you two are going to love it.”

“Alright! We’ll tell you all about it when we get back.”

Kayla laughs. “Oh, you won’t have to. I’m a waitress on the ship when I’m not helping guests. How do you think I got you tickets?”