PERSONAL: A Stepbrother Sports Romance (17 page)

Bradley

I
had
her in my hands. I
could
tell. Oh
,
I
could
tell I ha
d
her desire bubbling like these waters. Flashes of scenes so hot sizzled across the movie screen in my dirty mind
,
of all the wicked things I could to do to her. I could lick her dry until she quiver
ed
and beg
ged
me to stop.

I could do that right here
in
the bubbles
,
as the cold teases her and makes her feel everything.

Or I could take her back to my room, the very room
where
I fantasized about her a thousand times. I could tie her up and make her my prisoner.

I’m a man without very much patience. I’
d
waited this long for so many years for her to even speak to me. I want
ed
to be a gentleman, but I’m a man. In hot need for her fucking body and that sweet pussy she’
d
teased me with all these years.

That wicked video was imprinted in my memory like my very own name and social security number.

The way her blossoming breasts fell so naturally. The perfect shape and perfect size. All natural.

Her flat stomach and curvy hips. The way she sounded.

Damn.

I swear my cock just grew harder
, about to
explode at the thought that she was a mere second or so away from this; her naked breasts fell heavily as I teased her with the light trailing of my tongue across her shoulders.

Well, she hadn’t seen anything of what was possible. Of how I could tease and taunt her clit so slowly as her hips buck
ed,
while she's all mine. I want
ed
to see her do that.

I want
ed
her to beg and scream my name to stop, that she
couldn’t
take any more gut
-
wrenching
,
body
-
filling pleasure.

But then I remembered something as I lightly raked my fingers through her hair and swe
pt
them over her shoulder to be bare, lightly teasing her once more with my lips and tast
ing
the salt of her skin. Something very important I once learned of the female body—a woman is like a tea kettle that needs to be warmed up to boiling. Before they explode. Judging by her heightened breaths and soft moans, and the beads of sweat that dress
ed
her shoulders, well, this was about to be a hell of a shrill.

Slow...And oh,
words
. Dirty words. Blush
-
worthy descriptive words. But most importantly, make things veeeeery slow.

Kate

“I love to sweat. It's so good for you. Ahhhh…” He moaned in utter relaxation.

Huh? What the fuck did he just say? Wait,
what?
My eyes snapped open like an unpleasant 5
AM
wake
-
up call from a bucket of cold water splashing my face as he laid his head back.

You uh…were just like, kissing my shoulder. So lightly. And making me all hot and so wet as you bit my earlobe.

I immediately felt his dizzying absence as if a draft blew my way; the holy of hol
ie
s had just left my side and I wanted more. I inhaled so slowly before exhaling, trying to take all of this in. After all, I
’d
just literally felt his cock like seconds ago. Or was it a minute or two? Time was standing still.

Feeling exposed and hazy all of the sudden, I lowered myself slowly just a bit in the waters to hide my hard nipples. More like s
a
nk like a deflated balloon. I let my own head fall lightly against the edge as my eyes took a small peek his way. His eyes were closed.

“You taste
so
salty. You know what else I want to taste? That's driving me fucking mad right now?”

Oh shit.

He finally open
ed
his eyes and turned his shoulders a bit more toward me. I felt like an unknown weight tied to my body suddenly was freed and I was floating into the skies to meet the home of the snow.

My insides flinched as I thought about how it would feel to be taken by one of the most beautiful men in the world.

I bit my lip
,
letting the flesh slide
between
my teeth.

His eyes studied my entire being as if I were a fascinating subject. Or a science experiment. I couldn’t tell. I mean, one thing was for certain, I certainly was not a Victoria’s Secret model like his ex girlfriend, or any of other Hollywood starlets he dated.

It didn’t matter. This was just going to be like a hook
-
up
,
right? My last moment of glory before he and I went our separate ways as the estate
wa
s finalized and my mother move
d
on with her life? Right?

He went to get library books. For me. A gesture that’s cost him
a
swollen ankle. Surely that means something. Something…

Nervous but curious of what would happen next, I grabbed my flute and drank it quickly before setting it back down, emptying it. It was so surreal. Everything. And I didn’t know what to do or how to behave. Seduction wasn’t my thing. I felt like prey, a little rabbit in the hands of a skilled hunter. I didn’t mind to be skinned alive by him. All these built
-
up feelings and denial came flooding in like floodgates of Niagara Falls.

The distance and time away was like an ironclad chastity belt over my feelings
:
safe
,
s
ecure
,
and not one ounce of a chance of
being in
harm
’
s way.

He held the key now and all possibility of safety went out the window.

He didn’t miss a beat. As I mentioned, science experiment. And like that, he slid a bit across the marble underwater bench to reach for more
c
hampagne, a
gesture
that caused his face to contort a bit from the obvious pain he was in from his
--
oh shit, I totally forgot
--
his ankle!

He could be missing a freaking leg and I wouldn’t have noticed. All I could think about was him
being so
hard. For
me
. I bit my lip again and quickly stammered in concern, “You, um, you should really ice that ankle. Isn’t
,
like
,
heat the worst for it?”

“I’ll ice it in a bit.” He was smirking, damn
it
,
as he suddenly stood up on one leg giving me a full good look at it
,
as if he knew exaaaaaaaactly what he was going. Oh
,
he freaking knew. Holy mother, Moses, Josephine, and Jesus on a twelve layered wedding cake, I…uh…all of the blood from my heart rushed to
particular
two places, my face
surely
beet red, and down below, just straight to my lady center like a one way ticket from New York to Paris but on the express jet plane at rocket speed.

All the rumors of the celebrities and models, they notoriously talked about his member. Especially the drunken playmate on that stupid Howard Stern show. I know
,
I know…I wasn’t supposed to “know” any of this. But occasionally, I just knew and heard from friends in school who obviously didn’t know we were related. We don’t have the last name and
,
like I said, I acted like a way normal person unrelated to billions of dollars by marriage.

But now? Acting normal after
I
saw
it
in person? Holy hell no.

But they were definitely right. It was definitely long, and definitely thick. Of course it was. He was perfect. A
G
reek freaking god. Of course he acted the way he did in life with a cock like that.

I sat frozen like I swear a blow fish acts in the ocean when a giant great white shark passes by; it freezes and acts like it’s just a background in the murky waters. Yeah right.

Could I act like what I just saw didn’t
faze
me? Could I act
unfazed
? So I did my best.
But not for long!
!

Ugh!

Oh my god! I just saw Bradly Rainshaw’s HU-MONGOUS penis! I wanted to scream and tell all of my best friends from Texas.

He refilled my flute and set the Cristal back on the tray all the while with a
goofy grin
. But cocky, definitely cocky like the badass he was
a
s if he was thinking, “Oh yeah, you know you want it.”

Oh
,
I do! I do!

Well, if he was going to play that game…I sat up
ju
st
a bit straighter
so that
my nipples were
just
parallel to the water.

“Thank you.” I made sure to say it in a deeper voice, a more seductive one
,
like Scarlett Johansson,
and
I gave him a daring smile as if I didn’t notice “it” at all. But oh, he noticed my sitting up straight alright
,
as his dark eyelashes glanced down
,
and his chin did a slight nod. I could tell by the way he chewed the side of his cheek, that something was happening.

My heart beat like it had just personally
drank
an entire espresso store. That’s right, an entire store devoted
entirely to
espresso
,
and if it beat any faster, I just might die right now, I was just sure of it.

Pounding heartbeats traveled throughout my entire body, pounding in my ears like the loudest drums, and floated down below pulsating a need in my core so deep, that the ache was torture.

Oh Jesus
,
take the wheel and drive very fast. Real fast. As in
,
beam
-
me
-
up
-
Scotty fast
,
because I’m drowning quick in need and may just disappear or blow up. Whichever happens first.

Dear God
,
I wanted him so fucking bad. That gorgeous
,
erect
,
hard cock of his I wanted to suck so hard until he begged me to stop, that or fill me so deep that that dull ache would finally go away. I wanted to suck on his earlobe and whisper dirty things for once! And as he found his own release within me, I wanted to dig my fingernails into his strong back muscles and just lose control for once in my very so calculated and what has now become a very boring life!

But
‘
boring
’
has flown out the window faster than a crazed bird. This. He and me. Out in this nor’ easter, yeah, this has become something very interesting. But how interesting would it get? I sat up straighter, my nipples hardening so hard, it stung and if he didn’t kiss me in one more second, I was going to have to straddle him right now and put an end to my misery.

“Let's cut the bullshit
,
I know you want it.” God did answer my prayer fast. Shit. I held my breath to make sure I had just heard what I heard.

“I can tell by the heaves of your breath, your flushed cheeks. I know a woman
’s
arousal.”

“I'm just
,
umm... hot
,
because I’m in tub hot. I mean, hot tub. And it’s…co….cold outside. I’m freezing from the snow.”

His pouty lips curled into a sexy smile as if he knew I’d given the unspoken green light.

Stupid thing to say. Why did I just say that you got me all flabbergasted
,
and I didn't know what to expect about what would happen next! He was
Bradley
!

“You know
,
you're really cute when you try to hide your feelings. It's like you're itching for me to touch you again.”

There goes that bolt of electricity surging through me again
,
with poison as great as that
of
a cobra snake. My senses were gone. My reasoning, done. I was officially under his spell. Sign
ed,
sealed
,
deliver
ed
, raging hormones, I’m all yours. But I can’t let him know that! I can’t…

“I'm not hiding anything. I'm not
!
You are rather presumptuous
,
you know.”

A grasp on my heel. A firm grasp that hooked my heel like a hook secures a fish. Oh holy moly. It wasn't some
‘
come here baby let me stroke your calf.
’
Oh
,
hell no, it was
‘
things are about to go down
,
and I'm in control. Hang on for the ride, baby.
’
My pussy jumped up and down
and
did a toe touch, backflip, pike, double flip before landing a perfect Olympic gold medal award winning ten
, I swear
.

“I am
a
man who knows what he wants.” My firm grasp against the hot tub
’
s edge kept me from going under the water. And just like that
,
warm water flowed up to my already very heated kitty cat as he hopped his way in between my legs before grabbing my other
heel
, spreading me wide.

I gulped. I pounded.

I anticipated with every aware cell in my body on high alert. Oh dear God
,
this was hot. So hot.

In one swift movement
,
he had my body floating in the water
,
his hands cupped
,
my ass and his hard Johnson so close to me, just inches away
,
until it touched me. It was a small bump against my inner thigh
,
and I swear
,
the poke from him below was on purpose
,
to tease and torture the hell out of me.

Mr. Iron Man could easily bench press with one hand. He had such strong muscles, such control, such passion, such initiative
,
and I had never been in the hands of such a man. I already quivered.