PERSONAL: A Stepbrother Sports Romance (24 page)

I sank lower and lower and lower until he wrapped my legs around him and every single bit of him was in me. I melted into him. I gelled into him. Every bit of sensation, every bit of pleasure, was literally wrapped up around him and I was his.

“Take me, Bradley. I…I’m…” I didn’t’ want to say anything else and I let my lips to the talking as our hot kisses spoke such a language, a special language, that only our hearts and our sexes could do the decoding.

  We fit together like a glove. Like a perfect glove. And I didn’t want to let go. 

Our moans were sexy as fuck. Hot. Like so fucking hot you could make it its own sound app of sexiness. Such sounds made my nipples so hard, the hair on my neck stood up, and chills flooded every single square inch of my body.

His hands knew what to do as they cupped my ass and took control of the thrusts. With every thrust I slid back down, my clit crashing into his hard lower abs. Every lift, I took him deeper as if that were even possible. I pulled away for air and looked into those eyes. Those eyes that had a special look I’d never seen before.

A look that signified he was mine, that I was making him feel pleasure.

A look that held a knowing. It was the look of sex. A look of pleasure. A look reserved for this special moment.

“Because you’re mine” crooned the song playing in the background, the track on a loop.

Because you’re mine….

Ohhhhhhhh yeah….

Our hearts pounded together, joining an anthem, running its own marathon together. We were connected, finally. Body. Mind. Soul.

I cried out as my hands searched for something to grab, anything. His hair, his face.

I fought for something to reach for as the intensity of the orgasm flooded through my body like a roaring volcano, ready to release as he rocked me beyond my control and I held on for the ride. My nails clenched into his strong muscles as I cried out in absolute pleasure into the moonlight. I finally found my release; Bradley Rainshaw was true to his promise.

It was everything I could ever dream of, hope for, or imagine and more. I wanted to bottle the memory up to drink it every morning and night forever.

Hours later with the moon making its journey to the other side of the yacht signifying it was now approaching the witching hour, we had settled into a cozy element.

“Tell me something. What’s it like for the entire world to basically know your every move? What’s it like for everyone to talk about you? It’s like the time when Leonardo DiCaprio was up for another Oscar nomination for
The Revenant
. Everyone knew he should win. Everyone talked about it. Even people who don’t care about the Oscars or movies secretly wanted him to win. Some wanted him to fail, though. I feel like the whole world is buzzing about this news and I don’t know how you handle it all. The whole celebrity gossip thing. People wanting you to win or fail.”

The gentle rock of the waves cradled us together in the most romantic, sweet way. I could stay in his arms forever. I didn’t want to leave his arms. Here, out in the water, where all you see are the clouds and the occasional shooting star, and white foam, everything was peaceful and there was no distraction. There was no judgy fish or whale or sharks, but once we landed on soil, unless it was the Sahara desert, there would be no more hiding. I didn’t know if I could handle this type of fame—of people judging me and calling me sick for being with my stepbrother, for being in love. How would that play out? My stomach knotted a bit thinking about it all. Could I handle it?

The sea breeze blew my blonde locks across his tan skin. It was us. Coiled. Together.

“Come here, you.” He breathed me in and I felt so much tangible love in his arms, it felt like warm liquid covering my entire body. The feeling was unlike anything describable. The most comparable thing was to a never ending orgasmic love.
Love.

“I don’t care about what everyone’s saying or doing. All I care about this one person right here.”

His fingers swirled a circle between my breasts and I wanted his touch to never leave.

“I care about you, too.” My hand covered his as I curled up into his chest, breathing in the magic of the night.

The moon’s light shined majestically down on us, causing the light on the dark stained wood to shine. All I could do was stare. Stare and smile and remind myself to breathe because every so often I would hold my breath, knowing that this would all go away very soon.

You can’t live in a fairy tale forever.

I was Cinderella and midnight was coming, when this would all disappear and to the world we would return to being stepsiblings, even if that marriage ceased to exist.

Kate

The smell of a sea breeze mixed with the scent of his light cologne was the best aroma to wake up to.

This.

Was.

A.

Dream.

In this magical setting with the aqua waters glistening, it sang a musical melody to the sun in perfect harmony with the waves that served as radio frequencies casting their song far out to sea, creating an unknown ripple effect. I felt peaceful, harmonious, at home. I wanted to freeze this moment in time and remember it forever. The sound of the yacht docked, rocking gently, the warmth of the waves, the harmony of the birds, the feeling of the warmth of the morning sun. Heaven in a dream.

He lay there sleeping with his dark lashes covering his eyes that matched the sea. I couldn’t wait for them to open again. I wondered what he dreamt of. I wondered what fantasies or problems surfaced in his mind. With both parents dead, the confession of his wanting to take the family business in a different light, he really did have a lot going on and I was glad I could be there for him. I felt almost protective of him and wanted to be his support. I never knew this type of feeling before.

I pulled the light sheet over us and burrowed my head down into the plush pillow and sighed. I could see how romantic, luxurious backdrops such as this really played with a woman’s heartstrings. It was easy to see how the billionaires always landed the younger women. Romance, grandiose gestures, yachts, private beaches, heck, it can make you feel a lot of things. Endorphins lighting up like Time Square on a MRI, no doubt.

But even in this logical thinking, I knew
this
felt different. I just wasn’t sure how this was going to pan out and I didn’t want to think about that.

The fresh salty air reminded me to leave the worries aside and just receive the gift of paradise.

I’d never in my life slept outside before. Well, sure, when camping, but this was something else.

The special bug torches kept mosquitoes and bugs at bay, leaving us to enjoy the clear skies as our ceiling before falling asleep to the symphony of the stars that, I swear, twinkled so bright we heard their music.

Or maybe it was the music of him that led to this enlightened feeling.

I sighed again in the cozy nest.

But there was one thing I couldn’t remove from my mind that I really needed to focus on—my defense. I was glad I was here. It was good that I came. Maybe he was right. Maybe I would nail it today feeling so relaxed and so, well, renovated from body therapy with Bradley.

His strong arms pulled me close to his soft skin.

“Hi love.” His soft kiss nestled into my neck. Oh, Bradley Rainshaw was a cuddle bear. Beneath this hard exterior, his thousand dollar suits, and his muscles of steel, he was a man that loved hugs and kisses, and I could just die.

Right now.

“I was just dreaming of you.”

“Of what?”

“Of finishing where we left off last night.” His hand slid down my belly and he bid me good morning, body, mind, and soul once again.

After a few rounds of orgasms, we were both famished and ready to eat breakfast. God knows we’d worked up quite the appetite from our lovemaking!

“Here, have some coffee. Have a baller breakfast. And then have some of this mimosa. I find when you’re tipsy, you actually say what’s on your mind.”

“You’re right. You know, you’re right.”

Thirty minutes later, and after refreshing myself up a bit, I felt a bit dizzy from the sudden heavy rocking from an incoming storm. I had to hold on to a beam for support.

Bradley held up my iPad to practicing getting a convincing shot on Skype for my professors so that they wouldn’t suspect I was on a boat. Of course not, I was in a facility getting help from the traumatic week. Which was sort of true. He was helping me overcome all that stress, alright.

But a sudden storm had rumbled in and its welcoming committee was letting us know with the heavier waves that we didn’t have much time before the entire teammate showed up. This was really messing with my plans!

“Okay, can you, like, practice just holding the screen like that? And then when the boat rocks, lightly rock with it? Try not to make it look like I’m on a boat? Oh my gosh, this is never going to work. Never! I’m doomed!”

“No, you’re not. We’ve got this. Look at me, you and me. A team. Okay?”

The Skype cloud rang across my iPad, alerting me that the panel was calling. They were ready for me. “Oh my god, oh my god. Okay, okay. Wish me luck. Now or never!” My heart raced from nerves. Maybe I should have had a quick refill of a tiny bit of mimosa.

“Kate,” he whispered. “Hurry and reposition over here. I’ll zoom in on your face to where all you’ll see is the back of the wood.”

“What?”

“Over there!” He quietly whispered as he shot the iPad down, capturing the wood floor before getting a close up on my face in our new location.

“Hello Kate. How are you feeling?”

“Fine. Fine, thank you.” I nervously tucked tendrils of hair behind my ear like an obsessed cat grooming herself. “Thank you again for allowing me to do this remotely. I really am seriously super thankful and I’ll have you know that this type of leadership and compassion is the type of thing I hope to foster myself, one day when I’m a professor and am inspiring students.” Shit, I was rambling.

There they sat all in a row like the investors on
Shark Tank
or a panel taking kindergarten applications at a prestigious school in a swanky neighborhood.

“Thank you. Well, could you please begin?”

I spoke as if I were running for President of the United States. With such passion, articulation, and yes, acting skills, I could feel the magic in the words and I just knew I was hitting a home run. I could just picture the professors arguing over who would get to mentor me. My ideas were original. I had the passion. I could be one of those students that changed the world and they could be a part of that. I felt like a pioneer.

After making love again to celebrate, we went snorkeling, had a feast at lunch, took a nap, and then woke up for dinner. And just like that another day in paradise had passed us by like a sudden firefly dressing the festive air of a summer night.

The sound of thunder and the crack of the lightning bolt snapped us awake. We quickly went inside the yacht as the first pitter-patter of rain fell like a soft crescendo before a downpour.

Oh, the irony of weather.

“Don’t worry. There’s plenty of things we can still do in here.” He winked. “Movies, games, us.”

“Do you mind if I check my e-mail to see if my professors have commented on my oral defense?”

“Sure. I actually need to check mine, as well.”

And just like that, our phones turned on to the sounds of so many alerts and buzzes, texts, e-mail alerts, and voicemails an eerie chill coincided with a crack of thunder and there was no shaking the feeling: I was doomed.

Emily
:
Is there something you want to tell me?

             
Lacy from Texas
:
Holy fuck! You are like on a yacht with BRADLEY RAINSHAW. WTF. When did you two fall in love?

Claire:
Can’t wait to see you in Paris. A little birdy told me you were getting some much needed r&r. I seriously want you to know that I think that whole idea is seriously FAB. You deserve it. I knew you would always be my sister. Wink.

Lacy from Texas
:
OMG, were y’all like in love your whole life and that’s why you moved away? Why didn’t you tell me?

              Mom
:
How did your defense go? I would like to send a plane for you for Thursday to pick you up and meet Claire and I in Paris for the gala. I know you normally do not like to attend these things but I think as a family unit, we need to be there for Bradley now more than ever.

Emily
:
Like there’s a girl that looks just like you that’s kissing Bradley. I’m assuming it IS you.

Professor Lancaster
:
Hi Kate. I just would like to make sure you received the panel’s e-mail. There is no need to reply. Thank You
.

Lacy from Texas
:
Is his like cock as big as they say it is? I promise I won’t confirm with like USweekly or anything. Lucky bitch! Do you know how epic this makes you?

Mom
:
Sweetie, I…well, I just want you to know that I know about the yacht. And Maldives. And I’m okay with it. I really am. Should I send the plane for you somewhere else then? Or, will you be coming back with Bradley?

“Oh my god. I could throw up. Is your phone about the same thing my phone messages are about?”

His face was frozen, too frozen. He actually looked like someone pushed pause on a DVR. Hello? Speak! How do you feel about this?

“Bradley?”

His lip finally twitched and his aqua eyes darkened to deep pools of water. “I’ll be right back. Stay in here.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. This was bad. My stomach was in my throat as I tapped the e-mail with my thumb, scrolling for the familiar e-mail of my professors.

The subject matter:
We know.

Kate,

We regret to inform you that we will not be able to supervise your studies next year. Partying it up on a yacht isn’t the academic behavior we expect from our serious students. And no, we don’t believe everything we see in the press. After reviewing the recorded Skype session, our suspicions were confirmed that you indeed were on the yacht. The rocking was undeniably there. Perhaps you should attend your graduate studies in the states where the students are more lax.