Playboy - A Stepbrother Romance (13 page)

“It’s a long story,” I said, not wanting to get into all the reasons I needed the extra money I got from gaming. “I’ll tell you another time.”

“Okay. But how do you even hide it when you have so many online fans?”

“Most of them are from other states or overseas, so it’s not like I’d run into them in the street,” I said. “And the only other person I know who plays games is Kara. So it’s not like my Mom would ever go onto some online game and see me doing it.”

“Fair enough. I won’t tell her. But I want something from you in return…”

He was close to me now, so close that I could hear each and every breath he took.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice a breathy whisper as I stared up at him. God, he was so tall and muscular. Even though I wasn’t the slimmest of girls, I felt tiny next to him.

“How about…a kiss for a secret?” he murmured.

That old smirk of his was back, and I arched an eyebrow. “I have those baby photos you just gave me, remember? If you tell my Mom about my Elune profile, I can send your photos to the media to get revenge. So it’s more like a secret for a secret. You keep mine and I keep yours.”

He chuckled softly. “Not fair. That was for a different issue. I want my kiss, and I think you want to give it to me, Anya.”

He wasn’t wrong.

Possessive need filled his gaze. He leaned his face down to mine, and his hot breath caressed my ear, sending shivers down my spine. One hand moved around to the small of my back, and I let out a gasp as his lips came down on my neck.

Tonight, he’d shown me that he could be vulnerable, and now I was going to make myself vulnerable to him again. I tilted my head further upwards and pressed my lips to his, and then his hands were all over me, tearing at my clothes as our mouths meshed together in a sensual kiss.

Wanton need exploded in me, demanding I touch him, go wild and strip him, do everything to him. He was turning me on like never before, and I needed him in a way I’d never needed anybody. I needed his lips on mine, sweet and hot. I needed his hands all over my body, stroking and caressing every inch of my curves. Most of all, I needed him inside me, stretching me and filling me like had on that first night together, so long ago.

Cam pulled back, a flash of triumph in his eyes as I pulled his shirt and pants off, and then his lips curled into a grin before crashing down on mine again. His mouth pressed firmly on mine, tongue sliding over the seam of my lips before diving into my mouth as I breathed in, and I yearned for more and more.

I moaned into the kiss, loving the way he dominated our embrace; how every touch felt like he was caressing and kissing me from head to toe. It was just like I remembered, and it felt so freaking perfect to have him touching me as if he owned my body. Maybe a part of him always
had
owned me. After all, I’d never felt this good with any of the guys I’d dated since him.

Cam’s hands were moving down now, slowly caressing and squeezing my ass before sliding up underneath my skirt. His fingers reached higher and higher, stroking the soft skin of my inner thighs as they moved, and my breaths began to come fast and shallow.

His hand reached my panties, and he drew back from our kiss and looked at me with a question in his eyes. I nodded, and he smirked wickedly and yanked the panties down. I stepped out of them as they dropped onto the floor, and a smile played on Cam’s lips as he sank down in front of me.

He pushed my skirt up and nudged my legs apart where I stood, and I moaned softly as he began to plant soft kisses up and down every inch of my warm skin. A second later, his tongue was sliding up and down my folds, making me shiver with arousal as he settled on my clit, and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out.

Tracing slow circles over my bud with his tongue, Cam moved his hand back up between my legs and pressed a finger to my entrance. I knew I was already soaking wet for him, and he gently sucked on my clit before pressing the finger inside. I gasped, and his mouth kept working away between my legs, licking, sucking and nibbling until I felt like I might explode any second.

He slid another finger inside me, and I moaned with delight as he began to curl them inside me, moving them in a beckoning motion and hitting a sweet spot inside me which drove me wild. His tongue continued to trace little circles around the throbbing bud of my clit, and seconds later, an orgasm crashed over me.

My body bucked, pleasure shooting through me so hard and fast that I thought I might pass out, and every inch of me shook from the intensity. I’d never come so fast. Never. Not even on that first night with him, which had been incredible.

I gasped and whimpered as his hands and mouth continued to play between my legs, and I pushed him away. I was so sensitive now that it was beginning to ache.

“Mm…that’s enough,” I murmured, tugging on his hair.

He rose to his feet, grinned, and pressed his lips back onto mine before pulling away only a second later.

“You’re wrong,” he said. “It’s not enough. I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.”

With that, he stripped my skirt off me, and I was left in only my bra. He’d already taken my top off earlier, and he reached around to my back and unhooked my bra, leaving me standing completely nude before him. His eyes darkened as he took in my breasts, and he cupped them in both hands before leaning down and moving his mouth over my nipples.

A jolt of electricity shot through me and I shuddered against him. He scooped me up in his strong, tanned arms and carried me to the bed, and I sighed in anticipation, knowing that the next moments were going to be even more magical than before.

As he threw me down on the bed, he climbed on top of me and settled his weight between my open legs. His mouth went back to my ear, and he murmured softly.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed your body.”

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” I replied softly. It was the truth. No matter how much I’d pretended to hate him after the awful thing I thought he’d done to me, I’d still missed him, even when it made me hate myself for being so stupid.

Now I knew I hadn’t been stupid. I’d been right. My heart had somehow always known that Cam was right for me despite what my brain had told me, and I should’ve listened to it a long time ago.

Cam pushed my legs even further apart as he moved himself so that his groin was digging into mine. I could feel his hardness against me, and I whimpered as he began to grind himself against my body, rubbing against my still-sensitive clit and driving me wild.

“Condoms,” I gasped out. “Second drawer.”

He leaned over to my bedside table and grabbed the protection, and I watched as he slid it down over his hard cock. Jesus, it was even bigger than I remembered it.

I grabbed at his chest, pulling him back down on top of me as lust clouded my mind. There was nothing but him; wanting him…needing him…having him. His cock pressed up against my entrance, ready to take me, and my core throbbed with desire.

“Now,” I moaned. “Stop teasing me!”

“Beg for it,” he growled, one hand curling around my right breast.

“Please, Cam…”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me,” I whimpered. “Please fuck me!”

His jaw tightened, and he pushed forward. I cried out as the broad head of his cock slid inside me, stretching my muscles taut, and he leaned down and pressed his mouth against my ear again.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so hot. So wet…feels so fucking good…”

He withdrew and then thrust into me again, slowly and teasingly, and I gasped and sank my nails into his back, clinging to him. Fiery need rocked me to the core as he moved inside me, harder and faster with each stroke, and I moaned with every glide of our bodies joining as one. This wasn’t great sex. This was earth-shattering, unbelievable, out of this world sex, even though it had only just begun…and I never wanted it to stop.

My insides felt like they were melting as he fucked me, and tension curled around my spine as another climax slowly approached, turning my movements jerky and frantic.

“Oh, god…Cam…” I moaned, bucking my hips in a rhythm with his.

Cam groaned and continued slamming into me, faster and faster, and I bit my lip as my fingernails sank deeper into his skin. His hands on my body felt hot, hotter than ever before. His cock throbbed inside me with each and every thrust, and I knew I was close to my release.

Oh-so close.

Closing my eyes, I focused on the waves of pleasure radiating out from my core, and Cam growled into my ear again.

“Come for me, baby,” he said. “Let me feel you come on my cock.”

That was all I needed to push me over the edge again, and my orgasm tore through me like a tropical storm. Pleasure shook me, leaving me dazed and unable to breathe for a second, and my muscles tightened around Cam’s cock, making him groan louder than before.

“That’s it,” he said, slamming into me even harder. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

Shudders racked my entire body, and Cam waited for me to recover before pulling me on top of him. “Come on,” he said. “Ride me. I want to see all of you.”

My mind was so clouded with lust and pleasure that I could barely see, but Cam held me as I straddled him. I lifted my hips, lowering myself onto him, and a short, sharp gasp escaped my mouth as I felt him stretching me yet again, filling me more than ever.

A wicked grin curled his lips up as he watched me, and he grabbed my ass cheeks, urging me to grind myself against his cock. His other hand slid up my back, stroking me and holding me steady as I began to rock back and forth. I ground my pussy into his pelvis as I rode him, and the increased pressure on my clit made my mouth fall open, whimper after whimper spilling from it as pleasure swelled within me again.

I moved faster and faster, bouncing up and down, and then I leaned back, supporting my hands on Cam’s calves. He slid the pad of his thumb onto my clit, stroking it in soft circles, and white hot need exploded in my core.

“I’m going to come again,” I moaned. “Oh, god…”

My muscles grasped at his cock as my third orgasm for the night ripped through me, and suddenly it was like I’d forgotten how to breathe or speak again. I could hardly take this much pleasure, but it kept coming and coming.

Cam gripped my hips, thrusting deeply into me before letting out a low groan and holding still as his cock pulsed and throbbed within me.

“Shit,” he gasped. “That was even better than I remembered.”

Perspiration covered both of us in a light sheen, and he didn’t slide out of me. After a few breathless moments, I climbed off him and lay next to him on my bed, and he squeezed my hand in his as we both caught our breath.

During our wild lovemaking session, all I’d been able to see, hear and taste was Cam…but now I could hear something else in my room. He heard it too, and he sat up.

“What is that?” he asked. “That clicking sound.”

Click, click, click.

It was coming from my desk, and my hand flew to my mouth in abject horror.

Click, click…OH MY GOD.

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit! I left the freaking webcam on!” I shrieked. Cam’s face paled, and he sat bolt upright.

I sprang to my feet and grabbed my dressing gown from where it was hanging on my closet door. Frantically wrapping it around my naked body, I slammed the lid of my laptop shut and then stood there staring at the desk, frozen as still as a statue as I comprehended what had just happened.

“Was that camera…was it broadcasting to anyone?” Cam asked, joining me. “Is that what the clicking was?”

Hot tears sprang to my eyes as he spoke. I’d logged out of my online game earlier, but I’d totally forgotten to turn the Twitch stream off.

“Yes,” I said, turning to him with a fearful gaze. “At least fifty thousand people just watched us have sex…”

Chapter 15

Cam

Fuck. This could
not
be happening.

“Are you sure?” I asked Anya. “Maybe your streaming channel automatically switched off when everyone realized you’d logged out of your game. Or maybe no one was even watching anymore. Can you check?”

Anya sighed and looked at me like she didn’t have the heart to tell me that that wasn’t how it worked, but she opened her laptop anyway. “I’ll check,” she said quietly.

I quickly pulled my clothes back on as she typed her password in, and her hand shook as she pointed out some things on the screen to me a moment later.

“See that?” she said. “It was logged into my channel until two minutes ago. It only auto-logs me out and turns the webcam off if I actually close my laptop. And I only closed it just then.”

“So anyone watching your stream would’ve seen what we were doing,” I replied, putting my head in my hands.

“Yes,” she said. She sounded completely numb. “And all that clicking—that was more and more people signing on to watch.”

Shit. “How many?” I asked.

The look on her face told me that it was even worse than she’d initially thought.

She pointed to a set of numbers on the bottom of the screen, and her voice almost cracked from stress as she explained what they meant. “There were fifty thousand people watching when I logged out of the game. Some of them left as soon as they saw that I’d logged out, but others stayed, because they must’ve thought I was going to play another game or something. Then you came in, and…”

She paused and pointed to a time stamp. “This must be the time when we started…when we started having sex. The people who were still watching must’ve mentioned what was happening on some other websites, because the final number watching us is over a million.”

Jesus fucking Christ. So much for fixing my reputation. Over a million people had just watched me screw Anya on a live stream. As if that wasn’t bad enough, it was only a matter of time before they discovered that she was my stepsister.

Anya’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m so sorry, Cam,” she said. “It’s my fault. I forgot to turn it off, and now…”

Her voice trailed off, and I slung an arm around her and gently rubbed her back. “It’s not entirely your fault,” I said. “I surprised you by randomly showing up here. No wonder you forgot to turn it off.”

She shook her head. “Don’t try to deflect the blame onto yourself. It’s my fault, and only mine,” she said, her shoulders racked with sobs as she began to cry in earnest. “Oh, god, what the hell are we going to do? At least one person is bound to have recognized you and recorded that onto their computer, and an hour from now, that video will be everywhere!”

“Our very first sex tape…” I said. “Step-tape?”

I was trying to make light of the situation so that she’d calm down, even though there was nothing amusing about this situation. She was practically hyperventilating from crying so much.

“It’s not funny,” she said, wiping her face. “We’re so screwed!”

I sighed. “I know. Sorry. I was trying to make you feel better.”

“Don’t try to make me feel better. I don’t deserve it. I’ve ruined everything,” she said. “Your public image…god, it was my job to fix it for you, and now I’ve gone and done this!”

I stayed silent, mulling things over as she cried on my shoulder, and I finally stood up. Grabbing some tissues from her desk, I wiped her face and then looked down at her.

“Pack a bag,” I said. “We need to get out of here.”

“And go where?” she asked, her eyes wide.

“Somewhere where no one can find us for a while. I know just the place.”

“We can’t just run away.”

“Anya, like you said, this video is gonna be everywhere within the next hour. Within the next day or two, the whole city will know about it, and that means our parents will know.”

“And they’ll totally kill us,” she said.

I nodded. “Yeah. I’m not saying we should run away forever. We should just give them some time to calm down a bit before we see them. So let’s go. We’ll go away for a few days, just the two of us.”

I wasn’t scared of my Dad or Christina. I was scared for Anya, though. She was so sensitive, and I knew it would affect her badly if her Mom and my Dad spent the next few weeks screaming at her, especially seeing as she already blamed herself for it. I could handle whatever shit they lobbed at me, but I didn’t want Anya to be hurt.

We just needed a few days alone. Maybe the accidental sex tape fiasco would have calmed down a bit by the time we returned to the city, and everyone would have moved onto the next scandal. Besides, everyone had a sex tape these days….right? It hadn’t hurt various other famous people’s careers much when their tapes had been leaked. We just had to get through the first few days of shock and scandal.

Anya was silent for a moment, and then she nodded. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll pack some things.”

As she did that, I searched through several gossip sites on my phone, and my heart sank as I saw that one of them had already picked up on the story.
Breaking: Cam Meyers featured in amateur sex tape with mystery gaming streamer known as Elune
—
who is she really?

Only ten minutes later, five other sites had picked up on it. Jesus, this thing was spreading like wildfire. The sweat on my skin from our crazy sex had barely even dried, yet hundreds of thousands of people already knew exactly what I’d been up to.

Just when we thought New York’s favorite playboy was cleaning up his act… Cam Meyers embroiled in seemingly accidental sex scandal,
one of the new gossip headlines said.

Mystery girl in Meyers sex tape revealed as Anya Cruz – Cam’s STEPSISTER!!
another headline screamed.

It hadn’t taken long for them to find out exactly who Anya was in relation to me. I had no idea how that had happened so quickly, but that was just how the internet was these days. It worked fast, and if you didn’t keep up, you’d be left behind in the dust. Luckily, because it worked so fast and people were constantly seeking new forms of entertainment, scandals didn’t usually last long. A few weeks from now, this would have died down too.

I damn well hoped so, anyway. I just needed to pray that my career hadn’t totally tanked as a result of this.

Anya finished stashing some sweaters in a duffel bag, and then she looked over at me. “What about you?” she asked. “You don’t have anything with you. It’s freezing; you’ll need some coats, scarves, and so on.”

“Shit. My building will probably be crawling with paparazzi. Um…does your best friend know about us?”

“She knew I was going to talk to you tonight, yeah.”

“Could you ask her if she’d quickly go over to my apartment and grab some stuff for me?” I asked.

I hated to put her friend in such a crappy position, but I needed clothes and toiletries if Anya and I were going to leave town for a few days, and we could hardly risk going shopping anytime soon unless we wanted to be mobbed.

“I’ll ask,” Anya replied. “She’s only a few doors down.”

She sent a quick text, and ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. “Hey! It’s just me!” a feminine voice said from the other side of it.

Anya quickly opened up. “Thanks for coming,” she said, welcoming in a tall blonde girl before closing the door. “Kara, this is Cam.”

“Hi, Cam,” Kara said. “Glad to finally meet you. So what’s going on? I’ve been zoned out on this assignment all night.”

We filled her in on what had happened, and her eyes widened so far I thought they might actually pop out of her head.

“Are you serious? You two…you did that?” she said. “Oh, man…this is bad. I mean, I’m happy that you guys are finally together, but this is super-bad.”

“I know,” Anya said, her face grim. “My Mom is gonna murder me.”

“Yeah. I think Cam’s right,” Kara replied. “You guys should skip town for a few days until things die down a bit, as cowardly as it sounds. I’ve seen your Mom mad, and that was just for little things, like when you accidentally broke some of her antique china a few months ago. I’d hate to see how she’d react to this. So yeah, give her some time to calm down. Just send her a text first, saying that you’re okay and that you’ll talk to her soon.”

“Okay. Good idea,” Anya replied.

“Kara, I hate to ask, but would you be able go to my apartment and grab me some clothes?” I asked. “We’re worried the paps will be all over the place. But they don’t know you—no offence—so you could easily go in there without them bothering you.”

Kara smiled. “No offence taken. And sure, I’ll help. Just give me your keys or whatever you need to get it, and I’ll head over there now.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks so much. I’ll text my doorman to tell him to expect you.”

“No problem,” she said. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t answer your phone or door to anyone else, Anya.”

She left, and I turned to Anya. “You’re lucky you have such good friends. I can’t think of a single person I know who wouldn’t sell me out to the media.”

I hadn’t realized how true that was until I’d spoken the words aloud. The kind of friends I’d made with my party-hard lifestyle weren’t exactly the most trustworthy people. Right now, Anya was the only person I trusted, and if she trusted Kara, then I knew she wouldn’t screw us over.

We sat in silence while we waited for Kara to return, periodically checking the gossip sites. The media was in a frenzy, even though it was quite late at night by this stage, and soon, my phone began lighting up with texts, calls and emails. My Dad tried calling a few times, but I let the calls go to voicemail along with the rest.

“I’m back!” Kara called out from the door, and Anya quietly let her in again.

“I just grabbed a bunch of stuff from your drawers and wardrobe,” she said, dumping a suitcase at my feet. “Sorry, I had to go through your underwear drawer to grab some stuff. I tried to close my eyes, though.”

I chuckled. “That’s fine. Thanks again for doing this.”

“It’s cool. It’s kind of exciting helping you guys hide out. Can you tell me where you’re going, in case there’s some sort of emergency and I need to get in contact?”

I hesitated before answering. “There’s a cabin in the woods upstate. It used to belong to my Mom. We’re going there.”

Anya flashed me a surprised look. I’d never mentioned my mother to her before, with good reason. I’d been planning on telling her all about that part of my life someday, but I hadn’t planned on doing it so soon.

The cabin was in the middle of nowhere, so I drew Kara a little map and wrote down some directions. She took a photo of it with her phone and then tore the map to shreds. “That way no one will find the hard copy in my drawer or anything,” she said with a wink.

“Are you secretly a spy?” Anya asked. “I didn’t even think of that.”

Kara stuck her tongue out. “I guess I’m not your typical dumb blonde. By the way, remember that guy from League who I thought was a bit crazy?”

“Yeah?” Anya replied.

“Well, he’s settled down now, but we decided to just be friends. Anyway, he’s some sort of genius hacker. I’m going to ask him to look into taking your sex tape off the internet.”

“Can you even do that?” I asked. “I thought it was impossible to erase stuff entirely once it’s out there.”

She shrugged. “It’s at least worth a try. Even if it isn’t taken down entirely, he should still be able to make it as difficult as possible to access it. You can also file takedown notices to any site that has it, threatening legal action if they don’t comply. I’m gonna go start doing that now. The quicker it gets taken down, the quicker everyone will forget about it.”

Anya began to tear up as Kara spoke. “Thank you,” she managed to choke out. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Kara smiled. “It’s cool. I’ll just need two things in return…”

“What’s that?” Anya asked.

“Firstly, you know that legendary weapon you won a couple of months ago in Warcraft? I want it,” Kara replied, her grin growing wider.

Anya began to laugh through her tears. “It’s yours.”

“I also want a selfie with Cam,” Kara continued. “And he has to kiss me on the cheek.”

I chuckled, and Anya raised an eyebrow.

“C’mon!” Kara said. “You get to date the guy! I just want one picture being kissed by a famous person.”

Anya’s tears had stopped entirely now, and she grabbed Kara’s phone and smiled. “Fine. I’ll take the picture,” she said. “Cam…kiss her on the cheek!”

I did as she said, and Anya took the photo before returning the phone to Kara.

“Well, I’ll head off now,” Kara said. “Good luck, guys. And Anya—if your Mom calls me, I’ll tell her I have no idea where you are, okay?”

Anya nodded and hugged her, and I picked up our bags.

“Well,” I said as they finally broke apart. “Looks like it’s time for our very first road trip…”

I’d kept telling myself the only reason I was taking her and running was so I could spare her the pain of media savagery and parental rage for a few days, but that wasn’t entirely true.