ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: The CEO's Game (CEO Bad Boy Alpha Male Stepbrother Romance) (New Adult Romance Short Stories) (13 page)

Chapter 9

One snowy afternoon found us alone in the house while Angela was out Christmas shopping. With seven siblings Christmas shopping always took her a full day. We had started in the kitchen while Jason was doing dishes. I came up behind him and slipped my hands under his shirt in a familiar and romantic gesture. His back stiffened a little and he said, “What did you need Natalie?” He put another dish on the rack.

I slid my hand lower, dipping my fingers under the waist of his jeans and caressing his chest. “The dishes can wait you know.”

“I’ve almost got them finished.” He didn’t push me away but he didn’t relax either.

I reached down his boxers and fondled him. “Can’t we go play for a while? Angela is gone and you can always do the dishes when she gets back.”

For a minute I thought he was actually going to turn me down, but then his cock started to stiffen in my hands. He was breathing deeper and he had stopped washing dishes; he stood there with his hands in the sink and his eyes closed.

I smiled and caressed his chest again. “Come and take a break. Just fill the sink up to soak and come with me. It’s cold and windy outside. Let’s go warm each other up.” I kissed his back and pressed up against him. “My room or yours? Or did you want to have sex on the couch today?”

“Your room,” he said quickly. “Let’s go.” He shook off his hands, shook free of me, and headed off towards my room.

I smiled and followed him, stripping my shirt off as he went.

As I came in he said, “Natalie I …” but then he turned around and stopped.

“Yes?” I unclipped my bra and dropped it to the ground. He was so hard his jeans were tenting. I walked up to him and rubbed his cock through the fabric.

“Nothing,” he muttered. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and kissed me hard. His free hand grabbed my breast and squeezed. I fumbled to free his cock from his pants.

He stepped free of his jeans and practically dragged me with him to the bed. He sat, pulling me on top of him, and shoved my skirt up. I had left off the underwear in anticipation and I was already wet and willing so it was very easy for him to pull me onto him. I straddled him and rode him as he thrust up under me. It was fast and hard and left me panting. As soon as he had filled me with cum he rolled away, dumping me on the bed.

“What’s the rush?” I said, reaching for him.

“I have dishes to do, excuse me.”

I watched him leave, feeling confused.

Chapter 10

The last weekend before first term exams we were alone again so I put on the sexy lingerie I had picked up as an early Christmas gift to myself and wandered over to his room. I struck a sexy pose in the doorway and said, “Did you want to be on the naughty list? Or the nice list?”

He looked up from his studying and then back down without batting an eye. I wasn’t even sure his breathing had changed. “I’m busy Natalie.”

“Let’s take a break from studying.” I took a few steps forward.

“Get out of my room,” he said without looking up.

“You don’t mean that.”

Now he looked up, and he didn’t look happy. “Natalie, I’m studying, get out of my room, and for fuck’s sake, go put some clothes on.”

“It’s for fuck’s sake that I’m not wearing any,” I said with a sly smile.

“OUT!”

“Okay, okay, I’m going! Geez.” I retreated, feeling hurt and confused. Back in my room I curled up on the bed trying not to cry. I don’t know how long I stayed curled up there before he showed up at my door but I was drifting towards sleep and at first I thought he was just a dream.

“Natalie.”

“What?” I murmured.

“Look, I didn’t want to tell you now, not with exams around the corner, but this has to stop.”

I sat up. “What has to stop?”

“Us, the sex, the secrets, it all has to stop.”

“So you want to tell people?”

“No. Never. You’ll not breathe a word of this to anyone. It stops now.”

“But I thought you loved me.”

“Dammit Natalie, I did love you once, as a sister! You ruined that when you took your shirt off. I told you things would never be the same.”

“But …”

“But what? But you thought we could be lovers? That we could date? That we would get married or live together? We’re siblings, Natalie. Legally we’re siblings, everyone looks at us and sees siblings, everyone in our family considers us siblings. We have no future together. None. No one will accept us sleeping together.”

“We don’t need anyone else!”

“I’m not going to be your secret sex toy for the rest of my life, Natalie.”

“Why would you say it that way? You were into it.”

“I was drunk and you were naked, so yeah, I fucked you. And then it was like, well I’m already down this rabbit hole I might as well have fun.”

“So what changed? Isn’t it fun anymore?”

“The running around and hiding was exciting at first, now it’s too stressful. And …”

“And what? What? Oh my god, there’s someone else, isn’t there?”

“Yes, Natalie, there is. I’m not going to fuck you anymore because I’m not going to cheat on her. It’s over between us. And this living arrangement, I don’t think it’s going to work anymore.”

“Why not?” I snapped, tears welling up in my eyes. “Are you afraid I’m going to tell your girlfriend that you fucked your step-sister and liked it? Are you afraid I’m going to seduce you again?”

“Yes.”

“You believe I’d do that?”

“Yes.”

“So you’re moving out?”

“Actually, I was hoping you would move out.”

“ME!” I was shrieking now and I didn’t care. I didn’t care about looking sexy or composed, not when my heart was breaking and my step-brother, the boy I loved, was kicking me out of his life completely. “Why the fuck should I leave?!”

He looked down at his hands.

“Oh my fucking god you’re dating Angela! You’re dating miss plain-Jane, prudish, Angela! She’s not your type!”

“You’re right, but maybe my type has been wrong all this time. We’ve had a lot of chances to talk and get to know each other and I think I love her.”

“Enough to go celibate until you graduate and can offer her a wedding ring, because that’s what she’s going to want,” I said bitterly.

“Yes, Natalie, enough to remain celibate, and that includes not cheating on her. I just think it’s best for all of us if you’re not here in the new year. You don’t want to watch us falling in love, and I don’t want you doing or saying anything to put my relationship with her at risk.”

“You’re really doing this to me just days before exams?”

“I told you, I wanted to wait, but you pushed. If you had just walked out the first time I asked you to I would have left it alone. But you’ll never stop pushing. You think that a little swagger of your hips and a little skin and I’ll just fall in line with your schemes. And that’s not going to happen.”

“So what am I supposed to do?”

“Go home for Christmas. You don’t have a job keeping you here like Angela and I do. Put in for a dorm room for the next semester, or find another place, and don’t come back here.”

“So that’s it then?”

“That’s it.”

“You’re not afraid I’ll tell Angela everything?”

“I’ll deny it. I’ll say you’ve gone crazy with jealousy. You’ll lose her friendship too.”

“I don’t want to be friends with her anymore. Get out of here.”

“Will you leave?”

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!”

I spent the rest of the evening crying. And most of the next day too. Monday I went and wrote my first exam with a feeling of emotionless calm. The crying had emptied me. I looked over the last month with fresh eyes. I’d been so caught up watching for an opportunity to fuck him that I hadn’t noticed the long quiet evenings they spent together at the table discussing homework. I hadn’t seen the shy glances between them. I hadn’t noticed the little smiles, or the seemingly casual touches.

When my exams were done I packed everything I owned into boxes. I took just what I needed for the holidays and went home.

Was I running away with my tail between my legs? Hell yes. Was I giving in and giving up without a fight? Yeah. For now. If I stayed they were likely to find their own place and leave me with the rent, or with strange roommates. I'm not going to watch my step-brother fall in love with Angela. No. He's not going to fall in love with her. Not if I can help it.

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Ryker's Mountain:

RESCUE

Love Triangle Romance

By: A.J. Winter

CHAPTER ONE

When I say my boyfriend is rich, don’t start thinking Wall Street mogul or tech billionaire, I just mean that in our city his family ranked with the elites. His great grandfather started a factory and now it employed a lot of people and made a lot of stuff and his whole family was pretty well off compared to the rest of us. It’s not like I was hurting for cash though, my father was a programmer for a big company and my mom was a dental hygienist, I didn’t want for anything growing up and I could pass for pretty high end which was how I landed Joel. We were quite the pair. He looked like one of those guys off from an Abercrombie ad, tousled hair, buff, polo shirts and khaki shorts, no tattoos, and I was an average, slender faced, black girl with an average body and thick black hair.

After graduating from high school my parents insisted that my free ride was over, I could live at home rent free but I had to work or go to school. If I didn’t go to school I had to pay for my own cell phone, my own clothes, my own trips to get my nails done, all of it. Sure they still fed me and paid the electric bills but it still meant thirty hour weeks in black slacks, a white top, and low heels serving drinks at one of the upscale restaurants in town.

My boyfriend Joel went off to school and thankfully the business courses he needed were offered locally so we weren’t stuck in one of those long distance relationships, but sometimes he forgot that the working girl doesn’t get four months off every year. Which is why we were arguing, something that had started happening more and more over the school year.

“It’s one weekend, Emily.”

“No, a weekend is Saturday and Sunday, you want to leave Thursday morning and come back Monday night. That’s five days I’d have to take off of work.”

“But it’s summer vacation, and it’s just one weekend, and Buddy and Julia are coming and it’ll be fun, and we’ll have a campfire and go kayaking …”

“I can’t, Joel. I can’t take that many days off of work! My boss would fire me!”

“Then quit.”

“Ha, ha. You know my mom’s deal. I have to work or she’ll kick me out.”

“Fine then, move out.”

“Right, quit my job so I have no money and then move out and have nothing to pay the rent with. Because that makes sense.”

He glared at me. He didn’t like the dry, sarcastic wit I had inherited from my father. “I’m serious Emily. Move in with me. We spend most of our time at my place anyways. Move in with me and you can help me keep the place clean, you can cook, and I’ll pay for your time.”

“I don’t know, Joel, I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Will you ask for the time off at least?”

I rolled me eyes. “I’ll ask, but don’t get your hopes up.”

I was genuinely surprised that my boss was willing to give me that many shifts off but apparently there was someone asking for extra hours for a few weeks so it all worked out, this time.

“Don’t you go making a habit out of asking for a whole week off,” my boss said, shaking a finger at me. “I don’t keep lazy, layabouts on staff. You work or you get fired.”

“I know, I promise it won’t be a regular thing, not even during the summer.” I had the time off and that meant my number one excuse for getting out of the camping trip was out the window.

Wednesday before my shift I packed my bag. Spending the weekend with Buddy and Julia wasn’t exactly appealing. I swear Buddy and Joel could have been brothers, or at least cousins, and Julia looked like a French model, pale and long limbed, with perfectly straight hair that never had any fly-away bits, and these crisp blue eyes. They were nice people, but like my boyfriend they were kids from actual rich families, not just a family that was well enough off that their daughter could play at being upper crust. Not only that, but when Buddy and Joel got together they got really competitive and started doing crazy, reckless things. Boys will be boys and all that but rich boys with big, fast, dangerous toys was scary.

We left very early Thursday morning, all four of us in Buddy’s SUV. There were two kayaks strapped to the roof and a trailer on the hitch. The back was loaded with bags and coolers and Julia and I sat in the back seat while Joel and Buddy took turns driving.

I slept through the early part of the drive, having worked a long, late, busy shift the night before, and when I opened my eyes again the city was far behind us. We passed through a few small towns, stopping for the occasional fuel top-up, bathroom break, or snack run, so the drive took most of the day, even with Buddy speeding on the open highway.

We headed for a spot Buddy knew by the North Platte River. Dense trees alternated with grasslands as we wound down the highway. There weren’t many animals but it was mid-afternoon and most of them were probably in the cool of the trees or down by the river. Once we were away from the highway and out on the back roads there wasn’t much for people either.

A whole weekend without power, without internet, and without anyone but Julia, Buddy, and Joel to talk to.
I thought.
Why did I agree to this? Why didn’t I just stay home and work?