Score - A Stepbrother Romance (28 page)

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rew turned back
and looked at me, a question in his eyes. Emotion brimmed up in my own eyes, and I spoke in a soft voice.

“You’re always trying to rescue me,” I said.

His forehead creased with confusion. “What do you mean?” he asked.

I knew he probably didn’t even remember this, but an old memory made images flood into my mind. I’d been around eight at the time, and I’d been out one morning riding my new bike around. I’d been thrilled when my Mom bought it for me, because it was all shiny and pink, and then Wesley Hoss from across the road had strolled over to me with his little gang of friends. They’d started teasing me about my pink bike, and then Wesley had pushed me off it. As I sat on the ground in tears, my elbows grazed and my shorts splattered in mud from a puddle I’d half-landed in, they’d all laughed uproariously at my embarrassment until Drew had shown up.

He’d been collecting tadpoles in the creek behind his house and must have heard me crying, and he’d torn across his yard and headed straight for us before shoving Wesley. Wesley hadn’t been expecting it, and he’d slipped over right into another puddle, much to the amusement of his so-called friends who had instantly started to mock him instead. Drew was half Wesley’s size, but he’d had no trouble standing up for me when I needed it the most. As if pushing Wesley hadn’t been enough, he’d then shouted at him for picking on a girl until he and his little gang took off on their own bikes.

“I just meant…you’re always here when I need you,” I said, unable to express everything I really meant. I’d figured he was incapable of changing back from the asshole I thought he’d become, but he’d proven me wrong. Maybe he was an asshole some of the time, but deep down, he was still the same old Andrew; the nice kid who’d always been there for me when I was scared and upset. When all the crap had happened with my Dad returning to haunt us, he’d stepped up and done everything he could to make me feel safe.

I didn’t just feel safe. I felt something else. A deep longing to touch him, hold him, kiss him the way I had that night in the woods. I’d tried to fight those feelings off, but that kiss had meant something whether or not I’d wanted to admit it.

And now I was admitting it.

He took a step closer. “Sophie…” he murmured, reaching out and tucking a loose strand of damp hair behind my ear.

Without warning, his lips were on mine. Shocked, I stood there and let him kiss me. It wasn’t rough or hard like the last time he’d kissed me. He simply pressed his lips close and gently touched them to mine.

His mouth was scorching against mine, and he reached out and placed a hand on my arm, gently stroking my skin. As soon as he touched me, I felt as if a thousand butterflies had taken flight in my stomach. He pulled away just as a soft moan escaped my mouth.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You don’t need this right now,” he said, looking right in my eyes.

A thousand replies bubbled to my lips and died before I could get any of them out. The heat that radiated from his body warmed me up along with the fire in my belly that the touch of his lips on mine had kindled, and his hand on my arm sent sharp, tingling shivers down my spine. Being here with him now just felt so right. I’d tried to push my feelings for him down, right down where I couldn’t reach them, but now they were rushing back to my brain and making me mad with desire. I wanted him like crazy, and that fact was completely and utterly undeniable.

“No,” I finally said. “I do need this. I need you.”

I tilted my chin up and kissed him again, and his big hands coasted over my shoulders, stroking and caressing my smooth skin. I could feel the area between my legs getting wet with desire from his stroking fingers alone, and a soft groan of pleasure escaped my mouth as I pulled away.

“I want you,” I continued. “I want you now.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes.”

His eyes came alive with passion as I spoke, and he moved his lips to my neck. His hand moved under my towel and slid lower and lower, and then his fingers were gently stroking over my clit. A soft cry escaped my mouth as he massaged with expert precision, and my body shuddered in response. The rapidly approaching pleasure was already threatening to engulf me, and I gripped his strong shoulders to keep steady.

He pulled away all of a sudden, and I whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

“Come on,” he murmured, pulling me across the hall and into his bedroom.

He closed the door, pulled his shirt off and pushed me down onto the bed, and I laid back and stretched out, allowing him to see my entire body as my towel fell away. He was the first man who’d ever seen me fully naked. Even on that night back at the hotel after Mint, he hadn’t seen me in anything less than a bra and skirt.

I was nervous about what was going to happen, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want it more than anything. He flashed me a mischievous grin and grabbed my hands, our fingers entwining as he raised my hands to his shoulders, bringing us even closer together. I ran the tips of my fingers over his broad shoulders and down his back and sides, squeezing and feeling the hard muscle that lay there. With every kiss that he planted on my neck and chest, little jolts of lightning shot through me in a tantalizing preview of what it would be like to feel him finally moving within me, taking my virginity in one hard thrust.

He raised his head up and then brought his lips down on mine again, and the fire that had started to build in my belly earlier quickly became a raging inferno. I gasped in my crazy desire for him, and he pulled away, grinning.

“I knew this’d happen again after that first night at Mint,” he said, cupping and squeezing my breasts in both hands. “You can’t resist me either.”

“Shut up and kiss me again,” I said breathlessly.

His eyes were wild with barely-contained primal lust. His jaw clenched, and each breath came fast and heavy as he took in my curves, grinning as he watched my delicate nipples harden at his touch. Leaning down, he kissed me again, and this time, his tongue slowly darted out of his mouth, trying to slide between my lips. I parted my lips, allowing his tongue to finally glide sensually in, entwining with mine and sending more and more lightning coursing through my veins. The embrace seemed to never end as we hungrily explored each other’s mouths, tasting and mapping every little part of each other. I could feel his heart beating like crazy, and I knew that my own pulse was just as quick. It was as if we matched up in every way, and I finally knew for certain that this couldn’t possibly be wrong, even if our parents were married to each other.

He gently nipped at my lower lip and then slid down the bed, propping himself up on his elbows once he was between my thighs. I looked down at him, and he looked back up at me with a wicked expression before nipping at my thighs. I gasped at the strange mixture of pleasure and pain and then moaned with delight as his mouth moved ever-closer to my center. His warm tongue slid along the sensitive line where my thighs met the area between my legs, and I sighed with anticipation, almost unable to wait any longer but knowing at the same time that it would be worth the wait when he finally gave me what I wanted so badly.

Drew moved one hand between my legs as he continued to lick and nibble the sensitive line, and he lightly brushed the pad of his thumb over my clit with delicate precision. Another soft moan escaped my mouth as his thumb touched the already-swollen nub, and I couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Oh… please!” I begged. “More.”

I felt him smile against my thighs, and seconds later his tongue was parting my folds, sliding up and down from top to bottom in long, fluid movements as his thumb continued to brush over my clit, gently rubbing and stroking it in small circles. I almost felt like crying with relief, and I threw my head back and closed my eyes, savoring every single sensation that was flooding through my mind and body as he worked away between my legs.

He moved his mouth onto my clit and began to suck and gently nibble the throbbing bud. I gasped as he slid one thick finger between my folds and then inside of me, exploring and feeling my tight wet warmth. Even though it was just a finger, I thought it would hurt given that I was still a virgin, but it didn’t at all. Drew groaned as he slowly pumped the finger in and out, and I moaned loudly as the vibrations from his mouth sent shockwaves spiraling throughout my entire body. The thought of coming with him inside me sent another shiver running down my spine, and I slid my hands to his head, running them through his messy hair as his mouth traced delicious patterns over and around my clit. He was playing my body with the touch of a master, and for a brief second, I wondered how he’d gotten so good. I quickly pushed the thought aside. This was no time to be jealous of the other girls he’d been with.

My hips began to arch, willing his finger to explore deeper. I continued to move against him, thrusting my body wildly against his hand and squeezing my eyes shut as tight as possible as his fingers slid in and out of my core before curling up in a beckoning motion inside me. They pressed against a sensitive spot on my front wall, and I cried out in ecstasy.

“Oh god… ” I moaned, my breaths coming shallow and fast.

He took my words as a sign to quicken his movements, his tongue still rapidly circling over my clit as he increased the pressure and speed that he was using with his fingers. My body began to spasm wildly around him as warm waves of pleasure washed over me, seemingly sweeping me over the falls and into an abyss where my mind no longer worked and my legs were able to twitch and shake on their own without me being able to control them. Every muscle in my body soon clenched, and my toes curled as my back arched tightly. My eyes were open, but I swore that all I could see were flashes of white light as I quivered beneath him. I’d never felt anything like it.

As I moaned and whimpered with pleasure, Drew moved back up the bed and ran his hands all over my body, and then he leaned down and kissed me again. I could taste my sweet, tangy juices on his mouth as I kissed him back, and I reached out to clutch his shoulders, needing to hold onto something solid as my entire world seemed to spin out of control.

Dipping his head, he took one of my stiff nipples in his mouth and sucked it before drawing patterns on my sensitive areola with his tongue. The inferno was still blazing in my body despite the enormous pleasure that he had just brought me, and I knew that I needed more; I needed him to put it out. I needed him to hold me down and fuck me hard. Every nerve ending was on fire as he raised his head and kissed me again, and I parted my legs for him, imploring him with my eyes. His own eyes blazed, and I felt his hardness pressing up against my entrance. I didn’t even remember him taking his pants off or sliding the condom on, but my mind was so clouded with desire right now that anything could have happened and I probably wouldn’t have noticed. All I could see was his face, his jaw clenched and his eyes burning with arousal as he rubbed himself up and down my wet slit, teasing me until he knew that I couldn’t take it anymore.

He kissed me once more, and then he was inside me, thrusting deeply, sending more shockwaves through my system and making me cry out. It hurt for a second, but quickly gave way to a warm, wonderful feeling of being stretched in the best kind of way. I arched my back and hips up, pulling him in even deeper as he continued to move in and out, and then I pulled one of my knees up to my chest. He groaned and grabbed my leg, throwing it over his shoulder. He moved his hips in a circular motion, and I gasped with pleasure, savoring every second as his groin bumped against my clit with each movement.

As I gasped, he moved his head down and nipped at my breasts again, giving me that same wicked grin as he saw goose bumps spread rapidly over my chest and arms. Increasing his tempo, each thrust came harder and faster, making my eyes nearly roll back in my head with ecstasy as his groin rubbed up against my swollen bud, sending another warm wave of pleasure crashing over me.

“Get on top, babe,” he commanded after what felt like an eternity of pleasure. His husky voice was tight with need.

Without giving me a chance to reply, he pushed my leg off his shoulder and rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I raked my nails over the contours of his muscular chest as I straddled him, and I raised my hips before lowering myself down onto him, watching his eyes darken with pleasure as he disappeared into my hot wet tightness.

He grabbed my hips and held on, gripping me as I bounced up and down, punctuating each movement with a soft groan. I was getting close to the edge again, and I leaned back, resting my hands on his shins. He slid a palm over my clit, rubbing gently and grinning as he watched me explode again, squeezing my eyes shut and throwing my head back as I whimpered with delight for him. Powerful shivers continued to shake my entire body, and I collapsed forward onto his chest, moaning and sighing softly as he kept his grip on the soft curves of my ass, moving me back and forth. His eyes were blazing, and I knew that his own climax couldn’t be too far away.

He groaned loudly and thrust into me one more time before finishing with a shudder, crushing me against his chest as he held me.

“Drew,” I whispered, resting my forehead on his shoulder. He stroked my damp hair, breathing deeply.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“That’s all I get?” he teased. “A thanks?”

I poked him. “Shut up.”

I didn’t need to say it. We both knew how we felt about each other now. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, and then he collapsed to my side, pulling me with him so we ended up in a spoon position.

That was how we fell asleep for the rest of the night.

J
esus
…for a guy, there was really nothing like waking up with a hot naked girl in your arms and her curvy ass pressing against your crotch, hard with morning glory. I didn’t usually hang around chicks long enough for this to happen, and goddamn, had I been missing out. All these years and all these different girls, and all along, this is what I’d been missing. The lack of moments like these were why I’d always felt so empty. My eyes slowly opened, seeing dark tangles of hair sticking out in all directions on the fluffed-up pillows. Well, shit. We’d finally given into our feelings and done it.

I shuddered to think what Marie would say if she came in and saw her only daughter like this, so I murmured in her ear.

“Sophie.”

“Hmm?” she sleepily said, her eyes barely opening as she rolled over to look at me.

“Morning.”

She suddenly sat up straight. “Crap. What’s the time? Has anyone seen me in here?”

“It’s seven. Still early,” I said. “You could easily sneak back into your room now. The maids don’t usually come up to change our bedding till nine or ten.”

She smiled at me. “I don’t want to, but I probably should.”

“I don’t want you to either. But yeah, it’s probably a good idea.”

She found her towel from last night and wrapped it around herself before kissing me on the cheek and padding towards the door.

“Maybe you can go write some more stuff about me in that little manuscript of yours,” I called out, and she turned around and stuck her tongue out at me.

“Funny.”

With that, she was gone, and I lay back on my pillow with a contented sigh. I finally had everything I wanted in the world, and I couldn’t imagine anything happening to screw that joy up.

I
emerged
from the backyard pool with an almighty roar, splashing droplets all over Sophie’s smooth legs as she reclined on a sun lounge.

“Hey!” she said, almost jumping out of her skin. “You scared the hell out of me! And you could have wet my computer!”

I grinned. “Sorry. What are you working on?”

She had her laptop balanced precariously on her knees, and she cast her eyes down. “Um…nothing.”

“That same story of yours I saw the other day?”

“Uhh…yeah.”

I hauled myself out of the water and sat at her feet. “I don’t know why you’re so embarrassed about it. I bet you’re an amazing writer. You’re smart as hell,” I said as I dried myself off.

She chewed on her lower lip, a habit that drove me wild with lust. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do much about that in this exact moment, seeing as we were out in the pool area where anyone could see us. It had been a couple of weeks since we started hooking up, and we were keeping it on the down-low for the time being. Our parents didn’t need any more shit piled on them right now considering all the stuff that was happening with Marie’s crazy ex stalking them, and we had no idea how they’d react to our relationship.

“I’m not that smart,” she said.

“Yeah, you are. One of these days I’m gonna show you how talented you are.”

A blush crept across her cheeks, and she gave me a seductive half-smile. “I’d rather you showed me something else…” she said, licking her lips and staring at my abs as droplets of water dripped between them.

I grinned.

“Oh, really? How about you meet me upstairs in fifteen minutes, then?” I said, sliding on a pair of sunglasses and glancing through the French doors that led inside. I could see Marie relaxing on a sofa reading a book, and I didn’t want to arouse her suspicions.

“Can’t,” Sophie said with a sigh. “Cerie and Lana are coming over soon. We wanted to go shopping, but I can’t exactly go out at the moment, so we’re just going to swim and hang out here.”

I felt a twinge of anger in my heart. It was so unfair. She was so frightened of her Dad that she’d basically become a prisoner in her own home. No, a prisoner in someone
else’s
home. Neither she nor Marie had been back to their place in Redmond since they arrived here, and I wished there was something I could do to get rid of her Dad once and for all. Anything at all.

Two more letters had arrived for them at their old place. My Dad had collected them when he went around to check their mail, and they’d basically been the same generic letters that seemed vaguely threatening but didn’t actually say all that much in terms of his motivation. Stuff like, ‘
I’m coming to take what’s mine.
’ At least he hadn’t yet figured out that they were staying here now.

“Okay, tease,” I replied. “Tell ‘em I said hi. I’m gonna go hang out in the lounge and binge watch Top Gear.”

“Ew,” she said, laughing. “You and your car obsession.”

“I’m more obsessed with you, but you’ve gone and rejected me to hang out with your friends,” I teased, pinching her lightly on the leg before standing up. “Have fun.”

I spent the next couple of hours lazing around watching TV, and in the early afternoon I heard a knock at the door. I’d ordered some stuff online recently, and I was still waiting on the package, so I assumed it was a delivery guy.

Nope.

Vanessa was standing at the main entrance to the house, her fine blonde hair blowing in wisps around her face. For fuck’s sake. Did she not realize we were finished and had been for a long time?

“How the hell did you get past the security guys at the gate?” I asked, incensed.

“They recognized me from when we were together,” she said. “Can I come in?”

“Why the hell would I let you in?”

“Because,” she said. “I’m pregnant.”

Oh, fuck.