Stepbrother Dearest (29 page)

His response stunned me. To prevent myself from losing it on the dance floor, I kept dancing as if

nothing had happened. I didn’t want my friends to think something was wrong.

I shook my ass and typed.

Greta: Because you didn’t want to hurt me. The rest has nothing to do with me.

Elec: You’re sure about that?

Greta: What are you saying?

Elec: Stop shaking your ass for five seconds and maybe I’ll tell you.

What?

Before I could turn around, the feeling of strong hands grasping at the sides of my dress from behind

caused me to suddenly stop moving. They slowly slid down my waist and landed on my ass with a cool

self-assurance. That grip. That smell. The way my body immediately responded.

No. It couldn’t be.

I flipped around and was met with smoky eyes, incandescent even in the darkness of the club. My

heartbeat was so intense, it seemed like it was dueling with the bass of the fast-paced music. Everything

around me seemed to fade away upon the realization that Elec was right in front of me, holding onto me as

if he knew his presence would jar me to the point that I might collapse and need him for balance.

My voice was trembling. I was so nervous that my first question was a dumb one. “What happened to

your glasses?”

“Contacts tonight.”

“Oh.”

Finally, the shock was starting to wear off just enough for me to attempt to ask something that made

sense. “I have a million questions. How did you get here? How did you find me? How—”

“Shut up, Greta.” His hot mouth enveloped my lips and abruptly interrupted all further questioning. He

devoured me with reckless abandon. If there were any doubt about where things stood between us, the

possessive feel of this kiss, the way he pressed his entire body against me, annihilated it.

Without having to say it with his words, the kiss spoke volumes. His tongue lashing at mine, the guttural

sounds that came out from his throat as he did it, it was the first time since I’d met him that I’d truly felt it in my bones: he was mine. All of the reservations of the past, every shred of what had been holding us

back was gone.

I didn’t know the full story yet of how we suddenly arrived at this place, but I wasn’t sure it mattered.

My fingers raked through his hair desperately as I pulled him harder into me.

Don’t ever leave me again, Elec.

We were still in our own little world despite people dancing all around, bumping into us. He breathed

over my lips with his forehead on mine. “I’ve been waiting for you to finish the book so I could come to

you. That was the plan.”

“You’ve been in New York all this time?”

“I was already in New York waiting when I sent it.”

“Oh my God.” I buried my face into his chest and savored the smell of him sans cigarettes. I looked up

at him and had to ask the question even though it should have been obvious. “You broke up with her?”

He nodded his face over mine.

I continued, “But the ending…you said you were doing the right thing. I thought—”

He cut me off with a kiss again then said, “I figured you might assume that. But the right thing…was

admitting that I couldn’t possibly fully love her if my heart beat faster for someone else.” His hands cupped my cheeks. “My heart hasn’t shut up since it spotted you standing in that garden. I finally listened. It just took some time to clear my head enough to really understand what it wanted.”

I was sure it was a long story, that ending things with Chelsea wasn’t easy for him. I knew he’d

genuinely loved her and that he’d tell me everything in due time, but now was not the moment for that.

As if he read my mind, he said, “I promise I’ll tell you everything about what happened, but not now,

okay? I just want to be with you.”

“Okay.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and let out a breath so intense, you would have thought I’d been

holding it for seven years. Maybe I had been. We kissed like our lives depended on it, not coming up for

breath for at least the duration of three consecutive songs. I was sure my friends saw us, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him long enough to check for their reactions. They probably thought he was a random hookup,

and there would be a lot of explaining to do at work. I pressed my body into his and could feel his erection through his jeans. We were practically making love on the dance floor.

This was surreal.

He spoke into my ear, causing me to shiver. “Do you want me, Greta?”

“Yes.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

“I need you to let me have you now.”

“In the club?”

He smiled over my mouth. “I wanted you to finish reading, to know everything before I came to you.

I’ve been wandering around this city hard as a rock for three days just thinking about being with you. Your

apartment is too far from here. I can’t wait anymore.”

“Where can we go?” I asked.

“I don’t care, but we need to figure it out before I take you right here on this dance floor.” He grabbed

me by the hand. “Come on.”

He ran my fingers through his and led me through the thick humid air of the club. All of the hairs on

my body stiffened. What we were doing felt dangerous. Elec was a full-grown man now. When I was last

with him sexually, he was practically a boy. I was sure he’d gotten even better in the years we were apart,

and I wasn’t sure what I was in for. It had been a really long time since I’d even been with anyone. He was

going to be able to tell how long it had been.

There was a door leading to a back room, but when Elec tried to open it, it was locked. He looked back

at me with a smile that gave me the chills. “You said you trust me, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Wait here.”

He opened a back door that looked like a fire exit and peeked outside before returning to the spot where

I was standing.

“I want to give you a choice depending on what you’re in the mood for.”

“Okay.”

“We can go find the nearest hotel, and I can make love to you in a bed or...”

“Okay. Or?”

“Or we can go outside right now and fuck hard in that alley.”

Never had the muscles between my legs throbbed so intensely in anticipation of something. My body

had clearly chosen for me, wanting to completely surrender to him. I needed this just as much as he did. I

wanted it hard, and I wanted it now.

“I want option b.”

“Good choice.”

He opened the back door and led me outside. The alley was desolate. A thin layer of fog coated the air.

We wandered a bit until we came to a somewhat hidden alcove.

“No one will see us here,” he said as he gently backed me into the brick wall. “I’m dying to take you out

of your comfort zone.”

My chest was heaving from the excitement of not knowing exactly what he was going to do to me. I just

knew I wasn’t going to stop him. I was going in happily blind. I was shaking a little.

“You’re nervous? Don’t be scared.”

“I’m just excited. It’s been a while.”

“Your body will remember me.”

Elec pulled the top of my dress down so that my bare breasts were exposed. He gently pushed all of my

hair back before not so gently grabbing a hold of my neck. It felt good, though. He lowered his mouth to it, grazing me with his teeth.

“This fucking neck…was almost the death of me…my favorite thing in the entire world,” he said as he

sucked and groaned into it, vibrating through my skin. “I can practically smell how much you want me,

Greta. He kept one hand on my neck and lightly pinched my nipple with the other. “Look how hard these

are. I don’t think I’ve ever seen your nipples when they weren’t hard as steel around me. And I wish you

could see your own face. Even in the dark, I can see how pink your cheeks are right now. It turns me on to

no end knowing that I have that kind of effect on you. I want you to know I’ve never wanted anything

more in my entire life than to reclaim every inch of you. I’m going to do that now. Okay?”

I nodded, so turned on I could barely breathe. I dug my fingers into the thick black waves of his hair as

he kissed upward to greedily feast on my mouth. I savored the sweet taste of his breath, and the scratch of

his scruff on my face. There was nothing delicate about being with Elec, even at his softest. I flicked my

tongue over his lip ring, and he growled when I lightly pulled on it. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth. I

wanted it all over me.

Wetness was pooling between my legs as he knelt down on the concrete to lift my dress and slowly pull

my underwear down. He looked up at me and flashed his beautiful teeth. “You won’t be needing these,” he

smiled and added, “for at least a week.” He promptly put my panties in his back pocket. My legs were

quivering.

He stood up slowly, and the sequence of events that followed was nothing short of a perfectly

choreographed erotic tease. Every sound, every movement was hotter than the last: the unfastening of his

belt, the swift lowering of his zipper, his teeth ripping the condom wrapper as he looked at me, the sound

of the rubber spreading over his beautiful cock that had been dripping with precum around the piercing at

his tip. I was pulsating with need.

His eyes seemed to have darkened to a charcoal hue. Leaving his jeans on, he lifted me up and wrapped

my legs around his waist, backing me against the brick wall. “Tell me if it gets to be too much,” he said

gruffly.

“It wo—”

Ah!

He entered me in one stabbing thrust. He moved his hand to rest behind my head as a shield because he

realized he’d almost given me a concussion.

His mouth stayed on my neck, gently biting as he fucked me, the heat of his cock searing. Each

movement was harder than the last and only a second apart from each other.

He groaned loudly with each thrust. Someone was going to catch us. This was the roughest sex of my

life, second only to the time he took me on the floor of my bedroom seven years ago. I hadn’t had sex in

almost two years, and you wouldn’t have known it by how easily my body conformed to him despite how

massive he was. I think I’d been wet and ready for him since the moment I first spotted him again in the

garden.

He continued to fuck me, angrily and unbridled. “No one should have ever had this but me,” he said

over the skin of my neck. He pushed into me. “I let you go.” He pushed deeper. “I threw you away.”

I started to move my hips, impaling myself on him. “So, take me back. Fuck me harder.”

My words set him off, and he accepted the challenge. He shifted me around so that his back was now to

the wall, and he no longer had to shield my head from it. He repositioned my legs around him and wrapped

his hand around my neck using the other to hold me up. He looked into my eyes while he moved in and out

of me as he choked me lightly, just enough that it was pleasurable. Knowing how much that turned him on

made me crazy.

Luckily, no one had come outside. We were still alone in the foggy night. The only sounds were the

slapping of our skin, the clinking of his belt buckle and our breathing, which had fallen into a synchronized rhythm.

I reached my hand to lift his shirt halfway up so that I could see his abs. They were harder than I

remembered and looked like they’d been cut from stone. I wished we could have been skin-to-skin, but

getting fully naked would have been risky here.

“Don’t worry. Later, we’ll take it off,” he said. “We’re gonna do everything tonight.”

An orgasm was starting to roll through me suddenly. I didn’t even have to say anything. It amazed me

how well he knew my body.

“You’re coming,” he said. “I remember how it felt. Look at me.”

He held my neck and looked into my eyes as he rocked his hips, fucking me as hard as he could until he

shuddered.

It took several minutes for my breathing to come down. He continued to hold my limp body as he

kissed my neck.

“I love you, Greta”

I loved him so much that I couldn’t even form the words. So many feelings had risen to the surface, but

fear had trumped all.

“Don’t leave me again, Elec. Don’t go back to her,” I said.

He held me tighter. “I won’t, baby,” he said, lifting my face to meet his eyes. “Look at me. You’ll never

have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere. I know I have to prove that to you, but I will.”

He put me down and fastened his pants before lifting me up again. His feet crunched on the gravel as he

carried me in his arms to the nearest sidewalk where we caught a cab.

It still felt like a dream.

In the backseat, I leaned my head against his chest. His heart was beating fast against my ear as he gently

caressed my hair the entire ride to my apartment.

When we entered my building, his hands were on my shoulders as he kissed the back of my neck the

entire way up the stairs.

I fumbled with the keys and once inside, I had the sudden urge to do something I’d never done before.

I backed him against the door that had just closed behind us and lifted off his shirt. The look in his eyes

was a mix of hunger, shock and amusement at my boldness.

My tongue circled along the ring on his nipple and licked down every taut muscle of his chest right

down to the two shamrocks. I got down on my knees, and when he realized what I was about to do, his

chest started heaving.

“Fuck,” he said huskily. “Is this really happening?”