Stepbrother, Mine #2 (2 page)

But it was not to be. He was her stepbrother, not her lover.

A protectiveness surged through him as he thought about how Geoffrey Miller would be picking Dana up in a few minutes and then later, after the dance, his meaty paws would be all over her.

Just like a virgin bride on her wedding day, she would be divested of her innocence. He just wished it could be with someone who would take it slow. Who would ensure she experienced a blissful first time.

He wished it could be him.

“What do you think?” she asked, her cheeks tinged pink.

He smiled. “You look stunning.”

She smiled so broadly, he would swear that his compliment was the most important thing in the world to her. He knew she valued his opinion and that it boosted her confidence. Aside from her real father, whom she hardly ever saw, Mason was the only positive male influence in her life. His father paid no attention to her, except the odd leering flicker of interest when she and her mother weren’t looking, which sickened Mason.

Dana threw herself into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck. Then she pushed up on her toes and kissed him. Her lips were soft on his and, fuck, her sweet little tongue pushed between his lips and into his mouth. Soft and velvety. Without thinking, he opened, then swept his tongue into her mouth. She mewed softly, melting against his body, her soft breasts crushed against him.

Damn, this was a heaven he was not meant to experience. His cock swelled at the feel of her so close. Gripped by a need so intense he could barely breathe, he pulled her tight to his body.

Then, fuck, she rocked her hips forward. She had to feel his hot, hard arousal against her. And it seemed to excite her because she pulled him closer and thrust her tongue deeper into his mouth.

He pulled his lips away, gazing down at her large, dewy eyes, filled with a heat that triggered a yearning so deep inside him that he could barely stop himself from pressing her back against the nearest wall and burrowing under her voluminous skirt to find the sweet, damp prize beneath. Then driving his rock-hard erection deep inside her. He longed to feel the divine delight of her warm, intimate channel embracing his hot, hard steel.

Right at this moment, he knew she would let him sweep her away to his bedroom and take everything she had to offer. Her innocent, nubile body could be his for the taking.

The doorbell rang.

Fuck, what the hell was he thinking? He couldn’t do that. She was his stepsister. And she trusted him to protect her. He had been so close to betraying that trust.

The doorbell rang again and he had to wrap his hands around her shoulders—her soft, bare skin in his grip disconcerting—and ease her away.

“That’s your date,” he murmured. “It’s time to go.”

“But, I thought…”

Her wide eyes filled with disappointment. And the pain of rejection. Damn it.

He could hear the butler’s footsteps approaching the entrance.

“You look beautiful.” Mason smiled. “If you didn’t have a date, I might be tempted to sweep you away,” he said in a light tone, trying to buoy her shattered confidence, “but you have Geoff waiting for you. So go and have a wonderful time.”

As Mason and Dana stood talking at the foot of the staircasein the large foyer, Mason’s back to the entrance, the butler arrived and opened the door.

Dana’s lower lip quivered. Mason kissed her cheek, then turned and smiled at the young man standing in the doorway in his tailored tuxedo, an orchid boutonniere on his lapel.

“Good evening, Geoff,” Mason said.

But Geoff’s gaze was on Dana, soaking in her breathtaking beauty.

“You look beautiful, Dana,” he said.

Jealousy surged through Mason, knowing this oaf would deflower his innocent Dana this evening. But he kept a steel grip on his emotions and smiled. He watched as the boy handed Dana the orchid corsage he’d brought for her, matching the flower he wore. Luckily, it was a wrist corsage so Mason didn’t have to suffer watching Geoff fumble with putting it on her. The thought of Geoff’s fingers brushing against the swell of her breasts as he pinned through the delicate fabric would have driven Mason crazy.

“Good evening, sir,” Geoff said, then took Dana’s hand and led her to the door.

Damn. The “sir” made him feel like Dana’s father rather than her stepbrother, and made their age difference seem to broaden.

Finally, the door closed behind them and Mason was left standing alone in the cavernous foyer.

“Well, wasn’t that just a sickening sight.”

He turned to see Maria, one of the maids, standing behind him. She was cheeky and impertinent, at least when his father and stepmother weren’t around. And he suspected she was having an affair with his father. That would explain how she got away with her behavior. Not that Mason gave a damn. He didn’t care for formality with the servants. He preferred a more casual relationship with those that worked for him, but Maria carried it a little far.

“Why didn’t you just drag the brat upstairs and drill her? You’ve wanted to ever since you returned to this house.”

“Shut up, Maria.” He turned and strode toward the den at the back of the house.

She followed him. He took off his suit jacket and dropped it over the back of the leather desk chair, then poured himself a scotch and threw it back.

She grinned and walked toward him. “You know, I saw the way you kissed her. That was no brotherly kiss. I was surprised you didn’t pull up the brat’s skirt and fuck her against the wall. Or did her date arrive just a little too soon?”

“Maria, don’t talk that way about Dana.”

She laughed. “I wasn’t talking about Dana. I was talking about you.”

She stepped close and gazed at his pants. His fucking hard-on was still alive and well, and visible now that he’d shed his jacket.

“You know, I could help you with that.”

“Don’t you have work to do?”

She smiled. “Actually, no. I’m on a break.” She moved close to him and stroked her hand over his hip, a breath away from his aching erection.

Ordinarily, he would push her hand away. He didn’t like sexually aggressive servants like Maria who slept with the men in the house for special favors. Maria had probably been screwing his father for years, and she had definitely pursued Mason since he’d returned, too. He’d always flatly turned her down. But now, with his cock aching for Dana, and his head filled with thoughts of another man touching her, he needed a distraction.

He poured himself another drink.

And why the fuck not? He was an adult. And a man. If Maria wanted to give away what he so sorely needed right now, then why the hell not?

Encouraged, Maria stepped closer. Her hand stroked over his bulging erection, her fingers wrapping around it. Then her eyes widened.

“Oh, my God, you are
big.
”

“Bigger than my father?” he asked, tipping back his glass again.

She shrugged. “How would I know?”

She squeezed him, then unzipped his pants and pulled him out. The feel of her fingers around his aching flesh sent a flood of heat rushing through him.

“You’ve really got it bad for that little brat, don’t you?” she said, staring at his throbbing cock.

“Don’t talk about her like that.”

She grinned. “Of course, sir.” Then she sank to her knees, stroking his stomach. “Let me take your mind off her.”

Her lips wrapped around his cockhead and he groaned.

She bobbed up and down on him, her mouth hot and moist, then she took him deep down her throat. Heat pulsed through him. He tipped back his glass, then thumped it down on the table.

She squeezed him in her mouth, driving his need higher.

Then her warm mouth slid away and she stood up. She began unbuttoning her black uniform. He watched her fingers move to each button and release it in turn, slowly revealing the swell of her bosom. His cock twitched, hard and needy.

When she got to her waist, she reached around and untied her apron, letting it flutter to the ground. Then she continued unbuttoning the dress until it fell open. Underneath, she wore lacy black lingerie, including garters and black stockings. Probably at the instruction of his father.

She smiled, then slid her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushed them down, revealing her pussy, shaven, except for a patch of curls in the shape of a heart. She had a tattoo to the left of it:
C T
. His father’s initials.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked, as she opened the dress wider. Then her hand stroked down her belly and between her legs. “I’m so wet for you.”

“Fuck, Maria, why are you doing this?”

She walked toward him and pressed her hands against his chest. Then she stroked.

“I want to help you forget about her.” She nuzzled his neck, sending tingles through him. “I know how hard you struggle with it.”

She wrapped her arms around him and lifted her face to his, then captured his mouth. Her lips were soft and coaxing. But they weren’t Dana’s.

Desire blasted through him. For Dana. To be with her. But he couldn’t have that. So he dragged Maria against him, and ravaged her mouth, driving his tongue deep. Plundering. When he released her mouth, she was panting.

“Oh, yeah. I like that,” she gasped. Then she clutched his shoulders. “Take me.”

His blood boiled with need. He backed Maria up against the wall, then slid his hands up her sides and over her breasts. They were full and round, fitting his palms. He squeezed.

She ran a finger down his chest. “If you want, you could take me from behind. Then you could pretend my tight hole is her little virgin passage.”

Ah, fuck. He scowled and started to back away.

When she saw she was losing him, she pulled the cups of her bra down, revealing her tight, hard nipples. He froze, his groin aching.

“Okay, never mind her. But finish what we’ve started here.” She grabbed his wrist and drew him closer, then pressed his hands against her naked breasts and squeezed. “I want you to take me as if it were against my will.” Her eyes glowed with need. “As if you’re forcing me.” She grabbed his hard cock and squeezed. “That turns me on so much.”

He hesitated, the heat of her hard nipples burning into his palms.

She stroked his hard, aching cock. “I’ll protest, but drive it into me hard,” she whispered. “I like that.”

Fuck, kinky bitch. Hormones flooded him.

He shoved her hard against the wall with a growl.

“Open your legs, bitch,” he demanded.

“Yes, call me nasty names,” she whispered against his ear as she widened her legs. But aloud, she said, “No, sir. Please don’t.”

He grasped his hard shaft and pressed it to her pussy, then glided the tip over her slick flesh.

Desperately needing to be inside her, he positioned his cock against her opening, to her quiet murmurs of approval.

“Oh, sir, we shouldn’t.” She pressed her hands against his chest and began to struggle against him.

Every time she called him sir, his blood boiled. He’d never experienced anything like it.

He thrust into her, driving deep. He groaned, his cock now buried in her to the hilt. Damn, the feel of her hot moistness around him nearly drove him mad with lust.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned.

He drew back and drove into her again.

Her hands curled around his shoulders and she pushed against him. “Oh, sir. No.”

He gazed at her eyes and the heat there assured him she wanted this.

“Fucking slut,” he berated. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel it into next week.”

He grabbed her wrists and pressed them against the wall above her head and thrust again. Oh, God, she was so hot and warm around him.

She struggled against him as he kept driving into her, but passion and need filled her eyes.

He pounded her against the wall, filling her again and again. Her cries filled the room, but he knew no one else would hear. The butler was polishing silver in the dining room on the other side of the house, and Maria was the only other servant on at this time of the evening.

Her whimpers and the moist, hot grip of her body around his swelling cock sent pleasure thundering through him.

“I’m going to come,” she murmured against his ear.

He drove harder and faster, then felt his own pleasure building. She wailed her release in his ear, her orgasm causing her pussy to spasm around him.

“Fuck,” he groaned. His balls tightened and his cock exploded inside her. He drove her hard against the wall, then pinned her there as the intense release of his body filled him with overwhelming pleasure.

She wasn’t Dana, but she was what he’d needed. A soft, warm woman to fuck hard and fast to relieve his desperate yearning.

But now, with his cock still buried inside her, he felt disgust. Why the fuck had he succumbed to Maria? She was trouble and he didn’t need any of that.

He pulled away, his cock sliding from her warm channel. He tucked it away and zipped up his pants.

“Your break must be over by now,” he said in a dismissive tone. He wouldn’t let her think this had been any more than a one-time thing.

He turned and left the room, leaving her to pull herself together. As he walked up the stairs, he thought he heard someone in the upstairs hallway, then a door close, but that made no sense. Dad and Mason’s stepmother were on yet another trip and Dana was out.

That reminder of Dana in the hands of another man—actually a mere boy—made him scowl. He retired to his room.

*   *   *

Present Day

Dana watched Mason as she descended the stairs, feeling like Cinderella in her full skirt and sequined pink high heels. She wanted to race down the stairs and throw herself into his arms.

Earlier, as she’d pulled on the gown, she’d remembered the feeling of rejection when Mason had sent her on her way with her prom date eight years ago.

The way he’d looked at her as she’d come down the stairs had filled her heart with hope that she could finally convince him that they could be together. She’d been eighteen, so legally an adult. And when she’d kissed him, he’d seemed just as enamored with her as she’d been with him. But then …