Stepbrother, Mine #2 (6 page)

“That may be true,”—she laughed—“but I might not forgive you if you don’t start moving soon.” She grinned. “I mean, from what I understand, there’s more to it than this, right?”

*   *   *

Anger burned through Mason at his own incredible selfishness and lack of control. He’d driven into her, causing her obvious pain. He’d betrayed her total trust in him.

He’d been a fucking idiot.

And yet, here she was, her face beaming with a radiant smile, her enchanting beauty mesmerizing.

She gazed at him, her luminous blue eyes filled with desire. Wanting him to make love to her. And the feel of her around him, her tight passage embracing his aching erection, was too much to resist.

“Yes, my love, there is definitely more.” He brushed his lips over hers in a gentle kiss, then deepened it.

She slid her arms up his back and around his neck, her mouth moving under his.

Their mouths parted and he captured her gaze. He watched her as he slowly, and oh so gently, drew back, gliding his cock along her passage. Her eyes widened a little, but he saw no distress.

When he was almost all the way out, he kissed her softly. “Are you ready?”

She nodded, but seemed a little tense.

“This time, I’ll take it slow. Okay?”

She nodded again and he felt her relax a little.

Painfully slowly, he eased forward, his cockhead pushing into her tight opening.

It was blissful, feeling her gripping him intimately as he moved deeper into her. It took everything he had not to thrust forward, driven by the intense yearning to feel her embracing his full length again. Being all the way inside her was like finding his way home. The only place in the world where he fully belonged. He fought back a huge well of emotion that could easily bring him to tears.

Her lovely eyes glowed softly as he filled her ever deeper, moving slowly, tempering his insistent need to thrust forward and claim her with his desire to guide her to exquisite pleasure.

This was for her. His cherished Dana.

“Oh, Mason,” she murmured, her voice filled with joyful desire.

She needed him inside her.

She wanted him.

His cock continued forward, almost all the way in. Then she squeezed him inside and he groaned, jolting in the last inch. She moaned, her eyes wide and glowing.

His heart sang at being here again. So deep inside her. He felt himself tremble against her, his pulse pounding in his ears.

She clung to his shoulders. “You feel so good inside me.” She squeezed again, sending his cock twitching.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to lose it again and things will pick up faster than you might like.”

She smiled and kissed under his chin. “Bring it on.”

God, she was fearless. She was new at this, but willing to dive right in.

But it was up to him to stay grounded and ensure she enjoyed this to the fullest.

He kissed her. “We need to keep it slow for now.”

She gripped his shoulders and arched up beneath him. “I love how it feels when you glide into me slowly, but now I want to feel it faster. I want to feel you moving inside me, and … I don’t know. Just … more.”

“Baby, part of this whole thing is building to the peak.” He swirled his pelvis a little, eliciting a small gasp from her. “Do you trust me?”

Fuck, what was he thinking asking her that? He cursed himself, knowing he had already betrayed her faith in him, but she simply nodded, her blue eyes open and filled with trust.

“Okay.” He drew back, slowly, the ridge of his cockhead dragging along her sensitive flesh.

She quivered beneath him. When he was at the limit, his shaft missing her warmth, he changed direction and glided into her again. Still slowly, but less so than last time.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she murmured as he filled her, driving up his desperation to be home again, fully inside her.

Her fingers clutched his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh, setting a fire inside him.

When he drew back this time, it was faster than he intended, and even faster when he glided into her. She gasped as he penetrated fully this time.

“Are you okay?” he asked in concern.

“Oh, God, yes.” Her nails dragged along the skin of his back. “Please … I need more.”

Her words, and the rapt glow in her eyes, drove him over the edge. He drew back, then glided deep. She gasped at his invasion, but clearly in pleasure. His body took over and his pelvis rocked in a steady, gentle motion. Pulling out, driving deep.

“Mason, yes.” Her soft moan filled him with sudden need.

He’d been ignoring the pleasure building in his own body, shutting it out so he could concentrate on her, but her soft murmurs and the sensual rhythm of her body caressing his cock, filled him with bliss.

Like a man possessed, his movements sped up until he was thrusting into her. She moaned, her nails biting into him now, driving him wild. He drove deeper and faster. She squeezed him as he entered her and he groaned.

He stroked her hair from her face. “Baby, I’m close.”

He bit back his question about whether she was close. This was new to her. It was one thing to bring her to climax with his tongue or his fingers like he’d already done. That was focused. Easier to ensure her pleasure. But many women found it difficult to climax with penetration alone. Maybe she—

She arched against him and gasped, then let loose a long, erratic moan. He gazed at her face, as he continued to ride her, seeing the bliss glowing from her eyes. He drove faster, feeling his groin tightening, and filling with heat. She gasped as he drove deep, then moaned even louder.

It was too much. His cock swelled and he exploded. Not just erupting into her sweet warmth, but blasting into a new dimension of time and space … infinite … yet fully contained in this one moment … in this one place … with Dana and him sharing this bliss as if one being. Joy burst through him as he reached the pinnacle, feeling utterly and wholly complete … for the first time in his life.

*   *   *

Dana clung to Mason, his big, hard cock still deep inside her.

That had been incredible. His thick shaft gliding into her. Driving her pleasure higher and higher, until she’d burst into ecstasy.

She was glad she had waited. Held off on giving herself to a man so that this had been possible. Being with Mason was all she’d ever dreamed of, and now that she’d lived the dream, she was overjoyed. It had been everything she’d hoped for.

He shifted, then drew back, his cock slipping from her. As he settled on the bed beside her, she immediately missed his big body on top of her, and the feel of him inside her.

She gazed at him, his head on the pillow next to hers. Should she talk? Should she just curl up against him?

Or did he need space now?

She didn’t know what was expected. What she should do.

But she was being silly. This was Mason.

She stroked his chest. “Thank you, Mason.”

He glanced at her, and the sight of his eyes dark and full of emotion startled her.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No, of course not.”

But she wasn’t so sure.

She drew her hand away, but he grasped it before it could escape, then pressed her palm to his mouth. The feel of his lips pressed against her flesh sent her heart skittering.

“Dana. Thank
you.
”

Joy swelled through her at the warmth in his voice, but the somber look in his deep blue eyes unsettled her. She rolled toward him and swept an errant hair from his forehead, then smiled. A raft of emotions swirled in his eyes, but he reached for her and drew her against him, his hand cupping her head and pulling it to his heart. The steady beat soothed her.

He tugged the rumpled sheets from under them and drew them over their bodies.

She felt herself reluctantly dozing off, wanting to linger in the joyful afterglow of their sublime encounter. Her eyelids dropped closed.

*   *   *

Mason held Dana close, her breathing deepening as she drifted into sleep.

God, she had given him such a tender gift and he had been a total oaf. He pressed his lips to her hair and kissed it softly. She was everything to him and he wanted her so badly. He longed to roll her over right now and take her all over again.

But she needed sleep and he … Damn it, he needed to think.

He would love nothing better than to bring her into his life completely. To marry her and keep her by his side always. But that wouldn’t work. Even beyond the total calamity of everything that would be thrown at them, from their families, from friends, from everyone around them, he couldn’t do it.

He was wrong for her.

He could tell that she hoped this relationship would continue after the two weeks they’d agreed to. That once he’d tasted what it would be like to be with her, that he wouldn’t want it to end.

And that was exactly what had happened.

But it would end. It had to.

He didn’t want to break her heart, so he would talk to her. Be gentle. Explain exactly why they couldn’t be together, so she wouldn’t feel rejected. She was an intelligent young woman. She might not like it, but she would understand.

She was fully asleep now, so he slipped from the bed without disturbing her. He needed a little space right now. He grabbed his boxers and pulled them on, then glanced back at her as he started toward the couch.

And stopped cold.

The white sheets were marred by a dark stain. Blood red.

He sucked in a breath.

That stain represented what he’d stolen from her. Her sweet, gentle innocence had been violently torn away. By him. And worse, he wouldn’t even stay by her side for the long run, even though she clearly believed she was in love with him.

He would abandon her. At least, emotionally.

That’s how she’d see it, anyway. Him walking away from the love she offered.

But he knew that doing otherwise would cause her greater pain.

*   *   *

Dana awoke to find Mason standing at the foot of the bed watching her. She smiled, but her smile faded at his grim expression.

“We need to talk,” he said.

Her stomach clenched. Talk? That sounded ominous.

Her heart sank. Was this it? Was he going to send her away now? But he’d promised two weeks.

“Are you mad at me, Mason?”

“Mad? No, of course not.” He moved to the side of the bed and sat down beside her.

As her gaze flickered over the sheets, it caught on a stain marring the white linen.

Blood.

Her cheeks heated. His gaze followed hers.

He hadn’t wanted to take her virginity. He’d just wanted to give her the money, but she had insisted on this. Forcing him to follow through on her contract. He’d made love to her only to ensure she took the money.

He cared about her, but not in the way she wanted. And now that the deed was done, clearly he was ending their time together.

She dragged her gaze from the bloody stain to his face. He was watching her intently.

“I…” But unwanted emotion welled in her, closing her throat. She sucked in a breath, then felt the tears pushing at her eyes. She scurried to the opposite side of the bed, tugging the sheet with her, then bundled it around her as she raced for the bathroom.

*   *   *

Mason cursed himself as he stared at the closed bathroom door. He waited, knowing she needed some time, but when she hadn’t come out after fifteen minutes, he couldn’t handle it any longer. He had to talk to her. Make sure she was okay.

He unlocked the door and pushed it open, then glanced inside. Dana sat on the floor, the big white sheet flowing around her fragile-looking body in a crumpled mass. The sight of her head hung forward, resting on her hands, tears dripping from her eyes, and the sound of her soft muffled sobs tore at his heart.

“Dana, what’s wrong?” But he knew what was wrong. He sucked in a breath. “You regret what we’ve done,” he said.

She’d said she wanted this, but he’d known it was a bad idea. He should have protected her. From herself as well as from his urges.

“Dana?” He knelt down beside her, resting his hand on her arm, needing to touch her again.

She peered up at him, her eyes puffy and red. “No, Mason. I don’t regret it.”

She reached for his hand and took it in hers, then rested her cheek against the back of it. The sweetness of her soft touch gripped his very soul with need.

“I’ll never regret it.” Her eyes shimmered with tears again, and she shook her head.

He sat down on the cold tile floor beside her. “Then tell me what’s wrong.”

She shrugged, wiping her eyes on the sheet.

“I knew this wasn’t going to last. That it couldn’t last.” She shrugged again. “I didn’t really think it through … how I would feel … Not that I would have changed anything. But now … When you said we have to talk.” She shook her head. “Well, that’s never good. That always means something is going to end. So you aren’t even going to give me until the end of our two weeks.”

He compressed his lips. What could he say?

She just nodded and leaned against him, resting her head against his shoulder. He slid his arm around her and she snuggled in closer, her head now resting on his chest.

Her breathing evened out. Uttering her concern, and taking his silence as confirmation, seemed to have calmed her. Allowing her to move on to acceptance.

Her breath wisped across his chest and, despite his need to comfort her, his body heated at her physical closeness. Knowing she was naked beneath the sheet loosely wrapped around her, his groin tightened.

Then he heard a soft giggle. He glanced down at the top of Dana’s head.

“What is it?” he asked.

She tipped her head and gazed up at him, amusement glittering in her eyes. “Well, here we are in this emotionally charged moment, sitting on the cold floor in a bathroom, and your … uh…” She glanced down his body again. “Your thing is standing at attention, ready for action.”

He chuckled. “My thing?”

She met his gaze again, light dancing in her eyes. “Yeah, your thing.”

“You had no trouble identifying it earlier. I think you called it … Now what was it again? Penis?” He shook his head. “No, that wasn’t it. Dick? Or…”