Stepbrother Takes (His Twisted Game, Book Five) Read online

“What are you doing here?” I blurted. Happiness and longing overtook my heart and mind before I realized I was supposed to be mad at him, that I wasn’t supposed to be talking to him at all, that I was supposed to have left him.

  “Shh,” he hissed, holding a finger to his lips.

  He motioned me into the office and crossed the room, shutting the door behind me.

  “What are you doing here?” I repeated.

  “I came for you.”

  “Then why are you in Gordon’s office?”

  “I had to grab something first.”

  “What?”

  But he didn’t answer me. Instead, his eyes slid up my body, taking in the fact that I was wearing his t-shirt. My nipples immediately hardened under his gaze, standing in two rigid peaks that poked through the thin material.

  I pulled at the bottom of the shirt, aware of just how much of my body was exposed. “How did you get in here?” I asked, deciding if he wouldn’t answer my first question, I would just ask him another one.

  “It’s not hard.” He shook his head. “There’s no deadbolt on the front door. Any idiot with a working knowledge of locks could pick it.”

  And you know your brother has a criminal record. Isn’t that what the cop who’d come to Cole’s office that day had said to me? Was that how Cole knew so much about picking locks?

  “You’re wearing my t-shirt,” he said, reaching out and tweaking the bottom of it. His hand brushed against the top of my thigh, burning me deep.

  “Yeah,” I said, suddenly self-conscious. “So?”

  “So why are you wearing my t-shirt?”

  His eyes bore into mine, the lust and emotion written all over his face.

  My heart ached for him to wrap me in his arms. I was so glad he was here, and standing even just a few inches away from him was torture. “I wanted to feel close to you,” I whispered.

  “Then what are you doing all the way over there?” He pulled me close to him so that our bodies were pushed up against each other. My breasts flattened out against his chest, and I reached my hands inside his jacket, running my hands over his back.

  I leaned my head against his chest, and I could hear his heart beating just as fast as mine. His hands brushed my hair back from my face, and I squeezed my eyes tight, pretending for just a moment that we were a normal couple, that he was my boyfriend and we were just embracing the way any other couple would.

  “Why did you leave me?” Cole asked.

  “I told you,” I said, feeling the tears welling up in my eyes. “I thought it was too hard.”

  He pulled back and looked at me, wiped the pad of his thumb across my cheek, like he was checking for tears. “And now?”

  I bit my lip. “Now I don’t know.”

  “I always want you with me,” he whispered.

  I loved when he was like this, loved when he was being vulnerable with me, when it was just the two of us late at night and his guard was down. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips, softly. I closed my eyes and took his kiss.

  He pulled back and looked at me. “I was so worried,” he breathed. “I knew you were here, and I couldn’t get to you. I had to wait until I was sure it was late enough, sure that everyone would be sleeping.”

  “You can’t protect me every second, Cole,” I said, feeling like a broken record.

  “Yes, I can. And I’m going to.”

  He kissed me again, slow and searching, our tongues moving together. His hands wrapped around me, lifting the back of my shirt and sliding up my ass and over the small of my back. His hands pulled me closer to him, and I could smell the leather of his jacket and feel his stubble brushing against my cheeks as we kissed.

  He moved his mouth over my neck, starting near my ear and moving lower.

  “This is what you were wearing the night I left,” he murmured. “You were so beautiful. I knew I had to leave or I’d have to have you.”

  I tilted my head back and moaned softly as his mouth moved over my skin. I knew it was a huge risk, having him here like this. If Gordon found out Cole had broken into our house, if he caught Cole and me together, he would go ballistic. But I didn’t care. In this moment, all that mattered was Cole’s touch, his kiss, these feelings that flowed through me and drowned out everything else. Nothing else mattered except that he was here, right in front of me.

  Our kiss deepened as Cole’s mouth pushed harder against mine, our tongues intertwining. His hands moved down over my ass, squeezing my cheeks. I could feel his hardness through his jeans, and I tried to push myself against him, but he pulled back.

  “No.” He put his finger over my lips. “I’m in charge.”

  I nodded, knowing better than to protest. He pulled off his leather jacket and set it down on the folding table. Then he grabbed the chair that was behind the table and dragged it into the middle of the room.

  He sat down and stared at me for a long moment, and his lips curled into a slight grin. The lust burned in his eyes as he motioned me toward him with one finger.

  I walked over until I was standing in front of him.

  “Take your shirt off, Avery,” he demanded. “Show me those tits.”

  His words seared through me. The vulnerable Cole was gone, replaced by the demanding stepbrother who knew what he wanted from me and would do anything to get it.

  I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt with both hands and began raising it over my head.

  “Nice and slow, baby,” Cole ordered, and I forced myself to slow down as I pulled it over my body. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and as the soft material slipped over my breasts, I felt my nipples get even harder than they were.

  I stood there for him in just my thong, letting him get a nice long look at my body.

  “God damn it, Avery,” he said. “You are so fucking sexy.” He reached out and grabbed the tiny string that served as the waistband of my thong and then let it go, snapping it against my hip. “Turn around.”

  I turned around.

  “Nice, baby,” he said. “Bend over and show me that ass.”

  I bent over toward the ground, letting him get a good long look at me, and he reached out and slapped my backside. I felt my cheeks jiggle as his hand moved over my skin, spanking one cheek and then the other.

  “Fuck, Avery, you’re making my cock hard.”

  I loved that I was turning him on, loved that he wanted my body on display for him. So I bent over further, raising myself up on my heels a little bit.

  “Yeah, baby, work that ass for me.”

  I kept going, shaking my butt for him as he spanked me.

  “Turn around,” he demanded finally, and I did.

  He reached down shucked off his shirt and I took a moment once again to just admire his body -- the flatness of his stomach, the ridges of his six-pack, the way his shoulders looked as if they’d been carved out of stone. Then he reached out and with his strong arms pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him.

  He was still holding his shirt, and he pinned my arms behind my back with one hand, then tied my wrists together with his shirt, holding the bottom tight so that I couldn’t move. The position forced me to arch my back and my breasts were just millimeters from his face.

  He held my arms with one hand as he lowered his mouth to my right nipple, sucking on it hungrily. He kneaded my breast with his hand, moving back and forth between both of my tits. His tongue flicked out and licked my peak, teasing me, before he went back to sucking me hard.

  I moaned in pleasure, and he pulled his mouth away and then yanked on my wrists, forcing my back to arch even more. “Shh,” he warned. “Quiet. Someone’s going to hear us.”

  I nodded my understanding, but the way he was looking at me, the way he had me so vulnerable, straddling his lap with my arms pulled so far behind me, melted all my self- control. It was too much, and another little whimper escaped my lips.

  “I mean it, Avery,” he growled. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No.”

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sp; “No, what?”

  “No, please don’t stop.”

  “Say it again.”

  “Please don’t stop, Cole,” I pleaded. “Please, I want you so bad.”

  “Beg me.” He yanked on his shirt again, and I could feel the material biting into my wrists.

  “Please,” I pleaded. “Please, Cole, I’ll do anything you want.”

  He stood up then, releasing the t-shirt from around my wrists, and grabbing my ass. I wrapped my legs around him as his mouth moved against mine, kissing me, hard and deep.

  He set me down on the ground so that I was standing in front of me, then sat back down in the chair.

  “On your knees,” he commanded.

  I dropped to my knees.

  “Push your tits up.”

  I held them together and pushed them up. He reached down and grabbed my nipple, twisting it so hard that I cried out.

  He smiled and pulled out his cock. It was rock hard, and he slapped it against my tits, rubbing it against my nipples until they were slick with his precum.

  “Spit on my cock, baby,” he said. “Get it nice and wet.”

  It was so dirty, so debasing, that I hesitated for a moment.

  “Avery…” he warned, and I spit on his cock.

  “Good girl,” he said, taking his cock and stroking my spit onto it. He placed his hard dick between my tits.

  “Hold your tits around my cock.”

  I did as I was told, pushing my tits together, and then pressing them around his cock. The slickness of his precum mixed with my spit created a lube that allowed him to move up and down between my breasts.

  “Fuck,” he groaned as he titty-fucked me. “That’s good, baby, stay still, just like that.”

  I stayed still, letting him use my tits.

  His eyes stayed on mine the whole time, the sexual energy pulsing between us like a live wire. His eyes burned with lust and want, and he reached down and pulled off his pants and boxers until he was naked.

  Then he pulled me back onto his lap, grabbing my legs and pulling them around me, his mouth returning to mine. He kissed me and played with my breasts until I felt dizzy and out of my mind. I could feel his cock pushing against my pussy, the only thing between us the thin fabric of my thong.

  His hands were big and strong around me, and he reached behind me and grabbed the string of my thong, pulling it tight so that stretched against my pussy, outlining my lips. I was dripping wet and my panties were soaked, making the outline of my pussy even more visible.

  “God, I want to fuck you,” Cole breathed. He held onto my hip with his other hand, sliding me up and down over his hard dick. My clit pulsed with every movement, driving waves of pleasure through my body.

  “Fuck me,” I said. “Please, fuck me.”

  “I have to,” he said, pushing my panties to the side so that my bare pussy was exposed. His finger slid up inside of me, and ran over my clit. “I don’t think I can stop. Your pussy feels too fucking tight and wet, baby.”

  “Please,” I said. “Please fuck me, Cole. I want you inside of me so bad.” I knew how much it turned both of us on for me to beg and plead with him, and I was hoping the more I begged, the harder he would fuck me.

  “Shit,” he swore, and the next thing I knew he was pulling the waistband of my thong until the fabric ripped. He slid the ruined panties over my pussy and dropped them onto the floor.

  He grabbed my hips and held me so that I was poised right above his cock.

  Our eyes locked on each other, both of us acknowledging the moment. If we did this, there was no going back. But I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside of me so badly. I’d wanted it ever since he’d come back into my life, and probably even before that.

  I held my breath as the tip of his cock pushed inside of me just a tiny bit. Then he grabbed me around the waist, stood up and carried me over to the door. I wrapped my legs around him and he pushed my hands up over my head.

  There was a hook that was slung over the top of the door. It was designed to hang clothes on, and it was sturdy enough to hold my weight.

  “Hold on to this,” he whispered into my ear, placing my hands around the metal.

  I held on, bracing myself as he slid into me.

  I gasped at his width, at how amazing it felt to finally have him inside of me.

  “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so tight, baby girl.”

  He slid out a little bit and then back in, getting me used to his cock. And then he was done being gentle. He started fucking me hard, thrusting in and out. My tits bounced up and down, and I held onto the hook over the door, the metal cutting into my palms.

  His hands gripped my hips, pulling me into him, making me take him hard and deep.

  I moaned, louder than I probably should have, and I bit my lip. The sensation of my center stretching out around his huge cock was an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain, but soon I got used to him, and it turned to just pleasure.

  The deepest, most intense pleasure I’d ever felt in my life.

  He pumped me harder and harder, reaching up and sliding a finger in my mouth when I moaned too loudly. I sucked on him hungrily.

  “Look at me fucking you, Avery,” Cole demanded. “Look at my cock sliding right into your pussy.”

  I did as I was told, looking down and watching his dick move in and out, almost not believing something that big could fit inside of me.

  He reached down with his finger and rubbed my clit as he fucked me, and a second later, I came all over him, my pussy contracting on his dick.

  As my orgasm tore through me, he began fucking me even harder, my back banging against the door behind me. He was like a wild animal, his blue eyes bright with lust and desire, taking what was his.

  It didn’t matter if we made noise anymore.

  The consequences to our actions didn’t matter.

  All that mattered was us, in this moment, the two of us joined as one.

  “I’m gonna come,” he said a second later. “I can’t help it. You feel so good, Avery.”

  “Come inside of me,” I told him. “Please, I want you to come inside of me.”

  My words were enough to push him over the edge.

  He groaned, unloading a hot load of come right into me. I could feel it warm my core, shot after shot.

  When he was finished, he collapsed against me, his heart beating hard against mine.

  I slid my legs from around him until I was standing up. I felt woozy and weak, not only from being held and manhandled in that position, but from the knowledge of what we’d just done.

  We just stood there for a moment, letting our heartbeats slow.

  And then Cole reached down and scooped me into his arms, lifting me off the floor.

  “Cole!” I squealed, trying as best as I could to keep my voice down. “What are you doing?”

  He carried me across the hall to his old room and set me down gently on the bed. He covered me with a blanket, and then slid in next to me.

  We laid in the dark, facing each other.

  “You should go,” I said, reaching out and tracing his jaw line with my finger. “If he catches you…”

  “I’m not leaving without you.”

  “Cole…” I felt the first rumblings of reality starting to set in, the first realizations that what we were doing couldn’t last. “I don’t know.”

  “Why not?”

  “It’s not… I want to,” I said. “But it’s so hard.”

  “What is?”

  “Being with you, like this.”

  He nodded. He knew exactly what I was talking about. I couldn’t be with him, not the way I wanted to. There was too much at stake – the shared trauma of our pasts bonded us together, but it also made us all wrong for each other. We were stepbrother and stepsister. We’d grown up together. We were family.

  And besides, I didn’t fit into his world. I couldn’t take the secrets and the lies and the covert situations that seemed to permeate his life. He would never be a
ble to let me in the way I wanted him to, and I would never be strong enough to make him.

  The problem was, I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to stay away from him, either.

  “I want to give you what you deserve,” he said, kissing me softly on the lips. “I know I have a need to control you, Avery, but I can work on it.”

  “I want you to control me,” I said. Heat flooded my body at the thought of him making me strip just a few minutes ago, and I could feel myself getting wet imagining the darkness in his voice, the decisiveness in his tone.

  He shook his head, frustrated. “No. It’s wrong.”

  I bit my lip. “Cole,” I said softly. “What… what’s going on with you? Who was that man that was following me?”

  “Avery,” he said, his tone warning. I could see his face starting to shut down, could see his self-protectiveness begin to take over, his wall coming up.

  “Please,” I said, running my hand over his chest and down over his abs. I let my fingernails graze against him, sliding down until I was touching the tattoo he had of my initials.

  There was a small round scar in the middle of it that I hadn’t noticed before.

  He saw me looking at it and he swallowed hard before taking my hand in his. He tried to pull it away from his skin, but I held firm, tracing the scar with my fingertip.

  “Cole,” I whispered. “Please, let me in.”

  He sighed, and I could see him wrestling inside of himself, weighing telling me what was going on against his need for self-preservation and his desire to protect me.

  “Jeffrey and I were business partners,” he said at last. “We started a technology company together.”

  I nodded. I knew this already. But I didn’t say anything, knowing that keeping quiet gave me the best chance of him telling met the things I wanted to know.

  “Jeffrey was in charge of meeting with the investors, of setting valuations, of raising seed money. It was a lot of networking, and he was a whiz at numbers.”

  “Okay,” I said, my fingers still intertwined with his while they brushed lazily against the tattoo on his hip.

  “But some of the people we took money from, they’re… they’re not good people Avery.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “They get their money from illegal activities. Drugs. Murders. Sex trafficking.”