Page 12 of Wrapped Up In You
“I figured we should probably hydrate after the drinking this morning.”
“Thanks,Dad.”
I cringed. “No. No, thank you. Absolutely not. You are not calling me that. It’s weird enough we’re stepbrothers.”
“So? Who cares?”
I was sure the look on my face was incredulous. “You’re kidding me. Our parents? Other people?” How could he be so blasé about this?
“Oh, well, if other people care, that completely changes things.”
I knew he was poking fun, but I was legitimately concerned about this. “Don’t be a dick. Pretty sure banging your stepbrother is frowned upon by pretty much everyone.”
“So we’re gonna bang?” He smiled as he took a huge bite of his sandwich, chewing obnoxiously. He was having a good time with this.
“I haven’t ruled it out,” I said evenly, wanting to turn the tables on him. Lust flashed in his eyes. He swallowed his bite and straightened from the counter, stalking toward me.
Oh shit.
“Watch out there, Lucy. You’re playing with fire.” He got up in my space, and it wasn’t until my ass hit the edge of the counter that I realized he’d backed me into it. He’d cornered me. I was used to being in charge in nearly every aspect of my life, but for the first time, I found myself wanting to give up control. Still, I had to make sure he was thinking this through. One of us needed to be rational here.
“It seriously doesn’t bother you that we’re stepbrothers? You don’t worry about what our parents will think?”
He shrugged. “Honestly, it’s none of their business. Do you plan on telling them?” He leaned in and nipped at my neck just above the collar of my shirt. “We’re not talking about a marriage commitment here. We’re trapped in a cabin in a blizzard, and obviously, there’s some attraction between us. Why not fuck around?”
“You want this? Me?”
He nipped at my ear, his breath tickling the fine hairs of my neck. “Would I be doing this if I didn’t?” Goosebumps broke out all over my skin as he licked a stripe from my ear to the neckline of my shirt. He pulled it aside, exposing my collarbone. He licked and sucked the hollow of my shoulder until I was sure I’d have a hickey there, but it felt so damn good.
Sex with Rebecca had been abouther. And that fact hadn’t ever really bothered me. Getting her off was always the end goal. I got an orgasm in the end, so what did I care if it was more about her than me? The destination was the most important part, regardless of the path we took to get there.
As his lips trailed across the base of my throat, nipping and licking a path from one shoulder to the other, I realized I’d never fully understood just how good it could feel to spend a little more time on the journey before arrival.
His hand found its way around to my backside, and he pulled me into him, grinding our cocks together through way too many layers of fabric. Still, the feel of his dick against mine was a reminder of just who I was doing this with. And damned if my mouth didn’t shoot off one more time. “It really doesn’t bother you?”
Abruptly, he pulled away. “Clearly, it bothersyou. Do I need to stop?”
I shrugged. “No. Yes. I don’t know.”Fuck. I always had an answer. Always. This was so fucking confusing.
“Anything other than a yes is still a no. I’m not going to take this any further if you’re not sure what you want.” He walked back over to his sandwich and took another bite, casual as could be. Meanwhile, my cock was trying to punch a hole through my joggers, my pulse was still racing, and I had whiplash from the abrupt change of course. And I had no one to blame but myself and my big mouth.
“Look, I guess I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around this.”
He set his sandwich down and looked at me, crossing his arms and resting his hip against the counter. I couldn’t help but allow my eyes to dart down to his crotch, noting he was having just as much of a problem in the pants department as I was, despite his casual attitude. If he noticed me looking, he didn’t mention it.
He swallowed his bite and let out a breath. “So here’s the deal. Yes, we’re stepbrothers, but it’s not like we grew up together, right? And how many times have we actually seen each other in the last eight years since our parents got married? Two or three times a year?”
I shrugged again. “Yeah, I guess that’s about right.”
“We barely know each other. We’re not blood-related. We’re both single, trapped by a million inches of snow with nothing else to do, and I don’t know about you, but I’m horny as fuck. I think you’re overthinking it.”
I wasn’t sure if I was thinking with my head or my dick, but what he was saying was making some sense. “If we do this, it’s just until you go home. Suzanne and my father never need to know.”
Something crossed over his features so quickly that I thought I imagined it. “Fine by me. I’m not really a commitment guy.”
“Alright.”
“Alright, like ‘let’s get it on?’”
