My Hot Stepbrother: A Second Chance Romance

by Aria Ford

  Everyone was staring, and I felt her freeze for a moment. “Come on.” She walked forward, and I made the formal introductions for those that hadn’t met her. We found a spot at the table, and I noticed that Paul was looking curiously at me, his arm slung over the shoulder of one of the young receptionists. She looked a little tipsy already, and I rolled my eyes at him as his eyes drifted to Mandy.

  I felt a rush of jealousy and glanced over at her, watching her sip the drink as she looked around the table with a nervous expression. I noticed that Stella moved into the seat beside her and grinned at her. They seemed to know one another already, and I raised an eyebrow as Stella shot me an inquiring look.

  Someone ordered shots, and the waitress brought over a big tray of them as Mandy stared at it. She’d finished her drink and asked the waitress for another one as Stella slid two shot glasses her way. “You get Stephen’s. He’s a goody-two-shoes.”

  “He has to get home to his son,” Mandy defended me as I looked down at her. She smiled at me, and I felt warmth rush over me.

  Stella convinced Mandy to join in with a shot, and everyone clanked their glasses together before slamming down the tequila. I laughed at the look on her face, and she stared at me in shock. I assumed that she wasn’t too much of a drinker, but she took an eager sip of the cocktail that the waitress brought her to wash down the harsh liquor.

  Paul let out a holler as he held up another shot and raised his hands in the air. He was the first one on the dance floor when the music started, dirty dancing with the receptionist that he’d originally been cuddling up to as well as another one. I watched him as he rocked his hips into the blonde’s ass, calling out something obnoxious as Mandy gave me a look.

  I could tell that she was getting a little drunk by the shimmer in her eyes and smiled gently at her. I would take care of her and keep her safe. More to the point, I would keep her far away from Paul. He was a handful when he was sober, but with a few shots in him, every woman in the room was soon to be in trouble.

  The others started joining him as the music kept playing, and I started laughing. I didn’t get out with everyone enough and was having a great time here tonight. Danielle always told me to do things with friends after work, but I had Brandon to think about. He was my responsibility, my obligation.

  A rush of freedom passed through me as a popular song that Brandon loved came over the speakers. I leaned close to Mandy and asked her to dance with me as she blushed and smiled shyly. “Okay,” she agreed as we stood and moved toward the group on the dance floor. I watched as she took a small breath and started to move, realizing quickly that Mandy had some moves.

  She only had one more shot, which was delivered by no other than Paul, who grinned at me. “This is for you. I have someone to warm my bed tonight.” He winked at me before returning to the girls waiting for him, and I looked down at Mandy. She didn’t seem to hear what he said and downed the shot like it was water before she smiled brightly at me.

  Fuck, she was beautiful.

  She kept dancing to the songs that played, and I was grateful when something slow came over the speakers. I took her hand and asked if I could have this dance, mesmerized by her smile when she said yes.

  “How long have you been alone with your son?” Her voice was soft in my ear as I held her close, moving to the slow beat of the ballad.

  “Six years. His mother left when Brandon was one,” I replied, oblivious to our surroundings as she slipped her arms around his neck. “We were never married, barely together really. I wasn’t as careful as I should have been then, but I love my boy more than anything.”

  “Of course you do. I can tell that you live for him.” Her eyes were clear when she gazed up at me, full of compassion and sincerity. “He’s lucky to have you.”

  “Thank you,” I told her as I pulled her body closer to me, feeling her chest against mine as I breathed her in. Her perfume was sweet and reminded me of citrus and cherries.

  We danced for an hour or so longer before I sensed that Mandy was tired. We walked out to the car, and I opened the door for her as she slid into the passenger seat. Once I was behind the wheel, I looked at her and tenderly stroked her soft cheek. “You don’t drink a lot, do you?”

  “No. Never.” She giggled. “That was a lot of fun, though.”

  “It was. I should go more.” I admitted as I pulled slowly out of the parking lot. “Where do you live?”

  She directed me to an apartment complex a few blocks away, and I pulled into the parking lot and parked in front of the door that she pointed at. It was a nice place, and I looked around before noticing how dark her unit was. “Is anyone home?” I asked her as she turned her head to stare at me. There was something needy in her eyes, and I licked my lips, imagining the things that I could do with her.

  “No. Vanessa stays with her boyfriend a lot on the weekends since they do theater together.” Mandy smiled brilliantly at me. “Want to come in? We usually have something to drink in the house.”

  I hesitated for a fleeting second. “That sounds great, Mandy.”

  I should’ve headed home to Brandon, but I knew that he was sleeping from the text I’d sent to Danielle. She was curled up watching a movie, and my son was safe, so I should enjoy myself a little bit. I would be back in time for him to wake up. I’d never spend the night away from Brandon nor would I just assume that Danielle would stay.

  I had responsibilities, but at that moment, I was just going to take her inside and pretend that this was all that I had to worry about.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Mandy

  I watched as he walked around to my side of the car, shocked at the fact I was going inside of my apartment with Stephen. Hadn’t we just met?

  My stomach had butterflies choking me as I heard the door open and slid my legs out. I was looking forward to getting out of these heels, and I allowed him to pull me to my feet, sliding my hands against his broad chest. Our eyes locked and my legs went weak as I slipped my arms around his neck.

  I wanted him. Badly. I could think of a few reasons why nothing should happen between us, but when I looked at his lips, they all faded away from my mind. “Let’s go in.”

  “Okay,” I replied as he closed the door and locked it with the push of a button. He wrapped an arm around my back and led me upstairs to our spacious, two-bedroom unit. I unlocked the door and walked inside, knowing that it was clean. Vanessa was a freak about that. Stephen followed me inside, and I caught a whiff of his intoxicating scent. It reminded me of peppermint and the ocean, with a hint of masculinity. I was obsessed with it. I walked over to the counter and dropped my keys on the counter before turning to ask him what he wanted to drink.

  “I don’t want alcohol. I can’t stay tonight and need to be careful how much I drink,” Stephen told me, his eyes apologetic before he pressed his lips to mine. I pulled him closer to me, gripping his shirt as he cupped my face and kissed me harder. He pushed me against the counter, tilting his face as he teased my lips with his tongue.

  Oh God.

  I wrapped my arms around his body and gave him entrance, groaning as he claimed my mouth. Stephen was demanding with his kiss, taking from me as I gave him everything. I knew that I was a little tipsy, but the dancing sobered me up. I knew that I was nervous. I’d never felt this way about a man in my life.

  He gripped my hips and pulled me against him as we both moaned. I was beyond logic. All need. I slid my arms around his neck, kissing him without inhibition as his hands brushed the zipper of my skirt. “I want you, Mandy.” His voice was hoarse, and I felt his teeth against my earlobe. “I need you.”

  “Take me,” I urged him, feeling his fingers unbutton the skirt and unzip it before I felt it slide down to the floor. I was wearing some lace boy shorts underneath, and I felt embarrassed, even though it was dark. The only light was from the stove, and I pulled him closer to me.

  “Take me to your room,” Stephen told me as I kicked off my heels and bravely unbuttoned my s
hirt. I dropped it from my shoulders and turned to lead the way to my room at the end of the long hallway. We were lucky in that we both had master suites. I reached out my hand, needing his warmth.

  Stephen turned me toward him once we were inside the room, his mouth claiming mine in a hard kiss. I reached down to release the button on his pants and slide them down, hearing him get his shoes off.

  We worked together to remove his shirt before he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground against him, moaning at the delicious sensation of his erection pressed against my heat.

  He carried me to my bed, lit only by the amber salt lamp that burned at all hours. He lowered me to the mattress, and I felt his hard cock pressing against my damp core as I groaned against his lips. He was thick and hard, and my untouched pussy cried out with fear before he kissed me again. “Do you have anything here?” Stephen asked as I felt him pull back and work the front clasp of my bra.

  “I think that Vanessa has some condoms in her bathroom. It’s been a while for me,” I breathed as he spread the lace open and stared down at my nearly naked body. “I can go get some.”

  Stephen moved to the side, and I breathed deeply as I sat up. I slipped the bra off, dropping it to the floor with a violent shudder as I moved to stand up. My nipples were hard and breasts heavy with the need to be touched. I wrapped my arms around my waist as I walked over to Vanessa’s cracked door.

  Despite knowing the layout of our place well, my legs were still trembling as I padded across the hardwood floors to her bathroom. I grabbed a couple of silver packets and pressed my lips together, tracing my nipples with my finger as I breathed in. I knew that if I touched myself between my legs, I would be soaked with desire, and I clutched the condoms tighter in my hand before I almost ran to my bedroom.

  I slipped back inside to see Stephen sitting on my bed, his perfect body bare for me. He had his rigid cock in his hand, but his eyes were on me. “Set them down on the edge of the bed and come here.”

  He didn’t have to ask me twice.

  He was the most beautiful man that I’d ever seen, and I stilled to watch him for a moment. His eyes were heavy-lidded, and he watched for a moment as I took in his cut abdomen and muscular chest. I felt my thighs tingling and walked over to the bed to join him on it, dropping the strip onto the bed before I kissed him.

  It was as if something was unleashed between us as he pulled my face closer to him, kissing me hard and deep. I could feel the need that was pounding in my chest, making my core ache as he laid me down onto my back. He kissed me until I couldn’t breathe before moving to my jaw and then to the soft skin of my neck.

  “Let’s take these off, shall we?” He glanced up at me as he played with the edge of my panties.

  “Please,” I whimpered and lifted my hips to give him room to get them off me.

  I cried out as he leaned down and sucked the skin at the base of my neck gently into his mouth. Stephen parted my legs with his knees and moved his mouth down my chest, peppering me with kisses. I felt the need rushing through me as I dropped my head back and cried out his name.

  His mouth wrapped around one nipple, sucking me slowly as I gripped his hair. I could feel the way my body grew wetter as I dragged his teeth across me and jerked as I felt something releasing from deep inside of me as if it were tucked away for this occasion alone. He pressed a thick finger inside my pussy, and I tightened and arched my back as fire burst from the center of my stomach, warming me.

  “Stephen,” I moaned as my muscles ached. The pressure just kept coming, confused as to just what he did to me.

  My legs were spread wide for him, and he worked me through the orgasm with expertise. It was delicious and something I wanted more of. I closed my eyes and memorized the pulsing in my body as I felt him move to the other nipple.

  “You’re so wet,” he murmured, stroking my clit with the pad of his thumb as he pressed his fingers back inside of me. “Tell me you came.”

  “I did,” I whispered roughly.

  “Good girl,” he mumbled as he move down my stomach, kissing my skin and pulling his fingers from my body. He parted my folds and ran his tongue over my clit as I cried out. “I…Stephen.”

  He hovered above my pussy and breathed out in a long exhale as I tried to wiggle in his tight grip. “Stay still. I need to taste you,” his voice was hoarse with lust.

  I looked down as he pressed his lips against my center, rolling his tongue through my wet folding and lapping at me as if he were starving. He teased me with his tongue before sucking my clit between his teeth.

  I held his hair with one hand and my sheets with another. “Stephen!” I cried out as I came again, his mouth sucking up every drop before I felt him move to his knees

  “Do you want this?” His voice was shaking, and I looked up at him.

  “More than I have ever wanted anything,” I promised as he took one off and ripped it open. He sheathed himself with it and moved between my legs before he kissed me tenderly.

  I felt him ease forward, one hand on his cock as he slipped inside of me. I was tight and sensitive, and he filled me slowly, stretching me open.

  “You feel so fucking good. You’re so tight, Mandy. I…” Stephen choked as he paused, allowing me to adjust to him. We eased together, finding our rhyme as we rocked together within a few thrusts.

  The delicious smell of lust mixed with the sound of our bodies slapping sensually together was enough to drive me insane. I clawed at his back and moaned loudly as he picked up his pace and fucked me faster.

  “Stephen. Go deeper,” I begged as he moved up and pressed my legs to his chest. It was a different angle, one that I felt everywhere, and we both started to cry out as we came together.

  He finished with his gaze locked on mine and stayed there, panting and looking like a god before he rolled over onto his back.

  “I haven’t wanted a woman since Lacy left. I haven’t thought of anyone since that time.” He glanced over at me and smiled as he gasped for air. “Ever since I saw you last week, I’ve wanted you.”

  “I know the feeling too well.” I smiled and turned to look at the clock. “Damn. It’s after midnight.”

  “Yeah. That sucks. Forgive me for having to leave. Brandon is at home with—”

  “No need to explain. I’m good. Seriously.” I forced a sweet smile. I understood his situation, and while I hated being left to sleep alone after sex, it was what it was.

  He got up before grabbing his clothes and walking to the bathroom door. He paused before going in and glanced over his shoulder. I stared at his perfect ass, not able to help myself. “You were amazing, by the way.”

  “So were you,” I responded.

  He disappeared into the bathroom, and I flopped back on the bed until he came back out. I got up and pulled a T-shirt over my head before getting up, kissing him goodbye and walking him to the door.

  The situation should have been awkward, but it wasn’t. Maybe it would be tomorrow.

  “I’ll see you in the morning,” he promised me before walking to his car.

  I locked the front door and padded back to bed, dropping back onto the pillows, and breathing in the scent of amazing sex.

  I just spent part of the night with a gorgeous man that had a good job and cared about the people close to him. My body pulsed in ecstasy as I laid there in the dark with a silly smile on my face.

  I would meet Brandon the next morning, and I couldn’t wait. Hopefully the kiddo would like me. I pulled the sheet over me weakly, knowing that I was going to dream about Stephen, and the dream would pick up just where we left off.

  With round two.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Stephen

  I woke up to the weekend alarm, roused out of a dream about Mandy. This time it was based on real events. I had something to fantasize about, and I turned on my back and gripped my cock for a moment.

  It was the first day of the tennis camp. I needed to make Brandon breakfast so we could be t
here on time, since it started at nine and lasted a few hours.

  I couldn’t wait to see Mandy again.

  I jerked off quickly and then pulled on some shorts to head to the kitchen in to make coffee. Brandon was asleep when I got home, and I locked the door behind a tired Mike and Danielle as they headed to their apartment.

  I had a beer to celebrate the night, wishing that I wasn’t alone in my bed. I liked the feeling of Mandy against me and wanted so much more. I wanted to wake up with her in my arms, but I didn’t see that as a possibility quite yet.

  I knocked on Brandon’s door, telling him to wake up, before I went to take a shower. I didn’t know what to expect from today so far. I’d watched a game or two of tennis on television, but I didn’t know the specifics of it. It reminded me of racquetball that I played at the gym with friends, with more of a point. That was more of a stress relief for me.

  I thought back to last night while I was in the shower again, playing back the way she felt wrapped around me. Mandy was perfect; sweet and sexy. I knew that she was feeling nervous and shy during moments of last night, but when she let her walls down, Mandy gave her entire body to me. I thought about the game tomorrow and depending on how things went today. Maybe I’d ask her to join me. It would be a fun day and if she and Brandon hit it off that would make it all the better.

  I knew that Brandon wanted a family. I could always see it in his eyes, and we’d discussed it several times over the years. I explained that I was going to be selective about who I let into his life. I had to find a woman that would love him as much as I did, and I wouldn’t put up with any of the step mom shit I’d heard about from friends. Brandon was my priority, and he practically had to be hers as well until the night was quiet and it was just us. I was happy to worship her then and let her pleasure me.

  I could imagine that with Mandy. It frightened me a little bit. I needed to know a lot more before I let this get any more serious and today would be the test for me.

  I fixed us sausage and eggs for breakfast and drank a couple of cups of coffee, since anxiety had started to take over. I felt great when I woke up from last night, thinking about the amazing sex and what this could mean, but I was a little wary. I had not been into a woman for a long time, and there was much more to this than just her and I.