SEALed Bride: A Bad Boy Romance (Includes bonus novel Jerked!)

by Hamel, B. B.

  I stared at him and hoped he understood what I was trying to get at.

  “What do you mean? You don’t think of him as a brother?”

  “No, I mean, I guess. But he’s not really my brother.”

  “No, he isn’t. Not biologically, at least.”

  I let out a long sigh and relaxed back into the couch. That was a good first step, at least. I needed Dad to understand that Colin and I weren’t siblings, not really. I knew that he would freak if he knew what was happening between the two of us, if there really was anything happening, but at least he wasn’t under some crazy delusion that we really were brother and sister.

  “But does that matter?” he asked, looking at me.

  I shrugged and didn’t answer.

  “The two of you were never close back then, but you did live in the same house for a year. He was like an older brother to you.” He paused and looked at me. “He still is.”

  “Yeah, an older brother.”

  “It would mean a lot to me, Bren, if you could treat him like a part of the family. I know it’s strange and a big adjustment, and I know you were away for a long time, but you’re back now. I want us to all be together.”

  I nodded, though inwardly groaned. “Okay, I’ll try.”

  “Good. It would mean a lot to me if we could all be a family.”

  The last thing I wanted was to be Colin’s family. Family members didn’t do what I wanted to do with him, but I couldn’t disappoint my dad. Especially not when he was trying so hard to fix the mistake that I had made.

  “I promise I’ll try.”

  He stood up. “Okay, kiddo. I have to get going again. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  “Thanks, Dad.”

  “Call if you need anything.”

  “I will.”

  He smiled at me again and walked out. I heard the front door open then shut, and briefly I wondered where he slept most nights, since he was so rarely at his own house.

  Our conversation played over in my head as I lay there on the couch staring up at the ceiling. I can’t think of him like a brother, even if I wanted to, I realized. Worse, I knew that if I acted on what I wanted then I would be disappointing my father.

  Which meant that I was stuck.

  Annoyed at my situation, and angry at myself, I got up from the couch and went upstairs to take a shower.

  ––––––––

  The music on my phone was loud, which probably explained why I didn’t hear the door open. I had just finished shaving my legs, and was about to shampoo my hair, when a voice made me nearly jump out of the tub.

  “Cleaning up for me?”

  “Colin?”

  I heard him laugh. “Yeah, it’s me.”

  “Fuck, you scared me. What are you doing in here?”

  “Checking up on you. Is everything okay here?”

  “Everything is fine. You can’t come into the shower whenever you want to.”

  “I have to make sure you’re safe at all times, even when you’re naked and soaking wet.”

  “Don’t make that sound dirty. It’s the opposite of dirty. I’m getting clean.”

  I could practically hear him grinning. “You have those yoga pants prepared?”

  “No deal. You cut that outing short.”

  “Something important came up. And duration wasn’t part of it.”

  “Did you catch him?” I held my breath.

  He paused. “No, he’s still out there.”

  I could hear the disappointment and anger thick in his voice.

  “You will.”

  “You’re fucking right I will.”

  “Okay, why are you still in here?”

  “You want me to go, say the word.”

  I paused. “I talked to my dad earlier.”

  I heard him lean against something, probably the sink.

  “Yeah? What was O’Brian doing here?”

  “Checking up on me, apparently.”

  “Things still weird there?”

  “Getting less weird. Where does he stay when he’s not here, by the way?”

  “Sometimes he sleeps on the couch in his office at the pub. Sometimes he stays at his other apartment around the corner.”

  “He’d rather sleep on a couch than in his enormous room here?”

  “It’s a nice couch.”

  “Seriously, Colin.”

  “He’s a busy man. He doesn’t always have the time or the energy to come back home.”

  “Yeah, must be hard running a mob of violent criminals.”

  “You have no idea.”

  “He said something else weird, actually.”

  “What’s that?”

  I paused, not sure I wanted to say it. But for some reason, the idea of sharing it with Colin made me feel a little better. He was the only other person in the whole world that would understand what it really meant to let my dad down.

  “He said he wants us to be a family. You know, since I’m home.”

  Colin snorted. “Yeah? Like the Brady Bunch?”

  “I guess.”

  “We both know it’s not real, Bren.”

  “He doesn’t know that.”

  “I don’t give a fuck what he thinks anymore.”

  I pulled the curtain partially open and looked out at him. He gazed back at me, his arms crossed and his back leaning up against the sink, his face a mask of anger.

  “That seems like a dangerous thing to say in your line of work.”

  “Right now, I don’t care what’s dangerous and what isn’t.”

  I stared at him. “What do you want, Colin?”

  He pushed off the sink, moving with a languid grace, making intense eye contact.

  “You know what I want.”

  “You can’t do this.”

  He stood right in front of me but didn’t move to do anything. I wanted him to tear open the curtain and take me right there in the shower, but I couldn’t act. My dad’s words were still ringing in my ears.

  “I can do whatever I want. You weren’t complaining earlier.”

  “That was a mistake,” I said, looking away.

  “Didn’t feel like a mistake.” He got closer. “It felt like you were moaning in my mouth. It felt like you wanted my thick cock between your legs.”

  “Colin,” I said, blushing again. I hated how easily he made me squirm. It wasn’t like I had never been with a man before, but there was something about him that made me flush.

  “I can see it all over your face. You want me to taste you.”

  “We can’t do this.”

  He grinned. “You keep saying that. But your body says something different.”

  “What’s it saying?”

  “You know. I want to hear you say it.”

  I looked back at him, at his intense stare, and couldn’t stop myself. Something inside of me snapped, and I couldn’t think about anything other than the incredibly gorgeous, cocky asshole staring at me.

  “I want you,” I said softly. I don’t know why I did or where it came from, but I couldn’t stop myself.

  “Say it all. Tell me what you want.”

  I stared at his chiseled jaw and his muscled body. I could feel myself blushing, but I had come this far. “I want you to taste me.”

  Without another word, he pushed the shower curtain open, stepped into the water, and kissed me. His clothes were soaking through but he didn’t seem to care as his hands roamed over my skin, pausing only to fit my breasts into his palms. Despite the steam and the warm water I felt myself shaking for him, needing exactly what only he could give me.

  Suddenly, he dropped down to his knees and hooked his arms under my legs. He lifted my right foot up and placed it on the rim of the tub as he began to kiss my inner thighs.

  “Colin,” I gasped, and he looked up at me.

  Water dripped from his perfect face and soaked through his clothes, causing them to cling to his body. I gasped as he bit me softly.

  “I’ve be
en thinking about this for years,” he said.

  “Your clothes.”

  “Fuck the clothes. Fuck everything else. Fuck, Bren, I want you.”

  I intertwined my fingers through his hair as his mouth began to kiss and lick at my soaked-through spot. I gasped again as his tongue found my clit, licking and sucking hungrily. He was like an animal, working me with skill and precision, but also hunger and passion. His hands squeezed my ass while he licked my clit, alternating between soft pressure and a warm sucking sensation.

  “Shit, Colin,” I moaned.

  I felt his tongue roll down the length of me, and press its warm softness into my clit. He licked like that, rolling up and down, lapping up every inch of my skin. I couldn’t help but throw my head back and let out soft moans, confident that he’d hold me in place. My knees were shaking as pleasure rolled through me.

  His strong arms kept me stable, though, as his mouth and tongue continued to lick and suck at my soaked clit. I wasn’t sure if I was hot from the shower’s steam or hot from the incredibly sexy man’s mouth working my pussy. Probably the latter. I had never felt so deeply free and pleasured and controlled all at once, and I knew that he wouldn’t let me fall, not until I came on his tongue.

  “God, you’re delicious,” he mumbled as he reached up and felt my breast.

  “Keep going,” I moaned, beginning to roll my hips.

  I gyrated, working my clit against his soft and hard tongue and teeth, and he grabbed my ass again, pressing me up against his face. I practically rode his mouth as his tongue fucked me and I moaned with abandon, my hands pulling at his hair. He didn’t grunt or budge an inch, only squeezed my ass and licked my clit with alternating soft and hard deft strokes, not letting up.

  I felt it beginning to build through me as I worked my hips faster. He matched my pace, working his tongue along my length and clit, sucking and moving in fast swirls. His muscles stood out in his arms as he supported more and more of my weight. As the orgasm got closer, I knew my knees were practically useless.

  I stared down at his face, my mouth hanging open, my entire world shrunk down to nothing but his perfect mouth working my soaked-through clit. I couldn’t think of anything else. He held me up against the wall as my back began to arch and my skin began to vibrate.

  The orgasm rolled through me like a hammer, taking away everything with it.

  “Oh fuck, Colin, fuck, Colin, keep going,” I moaned loudly, my fingers digging into his head. My voice echoed in the otherwise empty bathroom, the steam fogging up the mirror. He squeezed my ass in response, licking every inch of my clit, as I came on his tongue and his face.

  His strong arms had to support my weight as I lost myself for a second. As the orgasm crested and began to subside, I tried to stand, and he reacted by lessening his grip on my body. Slowly, so painfully and incredibly and amazingly and excruciatingly slowly the orgasm passed and he moved away from my pussy with one last kiss.

  I leaned back against the shower wall, panting and gaping at him. I had never been taken like that before, like I was his thing to play with. He licked and ate me like my pussy was his prize.

  “I loved hearing my name,” he said, grinning.

  “Holy shit,” was all I could say.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He kissed my stomach and my breasts, standing up.

  I couldn’t believe I had given in to that, couldn’t believe what I said. I couldn’t believe I let my future stepbrother lick me in my dad’s shower. It all came spiraling down on me, but instead of panicking I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest.

  “You tasted better than I imagined,” he said.

  “Oh, my god. Shut up,” I said.

  He laughed. “Don’t be shy. You’re delicious.”

  “You’re so gross.”

  “I can’t wait to taste it again.”

  I pulled away and look at him.

  “Colin ....”

  He shook his head. “Don’t. Just don’t. We’re not doing that.”

  “You know this can’t happen again.”

  I felt like a broken record, saying it over and over again, but it was true. And besides, I knew that if I didn’t keep saying it, I would give into him completely. As much as I wanted that, I knew I couldn’t.

  He stepped back. “Look at me, Bren.”

  I stared at him, at his soaking-wet clothes, and laughed. “You do look a little ridiculous.”

  “I’d soak through a hundred more shirts to taste that again.”

  I shook my head and smiled. “Great line.”

  He grinned. “Not a line. Just the damn truth.”

  “Oh shut up.” I reached around him and turned off the water then got out of the tub. I wrapped a towel around my body.

  “That’s it then? You’re going to cover those beautiful curves?”

  I shook my head. “Cut it out. Not right now.”

  He began to strip off his shirt. “That means later, then.”

  “What are you doing?”

  “Taking off these wet clothes.”

  I stared as he pulled off the shirt and pants, leaving only tight black boxer briefs.

  “Enjoying the show?” he asked.

  “Oh, shut up.” I looked away.

  I heard him laugh and pull off the soaked cotton. Before I could make a comment, he threw his underwear at me and it landed on my head with a wet slap. I nearly screamed as I pulled it off me. He leaned back against the shower wall, laughing.

  “That’s not funny, asshole.”

  “That’s really funny. You looked great with my underwear on your face.”

  “You’re such a dick.” I looked back at him and blinked.

  His abs stood out the most to me, cut and chiseled perfect in his center. His whole body was covered in rippling, wet muscles, and his dick was half-hard. I stared at his length and girth, surprised at his size. He put his hands on his hips and grinned at me.

  “Like I said, you’re enjoying the show.”

  I looked away, blushing. “Clean this stuff up. My dad can’t see your clothes in here like this.”

  “Don’t worry, Princess. Your dad won’t be home tonight.”

  “Quit calling me that.” I turned the doorknob and pushed it open.

  “Leaving so soon? We were just getting started.”

  “I ... need to dry off,” I said lamely.

  “Oh, yeah. Me too.”

  Without looking back, I walked quickly out into the hall and to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I had to get out of there; if I had looked at him again, I knew that I would have done more, much more.

  The tingles and light-headed joy from the orgasm still lingered as I sat down on my bed, catching my breath.

  Chapter Thirteen: Colin

  I wrapped a towel around my waist, savoring the taste of Bren still lingering on my lips. She had gotten out of the bathroom pretty quickly, but I didn’t mind. I could see it in her eyes, the lust and the need, the same feelings that pulsed through my veins.

  I gave her a minute to gather herself then followed her down the hall and knocked on the door.

  “Who is it?”

  I turned the knob and grinned in at her. “Expecting someone else?”

  She was still wrapped in her towel, her hair soaking wet. It hit me all over again how badly I wanted her and how much I loved her curves. I could feel my cock already beginning to rise against the cotton towel.

  “I was, but I guess you’re a close second.”

  I shut the door behind me and crossed my arms. “You ran out of there pretty fast.”

  “It was getting too warm.”

  I grinned. “Yeah, I know.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Good one. Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”

  “Why aren’t you?”

  “This is my room.”

  “That’s a fair point. I guess I forgot.”

  “You forgot to get dressed?”

  “I was distracted. And my clothes
are a little damp at the moment.”

  I took a few steps closer toward her.

  “That’s not my fault. You have plenty of dry stuff in your room.”

  “Maybe I do, but it’s so far away.”

  “You should go check.”

  “Nah, I’m good.” I sat down at the edge of the bed and looked at her.

  She looked away. “I feel like I can’t stop saying this, but—“

  “Don’t bother.”

  She sighed. “I know.”

  I moved closer to her on the bed and she looked back at me. I stared at her perfect lips as they parted slightly.

  “I’m still a little hungry,” I said.

  “Oh, god. Don’t say that.”

  “What? I can’t help it.”

  “There’s food downstairs.”

  I reached up and took her chin, tilting her face toward me.

  “Not what I mean.”

  “I know what you mean. You’re not subtle.” She looked down at my crotch, at my dick lifting up the towel.

  “That’s your fault.”

  “It’s my fault you decided you had to make me ... you know, right there in the shower?”

  “Yeah, pretty much.”

  “Colin, what about my dad?”

  That made me pause. “I don’t want to think about him right now.”

  “Neither do I, but you know how he feels about the two of us.” She paused. “This would kill him.”

  “I don’t know if it would.”

  “What about your job? I mean, this could be really bad for you. Boning the boss’s daughter.”

  I laughed. “Boning? And I’m pretty sure I haven’t done that yet.”

  She looked frustrated. “You know what I mean.”

  I gazed back at her, my grin dissolving into a serious smile.

  “I’m not thinking past this, right here. This is all I want, and I’m going to have it.”

  She went to argue, but I didn’t let her.

  I smothered whatever protest she had, whatever lame excuse, with my mouth. I pushed it back down her throat with my tongue, and she didn’t resist. I knew I had her.

  I was done with the back and forth. I was done with her excuses. I was done with her pretending that she didn’t want me as badly as I wanted her, because I could see it in her eyes every time we talked.

  No more hesitation or holding back. I was the kind of man that got what he wanted, and in that moment I wanted her. And so I took her.