Now there's a statement I never thought I'd make.
“Don’t even go there, Kieran,” Percy tells me, and I’m instantly irritated by the confidence in his tone. “I might be bisexual for all you know. It's not like we've ever been close. And besides, my wife is pregnant, so please don't upset her."
Wait, what?
"You're pregnant?" I ask her, taking the opportunity to rake my eyes over her pin thin body once again.
She doesn't look fucking pregnant to me. Besides, the idea of Percy sliding his cock inside of her is laughable. He’s gay, and he's never tried to hide it until now. Bisexual, my left nut. I don’t even try to mask the snort of incredulity.
Stacy looks at me like I’m crazy.
"Yes, I'm pregnant."
I call bullshit.
"Well, congratulations, you two. What a stunning couple you make," I tell them with an amused smirk.
She looks at me wide-eyed, and I feel my already hard cock twitch inside my pants. All I want to do is take her upstairs and ravage her sexy little body.
I wonder what Percy has over her head to make her play this bullshit game of his. It must be something. She definitely doesn't seem to be happy.
"Listen, Kieran, we've just returned home from a long trip. You can go ahead and leave." Percy’s obvious dismissal grates on my nerves.
"This isn’t your home yet, Percy,” I say through gritted teeth. “The lawyers still have to go over the will, so I’d suggest you not to get too comfortable."
"Well, I am Father's only legitimate son. So if I were you, I’d get ready to be financially cut off."
"You think Father still supported me? You’re wrong. I made my own fucking living, unlike you. I’m just here to see that things are done right just as our father wanted, and to pay my respects. It's fucking sad that his own blood doesn't see it that way."
"How dare you!” Percy growls, baring his teeth. “I don’t have any other interest than realizing our father's wishes."
"Well, it wouldn't be unlike you,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him. “You always loved our father’s bank account more than you loved him."
Stacy’s backing up toward a wall now, looking distinctly uncomfortable. I can see that she’s frightened by what's going down. It makes me determine right now that I’ll get to the bottom of what Percy has on her, so that I can get her out of Percy's clutches.
Percy keeps right on yammering. "Unfortunately for you, stepbrother, whatever you say doesn't matter. Father's will is in the lawyer's hands and I have every intention of making sure that his last wishes are granted."
"Percy, if only that were true. You, showing up here like this, have nothing to do with our father’s wishes. And I’m going to find out what you’re up to."
He glares up at me through his beady eyes.
Okay, let’s think about this for minute. Percy’s just an unattractive asshole. He's small, slim, and looks like a fucking weasel—which is his personality through and through. He's weak, and I will expose the weakness that will undo his plans and will save Stacy.
He's actually trying to cloak his intentions, not that anyone would take him as anything but a snake. I know all he wants is to get his hands on all of father's money.
Still, this charade of a marriage…why bother with that? What’s it all about?
"Well, I’ll leave you to it, Percy,” I tell him as I make my way toward the door, fishing the key of my Aston out of my pocket. “But you better fucking remember what I said – don’t get too comfortable.”
I storm out and leave Percy speechless.
I know that Stacy is already skittish and now, most likely, frightened. I vow to check on her later when I'm good and calm.
Just the thought of her has my still-hard cock straining eagerly against my zipper. So I make an addendum to my vow—I’m going to fuck her as well. That’s just how I roll.
Stacy
Percy at least shows me the decency of taking me to my assigned room.
And when I say assigned, that’s because this whole thing feels like an assignment—nothing about being with Percy is fun.
It's not a real relationship; it's a sham.
We’re not even friends. In fact, I pretty much hate the guy. I see him as my enemy, and that’s as far as we will ever go.
Percy ripped me away from my family and he forced me into marriage. He’s basically blackmailing me.
I thought that the man I’d eventually marry would be a special one. I thought I’d walk up to the altar with a man I love.
This was definitely not what I imagined.
Percy’s rotten to the core.
How long I will have to stay here and keep up this ridiculous charade?
At least my room’s separated from Percy's. As if that slimebag would ever sleep with me, as his supposed wife. But thank fuck he won’t. The last thing I want is him crawling into my bed.
My room is spacious and full of light. There's an oversized bed with a plush white duvet, white rugs, and white furnishings. A balcony looks out over the backyard that showcases an Olympic-size pool with statues and fountains and other outlandish, over the top adornments.
I feel like stripping down and diving in. Maybe it would help me chill out a little. I'm hoping that a house this size has a gym too, so that I can work out some of my stress and maybe get more toned. I may be trapped and miserable but I don’t have to let myself go.
Even if I don’t find a gym, at least in this palatial mansion there’s lots of room to spread out and to get away from Percy.
If I'm going to be trapped somewhere it might as well be here.
I remember the moment when Father begged me to go away with Percy. His eyes were pleading and it broke my heart.
What Percy put us through is burned permanently into my memory. He was ruthless in his efforts to tear me away from my family. If it weren't for Kieran giving me an actual bit of hope right now, I’d be crumpled on the floor crying my eyes out.
I don’t know how to explain it, but his presence made me calmer…it actually made me forget, if only for a moment, that I am caged to a sociopath. I’m not sure what he plans on doing, but he’s definitely not on Percy’s side. And the enemy of your enemy is your friend, right?
As I unpack my clothes, my mind keeps going back to what just went down with Kieran. God, that man, even in clothes, has an incredible body. I could see the outline of his 8 pack abs through his shirt, the bulging muscles of his arms catching my gaze when his chiseled jaw didn’t take my attention.
I wasn’t expecting to run into somebody so hot and yummy while staying here. In fact, I wasn’t expecting anything pleasant at all when I arrived here and I’m trying to make the best of a bad situation.
I wonder if he's staying in the house or what his plans are. I know that maybe I shouldn’t be curious, but hey, I welcome the distraction. And he is…distracting. A low heat in my belly makes it clear just how much of an effect he has on me.
I can’t help but picture Kieran's blonde hair, and how it falls over his eyes when he cocks his head to the side and smirks. But he wasn’t just gorgeous. Kieran seems laid-back, and yet he was so firm with Percy.
More than that, he’s smart—he knew right off there's something not right with my marriage to Percy. The moment Percy told him I was pregnant, Kieran immediately knew something was up. The way he looked me over, inspecting me.
I bite my lip, remembering the sight of his tanned, toned arms and the incredible abs beneath that shirt I wish I could tear off. Now, that’s a real man. He seems like someone who gets his way often, and isn’t used to women refusing him.
God, I wish I could tell him the truth…but I’m bound to secrecy.
I try to focus on unpacking but my mind is pulled into a different direction...Kieran’s direction. What do I have to lose by imagining myself with him?
I deserve a little time to unwind.
I go to the bed and crawl under the soft duvet. The stress melts away as I lay my head down.
I think about Kieran, this handsome stranger, going down on me. His head is between my legs and OMG, is it hot. I imagine him devouring me, picture his mouth sucking on my clit like I’m the most delicious thing in the world, his lips glistening with my pussy juices.
I glide my fingers over my clit just thinking about his mouth on me, circling and teasing my clit the way that I wish his tongue could right now. In my mind, he slides two fingers into me to prepare me for when he fucks me. I’m so wet just imagining it.
Moaning into a pillow now, I try to contain my exploding desire.
Then, I go from imagining his mouth on my pussy to imagining so much more.
He climbs on top of me and spreads my legs wide before unleashing his ten-inch cock. It’s thick and hard, already starting to drip with his own arousal, and I want to lick it off.
My mouth goes dry as I moan at the thought of him entering me, filling me up and stretching me to accommodate his massive cock. Oh my God, I want the bulge I saw in his pants to be free, the real deal right in front of me so that I can wrap my hands and my lips around him.
I want him to take me against the wall, on the balcony, in the bathtub, on the grass, in the bed, on the floor...everywhere. Suddenly, I imagine this expansive estate as a checklist of places I want Kieran to ram his cock in me.
I know I might be moaning loudly, but I don't care because I’m lost in the idea of Kieran, the handsome blonde who stood up to Percy. My lust takes over and I’m an animal giving in to my desires.
If Kieran would come in here and take me now, then I would be far less opposed to staying here. I start to imagine being married to him instead of his monster brother.
Because I’m alone and anything is safe in my mind, I imagine Kieran and I at the altar, and then on our honeymoon in some fantasy beach location.
I am lost in a chasm of euphoria, about to lose my mind and come so fucking hard.
And then a deep voice interrupts my daydream.
"I can help you with that, you know?"
What the fuck?
I open my eyes, and instead of seeing Kieran, there’s a chiseled, dark-haired man who’s equally as hot. I didn’t know it was possible to be as attractive as Kieran, and now here’s another man that’s so good looking I could almost ride the wave of my orgasm to completion just looking at him.
His brown eyes are serious and full of mystery.
I should feel embarrassed about being caught in the act, but for some reason I don't. At first, I think I’m just too far gone with lust.
Then I realize that maybe I am starstruck.
I recognize this guy.
He’s a champion polo player.
I pause and don't know what to say.
What a sight I must be, legs splayed open, moaning and rubbing my slippery pussy.
With no shortage of inspired sass, I say to myself that this is what he gets for walking into my room uninvited.
Carter
I'm standing at the door of one of the guest rooms, witnessing the most fucking awesome sight I think I've ever seen.
She really should've locked the door before going at it, but I guess I shouldn’t be complaining about that.
I came in to grab some of my stuff but I never expected to walk in and see such a fuck-hot woman like this one sprawled out on the bed, giving herself God knows how many orgasms.
My cock is hard seeing this beauty touch herself, and I almost resist the urge to say something. But I've already made my introduction.
She's scrambling to cover herself up and she’s staring at me now.
"Hey…I know you," she says from underneath the blanket, a crimson color staining her cheeks.
"Do you follow polo?" I have to admit, I like that she knows who I am.
"Only you. You're all over the magazines and papers. You're Carter, right? Carter Williams. I would never have dreamed that you're Percy's brother. I mean, geez, you look nothing alike."
"He's my stepbrother. The relation is by name only."
"Oh, well,” she mutters, averting my gaze. “I don't know what to say. You really caught me off guard."
I grin. "I can't say I'm disappointed."
She's looking at me intently, and she can't seem to tear her eyes away from my statuesque 6'5 frame. Of course I shouldn’t be surprised she’d recognize me. I’m all over the media right now with my recent win in Britain.
But what I’m not prepared for is how much I want to fuck this girl.
I wonder who she’s with…is she Kieran's?
"Who are you?" I ask because I realize that I have no idea who this beauty is.
"Oh,” she murmurs. “I’m, uh, Percy's wife."
What the fuck?
"Percy, as in my stepbrother Percy?"
"That's the one."
"But he's..."
"Gay?"
"Yeah."
"Well, he's bisexual or something, I suppose," she mumbles.
"Uh, okay," I say dubiously.
Sure, people can be bisexual. But not Percy. I don't believe it for a second. Percy's only ever been into men and he's never been shy about it.
Something else is going on here.
"Yeah, I'm pregnant," she says flatly.
"Pregnant?" Okay, now I know this is a joke. Percy must be fucking with me somehow. "What’s really going on? You don't look even one day pregnant.”
My eyes are scanning her super slim torso that’s peeking out at me from under the duvet. Fuck, I want to run my tongue along the contours of her body and take in all of her flavors.
"It's kind of a long story." Her cheeks flush.
"I take it you will tell it to me in full one day."
"Maybe."
Her eyes look somber and I try to fathom what her story might be. How did someone as beautiful and sexy as she is end up in this guest bedroom? And married to Percy, of all the people in the world.
But fuck, I can’t take my eyes off her.
She’s lying there like a feast that I’d devour in a second. I want to rip the rest of those clothes off her perfect body and welcome her to the family in an up close and personal way.
I don’t give a fuck about Percy—now that I’ve found her, I want to make her mine. I want to turn her into my sexy little plaything for as long as I can.
I have a burning need to show her just what she's been missing in a man. Because Percy sure as fuck isn’t doing anything in that department—obviously since she’s in here taking matters into her own hands.
"So who are you anyway? I know you’re Carter, but—"
"Oh shit, I’m sorry. Where are my manners?” I was so distracted that I failed to introduce myself. “So yeah, the name’s Carter, as you already know. I’m John's stepson from his first marriage. Percy and I grew up together."
"Oh,” she says, running the tip of her tongue between her lips. “So you’re Kieran’s brother?”
I narrow my eyes. How the fuck does she know Kieran? Has that fucker already moved in on her? I wouldn’t put it past him.
But before I can reply, she continues with, “Well, I’m Stacy. Nice to meet you."
She seems displeased at the mention of Percy and I’m determined to find out why. I’m equally determined to know why her face flushed when she said Keiran’s name. But that’s a matter for another time.
"I have to admit…I’m surprised Percy has a wife. I find it strange that he married you. I know him—I really know him."
"Yeah well, he's different." She shrugs like she has nothing else to say on the matter. How well does she even know Percy? Maybe I should enlighten her.
"What do you know about your husband, Stacy?” I ask her, and she looks away from me and out the window. Yeah, she knows exactly who Percy is.
When we were growing up, Percy was always scheming and deceiving people. He's a master manipulator.
People always liked me better. Percy had very few friends growing up, and I think he still holds that against me.
"I know Percy,�
�� she whispers faintly, and then her gaze returns to me. “Why are you here? To say goodbye?"
"Yeah, I just came here because I needed to pick up a few things."
"It must be hard…losing him." She gives me a small sympathetic smile.
My jaw ticks but I can’t deny it’s nice to have someone who seems to actually give a fuck about how I feel.
"It is hard. He was my stepdad, but was better to me than my real dad ever was. My mom went through so many men and marriages. But John raised me and he always made sure that I was okay. He was a good man."
"Yeah, he worked with my dad a lot. I always heard good things."
Okay then, that's how she knows us. At least there's something of a connection there. But I’m still trying to piece together how this girl fits in. Why the fuck is she married to Percy? I just can’t wrap my head around it.
"I can’t imagine what it’s like to lose a father." A flash of something crosses her face but it’s gone the next second.
"Yeah," I tell her, suddenly feeling myself caught in a moment of pure vulnerability. "It was totally unexpected. He really held everything and everyone together. I don't know how things will operate without him here."
"I'm sorry you're having to go through that. I’m here, you know, if you ever want to..." She spreads her legs under the duvet, her eyes never leaving mine. "Talk."
Holy fuck. Hell yeah. I’m so down to…talk.
I give her a smirk. “How considerate of you. I may just have to take you up on the offer. I haven’t had a good talk in a long time.”
The decision to accept her invitation is an easy one. I’ll show her everything she’s been missing in a man. Because Percy sure as fuck isn’t taking care of her.
My cock is rock-hard, straining against the fabric of my pants. I see her trying to size up my length and girth. She won’t be disappointed. Not with all ten inches, thick as a fucking coke can stuffed inside her.
I can't wait to give this girl what she's obviously aching for—a real man between her legs. Percy pales compared to me, and he doesn't even fuck women, so I have no idea what he's doing with her.
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