by Hamel, B. B.
I stared at him for a long minute, the kitchen completely silent.
“You’re threatening me?” I said finally.
“Only because you’re acting like a child, Claire. Now, please, don’t embarrass me or yourself further.”
I gaped at him. He’d been serious and controlling in the past, but never like this. He’d never threatened me before.
“Yes, father,” I said through clenched teeth.
“Now that your daughter is finished with her tantrum,” Lucille said acidly, “what’s going on?”
I stared at Lucille for a second, venom dripping from my gaze, before turning around and storming out. I pushed past Nate, who just grunted at me, and headed out the front door.
I couldn’t believe my father would stoop to threatening me. In the past, he’d been stern with me but always fair. He would give me his reasons for what he wanted me to do and I would almost always listen. Sometimes I’d argue, but he’d never imposed his will completely on me if I really didn’t want to do something. True, that was pretty rare, but still.
Ever since Lucille showed up, Dad had been incredibly stressed out. I’d never seen him so stressed. And suddenly he’s threatening me to get me to bend to his will, and doing it right in front of Nate and Lucille.
It was embarrassing and demeaning. I was so angry I could barely control myself. I wanted to lash out, but I knew that was childish and useless.
And besides, I knew my dad was only trying to keep me safe. I was sure he had his reasons for not contacting the police or hiring a different bodyguard for me, but he should have at least been more willing to take my feelings into account before simply telling me that I was either going to listen or I was going to be punished.
Before I knew where I was going, I felt the sand beneath my feet. The sun was dipping down below the horizon, throwing colors across the few scattered clouds. I took a deep breath of the salty ocean air, loving the smell of brine and sand and more as it rushed into my lungs.
For as long as I could remember, I’d loved coming to the beach. My dad had been successful for a long time, and so we’d always had a beach house. Our current house was actually number three, as Dad kept upgrading every time he landed a big deal. But the ocean was a constant in my life, and it almost seemed to make everything feel okay.
Except as soon as I looked back, I saw him walking toward me. His usual smirk was gone, replaced with a slight frown. He walked up next to me and just stood there, looking out over the ocean next to me. For a second, I forgot about all the crap we’d just left behind, about the pirates and the bullshit with our parents, and enjoyed his company as just a person.
“Good job back there,” he said, ruining the illusion.
I turned on him. “What was I supposed to do, roll over and take it like a good girl?”
He cocked his head and grinned at me. “No. I’d rather you roll over and take it like a bad girl. From me, at least.”
“Seriously, I’m sick of doing everything my dad tells me to do.”
“That probably wasn’t the battle to pick.”
I bit my tongue, looking back over the water. He was probably right, after all, especially considering what I had seen just a day ago, the pirates and the way Nate had so easily taken care of them. But it was all so overwhelming. I was barely keeping myself afloat when one new obstacle was thrown at me after the last.
First, I found out my mystery man from the club was my stepbrother, and if that was not bad enough, he was living with us. Now, he was the man I’d lost my virginity to, a cocky asshole who didn’t care about anything, and suddenly he was my bodyguard. Plus the violence and the fear. I was doing the best I could.
One wave after the next, threatening to put me under. Meanwhile, the only solid thing so far had been Nate, even though he was also the source of most of my anxiety.
“Your dad really didn’t want Lucille to know,” Nate said after a minute of silence.
“I’m not surprised.”
“I don’t know how he wanted to hide it from her, considering he just hired a shitload of new security.”
“She’s too drunk most of the time to see stuff like that.”
“True. Still, my mother is a drunk and a psycho, but she’s not an idiot.” He paused. “I bet Jonathan thinks Lucille will tell people about all this and threaten his deal.”
“Is that why he’s not calling the cops?”
Nate nodded, smirking. “He thinks the press would be bad for business.”
“Unbelievable.”
“Is it? At least he hired the best bodyguard possible for you.”
“If only he knew what that actually meant.”
“I’m sure daddy would have a fit if he knew you were fucking a guy like me.”
I rolled my eyes. “He’d have a fit if he knew I was fucking, period. And anyway,” I added quickly, “we’re not fucking.”
“You’re right. That was a one-time deal.”
“We’re stepsiblings now. Related. No more sex.”
“Strictly business between us.”
“Sure. Strictly business.”
He moved closer to me, grinning that delicious, maddening grin. I wanted to slap it off his face, but it always meant he was about to say something to really set me off.
As much as I pretended to hate every dirty comment, I was dripping wet even before it came out of his mouth. Truthfully, I loved it, and I loved the thrill that ran up my spine every time he told me what he wanted from me.
Which was why I was on my toes as soon as he started speaking, that familiar thrill between my legs already tingling, my soaking moisture more than obvious.
“Unless you want that business to be me fucking your sweet, tight pussy until you can barely limp the next day,” he said softly.
“No, thanks,” I lied. “I think I’d rather you just stayed quiet and invisible.”
“Impossible. You’re constantly staring at me like you want to rip off my shirt. Hard to be invisible like that.”
“You seem to be good at confusing lust with disgust.”
“And you seem to be in heavy denial.”
I sighed and shook my head. “I really should just leave, go back to school or something.”
“Probably not a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because whoever is after you could easily follow. Plus, I’m here.”
“Exactly. You’re here.”
He laughed and bent over, picking up a shell. “Don’t pretend you hate me, princess. I had you moaning my name the other night.” He threw the shell out into the water. I watched as it skipped once and then disappeared into a wave.
“How long before those two self-destruct, do you think?” I asked him.
He was quiet for a second, his smirk disappearing. “Who knows. A few months, probably.”
“We’ll be picking up the pieces. Again.”
“You might be. I’ll be out on some mission again, risking my life. Lucille will find someone else to take care of her, I’m sure.”
I looked out at the ocean again, took another deep breath, and then turned back toward the house. “Come on, bodyguard.”
“Going back in?”
“Might as well. Can’t hide out here forever.”
“We can do whatever you want, princess.”
I walked back up to the house, my heart thumping, without answering. I knew he was following me, silently and swiftly, a strong shadow in my wake. It was dawning on me that Nate was going to be around for the rest of the summer, everywhere I went.
My delicious, asshole stepbrother. I was going to have my work cut out for me.
Chapter Fourteen: Nathan
Only two days into acting as Claire’s bodyguard and I was already bored as fucking hell.
At first, it was fun. I had plenty of opportunity to tease her, rile her up, say all the dirty shit I wanted just to get a rise out of her. But it quickly soured as I realized that every word I spoke was the absolute truth.
I wanted that pussy and I wanted it bad. I needed to plunge my cock deep between her legs, let her feel my heat, pump myself deep into her little tight cunt until she screamed out my name.
And none of that was happening, which annoyed the fuck out of me.
I knew she wanted it. I knew all I needed to do was push her up against the wall and claim my prize, but for some reason she had the insane ability to always have someone around to keep me at bay. Sometimes it was our parents, sometimes it was the staff, and sometimes it was her insane best friend, Lydie. At night, she shut her door fast, and I could hear the lock click shut. I could easily break it down, or just pick it clean, but I wasn’t playing that shit.
Instead, I jerked off thinking about my stepsister’s nipples in my mouth, her slick pussy on my cock.
I could tell she was just as frustrated as I was. She was always looking at me whenever I took my shirt off to go for a run or for a swim. Every time I told her exactly how I’d eat that pussy until she forgot her own phone number, she’d turn bright red and I could practically smell her little cunt turning soaked.
I wasn’t the type of man to enjoy all that fucking teasing, though. Eventually I had to get what I wanted, and I knew I would. Especially considering how badly she wanted another taste.
On the third day, I woke up later than usual and found her sitting out by the pool already. She loved to wear her sexiest bikinis, and holy fuck did her body look incredible in them. I wanted to shove my face between those creamy thighs and lap her up right there, maybe grab her full tits while she writhed and moaned for me. I knew she was doing it just to mess with me, because it seemed like all her bathing suit tops went down a full size overnight.
She was on the phone as I walked out and sat down in the chair beside her.
“Okay, that’d be great. Yeah, me too, Lydie.” She gave me a scowl. “By the way, you don’t care if my stepbrother comes, too? My dad wants me to take him out. Okay, cool. See you tonight.”
She hung up the phone and I smiled sweetly at her.
“Good morning, darling stepsister.”
“Good morning. Excited for another day of following me around like a loser?”
“We both know a loser couldn’t make your pussy dripping wet with just a smile.”
“Who said you can do that?”
“Your pussy when my fingers find it. You can’t hide physical attraction.”
“Maybe, but I can show disgust by calling you a loser all the time.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Just trying to keep that sweet cunt safe, dear sister.”
“Stop calling me sister.”
“What did Lydie want?”
She smiled wickedly at me. “We’re going to a club tonight.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh are we?”
“Yes, we are.”
“No. Not a good idea.”
She looked taken aback. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
“I’m in charge of your safety now. A club is pretty much the worst place I could take you.”
“I don’t care. You’ll figure it out. I’m sick of being stuck here.”
“Not my problem, princess.”
She pouted. “Big bad Navy SEAL is afraid of a little night club?”
I clenched my jaw. She clearly knew where to hit me. “You know I’m not.”
“And yet you look like you’re about to wet yourself thinking about going to a club tonight.”
I leaned toward her, stifling an angry growl in my throat. “Watch yourself, sis.”
“No, you watch me. That’s your job. And I’m going to a club tonight.”
I reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling her face within inches of my own. She gasped, her mouth parting, and I could practically sense her elevated pulse. I could tell I was losing control, about to shove my tongue down her throat, but I held myself back. “Be careful, sis. You forget that I’m dangerous.”
“Not dangerous enough, apparently,” she said.
Our lips were inches away. I held her hair firmly in my hand, remembering how the last time I pulled it, she screamed out for more.
“You don’t know what I’m capable of.”
“Show me. Tonight at the club.”
I tightened my grip for a moment, wanting badly to shove her face down against my rock-hard cock, slip my dick into her throat. I could tell she was loving it. The little grin on her face and the way she leaned into me all proved that she wanted it. I was seconds away from giving in to what we both needed and kissing her and fucking her right there by the water.
“What are you two up to?”
I gently released my grip and turned around. Lucille was standing near the sliding door, her arms crossed.
“I had something in my eye,” Claire called out quickly. “Nate got it for me.”
I nodded my agreement, keeping a straight face.
Lucille looked at us for another second. “Your father wants you both to know that he’s going into the city for a few days.”
“When will he be back?” Claire asked.
“A few days,” Lucille said again, rolling her eyes.
“Thanks for the update, Mother,” I said.
She went back into the house without responding.
I turned and looked back at Claire, who had a small smile on her lips, her eyebrows raised. I had to admit that I was impressed by how quickly she had thought on her feet.
“Just tonight,” I said finally. “And under one condition.”
“What’s your condition?”
“I pick out what you wear.”
She blushed deeply. “No way.”
“You want to go out? That’s your choice.”
“You can’t keep me here.”
“Yes, I can. Your father told me to protect you by any means necessary. That includes locking you away in your room for your own good.”
She seemed ready to argue more, but suddenly the fight left her and she sighed. “Fine. You can pick it out.”
“Good girl. You won’t regret it, sis.”
She gave me a look that was all fucking lust before putting her sunglasses on and looking back out at the pool.
I stared at her, my dick already hard, as she did a small spin for me.
“Perfect.”
“No way I’m going out in this.”
“You look like fucking sex, princess. I’ll have my work cut out for me.”
“Stop calling me that,” she mumbled as she looked at herself in the mirror.
It hadn’t been a difficult choice to make once I’d started looking through her clothes. I had found the tightest, most revealing dress I could find, this form-fitting black thing that showed ample back and cleavage. She was practically shoved into it, her tits barely held back by the cloth and whatever else she had to use. I finished it off with a pair of heels that made her ass look like fucking fire.
I wanted to tear it off her. She was clearly uncomfortable in it, and she probably bought the dress never imagining she’d really wear it, but I wanted to parade her around the club in it, get men staring at her perfect tits, and know that she wouldn’t fuck a single one of them. I knew that in the end, she’d give herself to me.
It was just a bonus that I got to see her so totally embarrassed and awkward. I wanted to humiliate her, but only enough to make her soaking wet and desperate for my cock.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said.
“You’re going to make every dick hard in that club.”
“Yeah, right. I look like a hooker.”
“An expensive hooker.”
“I look like I suck fat guys off under a bridge.”
I laughed and shook my head. “No, sis. You look like you fuck for millions. Like your pussy is worth your weight in gold.”
“Still like a hooker, though.”
“Maybe,” I said, putting my arm around her waist and pulling her against me. She practically fell into my arms, not used to the heels. “But I’m
already fucking hard. We can break our deal and stay in if you promise to suck my cock nice and long.”
“No way,” she said, pushing away from me.
“Your loss.”
“Doubtful.”
Just then, her phone began to ring. She answered it and then hung up after a second.
“Lydie is downstairs.”
“After you.”
I grinned to myself as she teetered downstairs like a baby giraffe finally learning to walk.
“Why do you even own those if you can’t walk in them?” I asked.
“Because they’re cute. But I never wear them.”
“Obviously.”
She gave me a dirty look and nearly fell down the steps. I caught her by the wrist and held her steady.
“Careful,” I said. “Seriously.”
She nodded, her eyes wide, and began to walk down the steps more carefully.
“Never liked heels,” she grumbled as we finally got downstairs.
“Your ass looks incredible, though.”
She blushed and looked away as she pulled open the door. Lydie was standing there, looking every bit the prostitute, and she squealed with delight when she saw Claire. Apparently she was excited that she wasn’t the only one looking like a high-class hoe.
“Holy fucking shit, bitch!”
“I know. I feel so stupid.”
“You look hot as fuck. Are you kidding me? I’m practically dripping wet just looking at you.” She glanced at me. “And are you our chaperone for tonight?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Good. Always nice to have a man around to scare off the weaklings.”
I laughed as we all walked into the kitchen.
“Seriously, Claire, you look amazing. If you don’t get at least four guys trying to fuck you tonight, I’ll castrate myself. Seriously.”
“I’m not interested,” Claire said.
“How about a little pregame shot?” I said, cutting in. I got down three glasses and a bottle of expensive, handmade Vodka.
“Can’t say no to that!” Lydie said, and Claire laughed.
I poured the shots and we knocked them back. I felt the reassuring weight of my gun tucked into my pants, hidden by my shirt, as the girls laughed and made inside jokes that I was only barely listening to.
Truthfully, I didn’t want this to happen. I wasn’t lying when I said a nightclub would be the worst possible place to take Claire. It was crowded and easy to lose her, plus they would be drinking, which only made the situation more dangerous. I took one shot to loosen me up, but I knew I couldn’t drink much more.