Hot Seal Next Door_A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance

by Tia Wylder

  “Crap,” I rummaged through my bag. “I didn’t bring an umbrella!”

  “We’ll stay in the car, it’s fine,” Derek tried to calm me down. “Just chill out, Emma.”

  I bit my lip and flushed. “I think that’s the first time you’ve ever said my name,” I cooed.

  Derek laughed. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess…I don’t know, I thought that maybe you and your brother hated me.”

  “We don’t hate you,” he explained. “Damien’s just…well, he’s just like that. He likes to keep people on edge.” Derek rolled his eyes. “I think it probably makes him feel better about not having accomplished much in life. If he rides everyone else hard, no one can ride him.”

  I blushed hotly, thinking of what it would be like to ride Damien.

  Derek chuckled. “What? You’re blushing,” he teased.

  “I’m not,” I lied, my flush deepening to a crimson red. “I’m just hot. That’s all.”

  “It’s steamy out there,” Derek agreed. He turned the car on and cracked the windows, then cut the ignition. The drizzle turned into a downpour, and I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered as I watched the heavy rain outside.

  “So,” I asked out of curiosity, “How did you get into charity, anyway?”

  “I figured it was something I could do for other people, and that made it a hell of a lot more appealing than working for Dad,” Derek replied. “I enjoy working at Mesa – at least, I do now that I have my own stuff going on.”

  I nodded. “That makes sense.”

  “What are you thinking of doing when you graduate?”

  “I don’t know. Mom really wants me to work for Jack, but I don’t know if it’s the thing for me. I’ve been thinking about doing the Serenity Corps, or something like that.”

  Derek laughed, his body relaxing. “Man, I had a buddy who did that – he got placed in this village in Zimbabwe, living with these priests who sang all night and drank beer.”

  I wrinkled my nose. “That sounds terrible.”

  “Yeah.” He smiled – it was easily the most relaxed I’d ever seen him. “He quit, but I heard other people have things a little easier.”

  I nodded. “Anyway, it’s not like I’ve made up my mind,” I shrugged. “It’s intimidating, you know?”

  “I get that,” Derek acknowledged. “You’re smart, I’m sure you can do whatever you want.”

  “Really?” I bit my lip, trying desperately not to blush. “You think I’m smart?”

  “Don’t play it down, I know you are,” he snorted. “You’re just shy. Like me.”

  My stomach jumped nervously, and I licked my lips. “Thanks,” I murmured, looking down into my lap.

  “And you’re incredibly pretty,” he reached over and stroked a finger down my face. “You’ll have no time doing whatever you want after you graduate.” He paused, “Just don’t let anyone get you down.”

  I forced myself to look into his eyes. In the semi-dark of the evening, his eyes were two pools of midnight blue, like sapphires. His gaze was hypnotic, and for a moment, I forgot where I was.

  “Thanks,’ I said softly. “I…that means a lot, thank you.”

  Derek smiled. It wasn’t Damien’s gamine grin, but a genuine, friendly smile. Derek pushed a piece of brown hair behind my ear, but he didn’t take his eyes away from mine. My heart was beating faster and faster, and I shivered as he moved his hand from my ear to my neck, gently rubbing the exposed, delicate skin.

  “Emma…” Derek trailed off as he leaned over, pressing his lips to mine.

  It was like a spark ignited between our bodies. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him close and passionately kissed him back, moaning softly as Derek’s tongue slipped into my mouth.

  Oh my god, what am I doing, I thought nervously as our kiss deepened. He’s my stepbrother! I can’t do this, it’s wrong! I don’t care, I decided, purring and pushing my body against Derek’s, straining against his muscular chest.

  Just as Derek was sliding his hands down my back, a loud sound made me squeak and jump back in surprise.

  “Yo, mister, you got a flat?” A man in a blue jumpsuit was knocking on Derek’s window, looking at me smugly.

  “Yeah,” Derek detangled himself and stepped out of the car. “Yeah. I do.”

  I swallowed nervously and leaned back against the seat, shivering as lust coursed through my veins. I wasn’t exactly sure what happened – but somehow, I knew that from this point on, things would be different between Derek and me.

  Chapter Three

  To my chagrin, I didn’t see much of Derek over the rest of the week. He was busy – one of his charities was throwing an important benefit gala, and when he wasn’t paying attention to that, he was working long days at Empire Mesa.

  Damien hung around the house, but I avoided him whenever possible. Knowing that I’d passionately made out with his twin somehow made me nervous, almost like I thought Damien could tell from my guilty expression. And the last thing I wanted was for anyone – especially Damien – to find out about what had happened.

  I didn’t even tell Ana or Michael – I was too afraid they’d be all too quick to judge me…or worse, ask for details that I didn’t feel ready to share.

  I was in my room studying when Mom knocked on the door.

  “Sweetie? You in there?”

  “Yeah,” I called. “You can come in!”

  The door swung open, and Mom stepped inside, carrying a basket of laundry. Jack had two maids, but Mom still did most of the chores herself. I rolled my eyes, thinking about Damien calling her a gold-digger. What a jerk, I thought. I can’t believe he and Derek are actually twins!

  “Honey, the boys are coming for dinner tonight,” Mom said. “Jack’s company just bought a huge firm in the city, and we’ll celebrate. Do you have anything nice to wear?”

  I wrinkled my nose. “I’ll find something.”

  “It’ll be fun,” Mom promised.

  “Yeah,” I said. For you, I added silently. Because you don’t know what that jerk really thinks!

  Mom sat on the bed and put her hand on my forehead. “Are you okay, honey?”

  I nodded, “Yeah, just trying to finish this up.”

  “Well, be sure to do it quickly, or after dinner,” Mom said. “Jack made a big effort for tonight, he wants everything to be perfect.”

  “I know,” I nodded again. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

  Mom left, and I got dressed in a pair of black jeans and an oversized sweater – not the most flattering look, but the last thing I wanted was for Damien to tease me and tell me that I was trying too hard. After doing some quick makeup, I darted downstairs.

  Mom, Jack, Damien, and Derek were already seated at the table.

  “Hi, Emma,” Jack said. “How are you?”

  “I’m fine,” I said. “Congratulations on getting that firm – I know that must feel good.”

  Jack grinned – he had every ounce of Damien’s charm, only with Derek’s politeness. “It does,” he said. “Come, have some wine with us. This is a fifty-three Malbec,” he explained. “Very rare.”

  I nervously watched as Jack overfilled a glass and handed it to me, “Mmm, thanks.”

  Damien and Derek were in heated conversation about something, which I took as a blessing. Instead of engaging them, I cozied up to Mom and Jack.

  “That’s not what I meant,” Derek said loudly. Frowning, I glanced up and saw that he was red in the face. His normally-tidy brown hair was sticking up at an odd angle, and he looked peevish.

  “Too bad,” Damien mocked. “That’s how it looked.” He laughed. “Emma, did you know your other brother fired a secretary because everyone at the office thought she was too pretty?”

  “No,” I said awkwardly.

  “Shut up,” Derek growled. He reached over and punched Damien in the shoulder. “That’s not how it happened!”

  Damien rolled his eyes. “
Whatever,” he said. “I don’t care, it’s water under the bridge, even if I was planning to ask that girl out.”

  “That’s why I fired her,” Derek hissed. “You can’t be trusted around anyone, Damien!”

  “Hey, boys,” Jack clapped his hands. “That’s enough.”

  Derek tossed back a full glass of wine, then reached for the bottle. He tilted his head back and poured the wine directly into his mouth. I gasped in shock.

  “Derek!” Jack said. “Cut that shit out, act like an adult!”

  Derek stood up from the table with bleary eyes and a shaky stance. “Whatever,” he mumbled. “I’m gonna be sick.” He stormed away from the table and thudded up the stairs. When I heard him crash to the floor upstairs, I winced.

  “I should go check on him,” I quickly stood up and put my napkin on my chair. “I’ll be right back.”

  Damien howled with laughter. “Nurse Emma,” he teased. “Maybe I oughta get sick, too,” he added.

  Rolling my eyes, I darted up the stairs. Derek was in the master suite, bent over the toilet, gushing vomit into the porcelain toilet. I cringed.

  “Are you okay?” I asked timidly, stepping closer.

  Derek’s only response was to cough and vomit, eventually leaning back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

  “Here,” I grabbed a clean washcloth from the cabinet and ran it under warm water. “Wipe off with this.”

  Derek’s hand shook as he reached for the cloth and I rolled my eyes, stepping closer and squatting down.

  “On second thought, maybe I should do this,” I wiped Derek’s face clean of vomit. “You had a little too much to drink, that’s all.”

  Derek choked and gagged again, and I leaped out of the way as he leaned over the toilet and vomited.

  “God,” Derek groaned. “I feel miserable.”

  Scrambling to my feet, I poured a glass of water from the tap and passed it over.

  “Here, this should help, okay?”

  Derek took the glass with a shaky hand and drank until the glass was empty. His eyes were glassy and bleary, but he kept trying to focus on me.

  “Emma…” Derek trailed off.

  “What?” I frowned, leaning closer. “I can’t hear you. Are you okay?”

  “You’re beautiful,” Derek mumbled, closing his eyes and slumping against the wall.

  “Derek?”

  He didn’t reply.

  “Derek!” I shrieked, stepping closer.

  The sound of laughter from behind me made me whirl around.

  “He’ll be fine,” Damien said dismissively. “He’s just passed out. Trust me, it’s happened before.” He stepped closer and smirked. “Gee, Emma, you’re a college girl – haven’t you ever gotten drunk and thrown up before?”

  “No,” I blushed.

  “What a saint,” Damien said sarcastically.

  My heart was thudding just from being near Damien.

  “Seems my brother has taken quite a shine to you,” Damien said. His voice was low, dangerously soft – like silk. He tossed his head in the air. “Can’t say I blame him, of course. You are quite attractive.”

  I flushed. “Thanks,” I whispered.

  “Tell me, Emma,” Damien stepped closer. A shiver of lust crawled down my spine, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

  “What?” I asked nervously.

  Damien reached out and touched my shoulder, gently stroking the exposed skin. His hands were strong and powerful – just watching the look in his eyes was making me wet.

  “Do you find me attractive?”

  “Uh,” I stammered and blushed. “Yeah, I mean, I guess.”

  Damien raised an eyebrow and took another step closer. “You guess?” He smirked.

  My mouth felt as dry as sandpaper.

  “Yeah,” I murmured. “You are.”

  “Attractive?”

  All I could do was nod.

  “Do you want me to kiss you, Emma?”

  I licked my lips.

  “Answer me,” Damien demanded in a silky voice. “Do you want me to kiss you or not?”

  I nodded.

  Damien took hold of my arm, gently pulling me closer. I stumbled, tripping my own feet, and landing against his muscular chest. He slid his fingers under my chin and tilted my face up, then pressed his lips to mine.

  It was like I was watching fireworks for the first time. As Damien kissed me, my lower belly tangled and thumped with arousal. My panties were instantly wet, and I moaned softly as his tongue slipped into my mouth. Damien nibbled my lower lip, sucking and biting until I was crying out with wanton lust and pleasure. Insane, delicious sensations that I’d never felt before were racing through my body, making me feel prisoner to my own lust.

  I was barely aware of Damien slipping his arm under my legs and scooping me up. When I cried out, he kissed me harder.

  “Shhh,” Damien nudged my chin and nipped my neck. “You have to be quiet.”

  All I could do in response was squirm and moan. Damien slid a strong hand between my thighs, gently massaging my legs as he carried me out of the bathroom and dropped me softly on the bed. I barely had time to prop myself up before he leaped on top of me, covering me with his muscular bulk.

  “God, Emma, you’re so sexy,” Damien purred in my ear. He pressed a thigh between my legs and nudged hard, pressing my clit through my jeans and my panties. The pleasure was intense – it licked through my body like flames of passion. Pulling at Damien’s limbs, I shuddered and moaned. I couldn’t believe this was happening – my own stepbrother was seducing me! But the sensations were heavenly, and I knew with every fiber of my being that I wanted Damien. I wanted him to strip me bare, to enter me, to make me feel a whole new world of delight and passion and lust.

  “You’re sexy,” I whispered shyly in Damien’s ear. Tangling my hands in his brown hair, I tugged at his scalp until he groaned with pleasure and shoved his pelvis against mine. Through the material of his trousers, I could feel Damien’s hard cock poking at my thigh. It almost scared me – he was huge!

  “I love your tits,” Damien grunted. He slid his hands under the hem of my sweater and pulled it over my head, snapping and growling at my breasts. Damien pushed me down on the mattress and crawled between my thighs, nudging and nuzzling at my bra. My nipples were stiff and hard, and I moaned – the sensation of them rubbing against the inside of my bra was exquisite torture.

  Each time I arched my back, my wet panties clung to my pussy, making me feel hotter than ever. Damien reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra with an expert touch. As he pulled it away from my body and tossed it to the side, I realized that I no longer felt shy. If anything, I felt bold and confident and sexy, all because of him. This is empowering, I realized. This makes me feel like a real woman.

  Damien cupped my breasts in his hands. When he took one of my erect nipples in his mouth and sucked, I thought I would die of pleasure. The sensation of Damien’s sharp teeth against my soft skin was heavenly, and I couldn’t keep from moaning loudly as he pleasured me.

  “Shut up,” Damien hissed. He looked up and smirked. “Don’t make me gag you with your own panties.”

  The thought of something so wanton made me blush hotly, and I pressed my lips together and nodded.

  “Good girl,” Damien purred. He lowered his head to my breasts again and began to suck, nibble, and bite, as I made small whimpers of pleasure and tangled my fingers in his luscious hair.

  Damien nudged my legs apart with one of his thighs and pressed his thigh against my crotch. Warm fireworks exploded in my lower belly, and I arched my back, suppressing a loud moan as I felt my clit throb with arousal.

  Damien slid his fingers down my round belly, gently tracing my faded stretch marks as he unfastened my jeans and guided them down my hips. Instantly, the room was filled with a musky scent that made me flush – it was the scent of my own arousal, my juices that had soaked through my panties.

  “You smell good,” Damien p
urred. He lowered his head to my belly and kissed, making me squirm and wriggle with pleasure. With one hand, he ripped my panties away from my body and tossed the ruined fabric to the floor. I gasped as Damien got up on his knees and pulled his shirt off, revealing a gleaming, muscular chest. All I could do was stroke my hands over his body and marvel at his perfection as he fumbled with his trousers and yanked them down his legs.

  Damien’s cock sprang free – I should’ve known that someone like him would never wear underwear. I could hardly look at him without blushing. He was beautiful, easily the most good-looking man I’d ever seen. His cock was long and hard and thick, and Damien grinned as he took my hand and guided it to his stiff member.