Forbidden: Ultimate Stepbrother Collection

by Anna Hard

  “God, baby, you’re so hot and wet, it’s as if you’ve been waiting for this all damn night.”

  “I have, Beck. I have been waiting. Not just tonight but forever.” Her soft breaths floated into the breeze, and her small hand reached up and clutched at my shirt. I flicked my thumb over her clit as my finger pushed inside of her. She moved her hips, writhing against my hand, wanting me to go deeper. Everything about her was as I’d expected. Touching her, fucking her with my fingers and listening to her soft moans of appreciation was better than any wild, tie me up, fuck me against a wall sex I’d ever had. My cock was aching with the thought of bringing her to climax just by holding her in my arms.

  Her fingers tightened, curling the fabric of my shirt into a ball as she moved against the rhythm of my hand. “Oh, Beck, fuck, I knew it would be this easy with you.” Her pussy clenched around my hand as shuddering waves coursed through her body. She softened in my arms. I held her there until the breeze picked up to a bitter wind.

  We walked without a word inside and up the stairs. We reached her door and she turned around. Her face was still pink from the orgasm. “Thank you for getting me off that horrible bridge.” Her long lashes dropped shyly, a complete contrast to the girl who’d so willing spread her thighs for me just minutes before. “And thank you for— “ She smiled. “Well, you know.”

  “You’re welcome on both accounts.”

  She looked up at me. “Beck, what did Nathan mean out there when he was accusing you of letting Jake drown?”

  I pulled my gaze from hers and walked down the hall to my room.

  Chapter 13

  Jessa

  It seemed that I was spending a ridiculous amount of time staring at the smooth white ceiling of the guest bedroom. I’d showered for longer than necessary, just wanting to warm my skin and wash away any of the salt and smoke from the bonfire. But I didn’t want to wash away the sweet ache between my legs, where Beck’s touch had brought me easily to climax. I hadn’t been the least bit surprised by how quickly I’d come or how fast my body had reacted to his touch. I’d had so many erotic dreams, both day and night, about Beck that I was close to the edge before he’d even dragged his fingers down to my pants.

  Those few minutes in his arms had been just as I’d imagined. For a short, blissful stretch of time nothing else mattered except how we felt about each other. No one else existed but us. Then, I’d shattered the whole damn thing by bringing up the accident. I had no idea what Nathan had been talking about. Beck hadn’t been anywhere near when Jake drowned. Even I couldn’t remember much about the horrid day except that the sky was a frightening black and the sea had swallowed up the vessel as if it had been just a toy boat on a tsunami.

  I pulled the covers up to my chin. My pajama bottoms and t-shirt and the warm shower still weren’t bringing me any comfort. A shiver raced through me, and I turned to my side and curled my knees to my chest. For a long time, I lay there wide awake and trembling, convinced that I’d caught a chill on the beach. But it didn’t take me long to realize what had me so shaky, so distraught. Those few moments in Beck’s arms had been so comforting, so perfect. I craved that feeling again. For years, Beck had been this phantom in my thoughts, drifting in occasionally as a source of heartbreak and discontent, and at the same time, leaving me with the feeling of loss, a lonely void that could only ever be filled by him. He’d been overprotective tonight, annoyingly so, and, as always, he’d resorted to harsh words to mask his own despair. But in the end, I’d wanted nothing more than to be cradled in his protective arms. And I’d stopped it all cold with my thoughtless question.

  I pushed my feet to the floor. It was cold and only added to my tremulous state. My chin vibrated, nearly clacking my teeth together. It wasn’t body temperature that was making me shake. It was the thought of Beckett Grady.

  I strode to the door, opened it and stepped out into the hallway. I stood there a second thinking I should just head back into bed and toss and turn until sleep came. But I was only here at Grady’s Cove for a few more days. I might never see him again after this. I had to let him know how I felt. It would probably make things just that much more strained between us, but I could live with that. Anything would be better than leaving here with all my strong feelings tucked neatly inside my heart again.

  The hallway was dark and quiet as I crept down to the end. I’d heard Hailey come in just after I stepped out of the shower. She hadn’t knocked. I’m sure she’d decided to let me sleep off the entire drama filled night. Of course, she only knew of the scene on the beach with Beck and Nathan. I was sure she had no idea that anything had happened afterward other than Beck giving me a ride home.

  I got to Beck’s door and pressed my ear to it. I could hear music playing quietly. He may very well have fallen asleep with it on. I might be waking him. I lost my nerve and turned back. My foot landed directly on the creakiest plank in the hallway floor. I took another three steps and his door opened.

  He’d taken off his shirt. His jeans were slung low on his hips, and my gaze went right to the thin, dark line of hair that bisected his rippling abdomen and disappeared below his pants. His chest lifted and fell with each breath. The black ink designs seemed to pulse in the shadows of the dimly lit room. My shivering grew worse in the dark hallway.

  “Sorry to wake you,” I said with a weak smile. I tapped my foot on the creaky floorboard. “Guess burglar is off my list of possible professions.”

  He reached for my hand and pulled me into his room. It was sparsely decorated with a large four post bed, an antique, no doubt, wood dresser and two chairs. His shirt was bunched up on the floor next to his black motorcycle boots.

  I glanced around and smiled. “Just how I would have pictured it.”

  He stood there with his impossibly broad shoulders and cool green gaze and said nothing. I fidgeted on my bare feet. It took me a second to find my tongue again, and when I did, the words just tumbled out. “I just wanted to apologize. I never really got to thank you. You were looking out for me on the beach, and I was bitchy. I’m sorry. See, I’m just always so damn confused when I’m around you, you know?” My chin vibrated, but, unfortunately, it didn’t stop the roll I was on. “Sometimes I’m just frustrated because there is always this weird thing between us like a dam or a river or something, and no matter what I can’t ever seem to cross the damn thing.” I took a breath and a cry came with it. “Fuck, I’m just rambling and you’re standing there.” I waved my hand as if he needed pointing out to himself. “And everything about you is just so damn, you’re just so damn— Shit, Beck, I never stop thinking about you. Even when you’re miles away—”

  He closed the gap between us in three strides and pulled me into his arms. His mouth came down over mine, silencing my nearly incomprehensible rant. I moaned against his mouth and sagged against his hard body. He noticed the trembling in my body that had only increased in intensity.

  He stopped the kiss. “Are you cold, Ducky?”

  I shook my head. “I’m not cold. It’s you, Beck. It’s only ever been you.”

  He placed his hands on each side of my face and tilted my mouth up to his. His tongue drew gentle, teasing caresses across my lips before pushing between them. I placed my hands against his hard, bare chest. He felt like granite beneath my palms, granite that could explode to life with enough power to crush me. And in a way he already had. I was already completely under his control, physically and, even in some ways, mentally. But I didn’t mind. I wanted to be his.

  His hands smoothed down my back and beneath my pajama pants. He pulled me against him. My belly pressed against the rough fabric of his jeans, already straining with his erection. His hands moved up and lifted my shirt off. He took a moment to stare hungrily down at my naked breasts before bringing his mouth down over one. I tangled my fingers in his hair as I pulled his mouth harder against my taut nipple. His massiv
e arms and strong hands held me, but I sensed an incredible amount of tension in his muscles. He was holding back, keeping control almost as if he was hesitant to finish what we’d started.

  I pulled his hair slightly, and he lifted his face. He saw me looking questioningly down at him. “I don’t want this,” I said. He looked as if he’d been punched in the gut, and I realized my poor word choice.

  “No, I don’t want gentle and cautious. I want this.” I ran my hands over his menacing shoulders and arms. “I want Beck Grady, every fucking, dangerous bit of him.”

  His green eyes darkened several shades. The look in his eyes sent a new wave of frissons through me.

  “Wait,” I said.

  Again, it seemed he might come apart, explode into a disappointed rage.

  “I’m on the pill and clean,” I said, deciding to clear things now instead of in the heat of it, when neither of us would be able to stop.

  “A fighter can’t step into the ring without a clean bill of health.”

  I nodded. I stepped back, and he nearly fell forward in his attempt to keep me near him. I smiled sweetly up at him as I pushed my pajama pants and my panties to the floor. The trembling hadn’t subsided. The way he gazed down at my naked body only made it worse. I held out my hands. “Then, Beckett Grady, I’m yours.”

  Chapter 14

  Beck

  “Fucking hell, Jessa,” I growled as I lunged at her. My fingers wrapped nearly completely around her arms. She gasped as I took roughly hold of her, the tiny waves of trembles still pulsing through her petite and utterly feminine body. Her fingers clutched at my arms as I ravaged her with a long hard kiss first, but it wasn’t enough. “All of you. I have to taste fucking all of you,” I muttered against her soft, wet lips.

  She mewled invitingly in response.

  My hands took hold of her waist and I lifted her off her feet and carried her to the carved wooden post on my bed. One last time I plunged my tongue into her mouth, drinking in the sweet taste of her, before I spun her around. I stood behind her, my cock bulging against the fly of my pants and my heart smacking the inside of my ribcage. I smoothed my hands down her arms gently and then took roughly hold of her wrists. I lifted both her hands to the post. She knew what I wanted and grabbed hold of it, a moan rolling off her lips as she did so.

  My cock was aching to be free. I stepped back just long enough to take off my pants and look at her, naked and more fuckable than I’d ever imagined. And I’d imagined plenty. Her pert round ass jutted up and out, ready for whatever I wanted. I was fucking dreaming. I knew she’d be something, but I hadn’t expected this. She wanted the dangerous Beck. She was going to get all of him and then some.

  Her body trembled so sweetly, so seductively it nearly made me come just looking at her. I allowed myself the luxury of sticking my cock between her thighs just for a second, tucking it close to the crisp hairs of her pussy. As if she’d read my thoughts, she tightened her legs, holding my shaft close to her body. She pulled a hand free and reached back to take hold of the base. I closed my eyes to absorb the feel of her long fingers around my cock. It was too much.

  I took hold of her wrist and pushed it up against the post again. “Move those hands again, baby,” I whispered against her ear, “and I’ll tie them there.” A ripple of what seemed to be a mix of fear and pleasure shook her beautiful body. I felt the vibration all the way down to my cock, still secure between her legs. Reluctantly, but with necessity, I withdrew my cock from between her thighs. Just being there had nearly brought me to climax. I was so hard and slick with pre-come, it felt as if I’d been inside of her already.

  I grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her ass farther out. My hands dove between her thighs. “Part them for me, baby. I want to see and taste all of you.” She complied obediently by moving her feet wide apart. I yanked her ass farther out, and her hands, still gripping the pole, stuttered down the polished wood. I sat down on my knees behind her, her completely exposed pussy shining in my face, inviting me to taste her. I reached up with callused fingertips and spread the folds of her hot wet pussy wide. She sucked in a breath and took her hands off the pole, pulling her pussy slightly from my grasp.

  I got up and stomped to my dresser and yanked out a necktie. She blinked like a scared kitten at me over her shoulder, but the way she licked her bottom lip assured me she was no scared kitten. I walked over and peered down at her. “Sorry, Ducky, you’ve left me no choice.”

  She bit her bottom lip and gave a tiny, almost imperceptible cry as I took hold of both her hands and bent her forward to grasp the pole again. I bound her wrists together and then secured them to the pole. She pulled against her restraint for just a second and then relaxed as I reached under and teased her nipples, pinching them softly at first and then harder. Another tiny cry, a sound that made my cock surge with need.

  I circled around my sultry, little captive, the scent and look of her nearly bringing me to the edge of climax, and knelt down behind her. Once again I reached up and spread wide the folds, exposing her red, swollen clit. She pulled her hands but couldn’t move. I had her, all of her.

  I leaned my face up and swept my tongue over her clit. Another soft mewl of pleasure. Her sounds were making me so hard, it was all I could do not to plunge into her right then. But control had always helped me win in the ring, and I kept that restraint now, but not for long. Even I had my limits, and Jessa pushed those limits beyond anything else I’d come up against.

  My tongue dove into her pussy as my thumb continued to tease her swollen clit. She responded by pushing her ass out more, pressing herself against my face and probing tongue. One hand held her hip while the other massaged her clit as my tongue and mouth devoured her. She wanted it, all of me, tongue, fingers, mouth. She pushed hard against the onslaught, tugging ever so often at the binding around her wrists but not moving from the position I held her in. The hand holding her hip was no longer needed. My sweet and willing sex kitten wasn’t going anywhere.

  I lifted my mouth away from her, and she nearly crumpled to her knees in disappointment.

  “Do you like this, baby?” I teased. “Tell me you want more. I want to hear you beg.”

  “Yes, fuck yes. Damn you, Beck, don’t you dare stop. Please.”

  Her pleas felt as if she’d reached around and grabbed my cock again. I needed to be inside of her, and soon, or die from it.

  I got back on my knees and lightly bit her ass. She shrieked and wriggled away from my teeth but then seemed to want more. I bit her again lightly, taking the soft, supple flesh of her ass in between my teeth. My hands went back to her pussy, and I plunged first two, then three fingers deep inside of her. She moaned in pleasure and ground against my hand, silently begging for more. As the one hand fucked her, deeper and harder, the other came up and gave her a stinging slap on her ass. She shrieked, and again pulled at her bindings, seemingly forgetting about the tie.

  “Sorry, Ducky, you are my captive, remember?”

  She whimpered, but it was a sound that begged for more. I spanked her again, leaving a faint pink mark on her white, round as an apple, ass. Once more for good measure. Then I reached forward and took hold of her hair. I pulled it and leaned her head back. She peered up at me from long lashes and heavy lids.

  I kissed her lips and pressed my mouth harder against hers as I spoke. “You are mine,” I muttered. “You’ve always been mine. Since the first fucking day I laid eyes on you, you’ve been mine, Jessa.” I tugged her hair again. “Tell me what I want to hear, baby.”

  “I’m yours. I’ve only ever been yours.” A tear rolled down the side of her face. But it wasn’t pain or fear. It was that confession . . . finally, the fucking hardcore truth that both of us had wanted to scream out to the world every damn day.

  I released her hair and kissed her shoulder before kneeling down behind her. I kissed the pink ma
rks I’d left on her ass, and she mewled softly at the gentle pressure of my mouth against her tender skin. I slid my thumb back to the folds of her pussy, now dripping with moisture. My tongue dove inside of her and as she rocked against me, I pushed my finger between her ass cheeks finding the tight puckered hole. I pressed my finger inside of her ass. She clenched against the pressure at first but then moved against my finger, taking a little more of it in each time. I invaded every intimate place, and she moved harder and harder against the onslaught. If her hands had not been bound to the post, she would have collapsed from it all.

  Then her movements quickened. She took all of me in, my probing fingers, my tongue. She took it all. She cried sweetly into the cool air of my room as her pussy clenched around my tongue and hand.

  As the shuddering waves began to subside, I stood behind her. My cock was slick with wanting her. I dug my fingers into the flesh on her hips. “Hold tight, baby,” I growled as I plunged inside of her. Even after the invasion of my mouth and fingers, she was tight.

  “God, baby, you’re fucking unbelievable,” I groaned. “I can feel every damn inch of you.” I rocked against her, plunging in deeper each time and yet, still, never getting enough of her.

  Jessa’s bound hands gripped the post, and she cried out every time I slammed into her.

  I held her steady with one hand and reached around to her clit with the other. As my finger slid through the wet fold to her clit she closed her legs, still holding her ass high against me to receive my cock’s assault. She clamped my hand tightly between her legs, holding my fingers firm against her pussy. All the while she met my thrusts with her own.

  “God, Beck, you have me back to the fucking edge again,” she cried.

  I withdrew my cock and then pushed deep inside of her again. “You come for me again, baby. Do you fucking hear me? I want you to come around my cock like you did my hand. I want you tightening around me, holding me snuggly in your slick pussy.” I slid the hand holding her hip to her ass again and without warning I plunged my finger inside the tight hole. A low groan rolled from her lips, a sound that was so deep with pleasure it brought me right to climax.