Forbidden: Ultimate Stepbrother Collection

by Anna Hard

  Cody laughed, but it was somewhat forced. He’d picked the place but had obviously forgotten that I would appreciate the place as much as I’d appreciate a fucking root canal. Still, Jessa, who’d swept her silky auburn hair up in a ponytail, seemed to be enjoying it. As she licked a little butter off her pinky, I slid my hand over to her leg beneath the cover of the white linen tablecloth.

  “Oh.” She dropped the bread onto her plate. Her cheeks darkened as she smiled. “Butter fingers.” She held her hand up. “Literally.”

  Hailey and Cody laughed. I busied myself finding the hem of her dress. I slid my hand beneath the satiny fabric. Jessa stiffened next to me. She forced a smile. “So, how long are you in town for?” her voice squeaked higher as my fingers moved closer to her panties.

  “Just until Wednesday,” Cody said. “But Hailey and I are going to head to Hawaii next month.”

  Jessa looked at Hailey, trying with all her will to not notice my teasing fingertips. I’d found the bottom of her panties and was caressing the soft mound of her pussy beneath the tablecloth.

  “You never told me you were going to Hawaii,” Jessa’s voice cracked. She pressed her hand to her chest and tried to clear her throat. I wasn’t making it easy, but I’d been sitting for a full two hours waiting for this silly meal to be over all the while having to breathe in her intoxicating fragrance and have her soft arms brush mine. I was done being patient.

  “Cody surprised me with the tickets in the limo.” Hailey put her hand on his face and leaned over to kiss him. I took advantage of the few seconds of having her attention diverted and pushed my finger down between the folds of Jessa’s pussy. She was hot and wet. Now, I wasn’t just teasing her. I now had the worst damn hard-on I’d had since this afternoon when Jessa had stretched out naked on my bed, waiting, hell begging, for me to take her.

  Hailey cut the kiss off and went right back to the conversation. “We’re going to the big island. I’ve never been. Can’t wait.”

  Jessa nodded. Her skin was flushed. She picked up her napkin and fanned herself.

  “Jess, I need to go to the ladies’ room. Come with me.”

  “Thank god— I mean yes,” Jessa said abruptly.

  “Why? Does she need to show you what to do?” I asked.

  “You know how girls like to go in tandem to the ladies’ room,” Cody said with a grin. He rolled his eyes as if we were buddies on the same team or something. It was fine that he was trying, but my mind wasn’t too set on becoming pals with Hailey’s boyfriend.

  Jessa gave me a look, and I reluctantly pulled my hand from between her legs. I slid partially out and made her climb over me the rest of the way. On her way over my lap, she reached discretely back and grabbed my rock hard cock through the fabric of my pants. I grunted and slid back into the booth wondering if I was going to be walking out of the place with a massive erection.

  The waiter brought the bill and I grabbed it. Although it wasn’t too hard because Cody made only a half-hearted reach for it. “You’re a Grady guest this weekend,” I told him. I stuck in my gold card and waved the waiter back over.

  The girls returned. I couldn’t take my eyes off of Jessa for one second as she walked through the tables. Heads turned as they made their way back to the booth. Stupidly, I was tense with jealousy just having other men look at Jessa.

  Hailey was about to sit down but I stopped her.

  “Bill’s paid. Let’s blow this joint,” I said.

  “Great.” Hailey smiled. “I had a great idea while we were in the ladies’ room.”

  “What the hell? Is that a conference room in there or what?” I asked.

  “Shut up, Butthead. Let’s go dancing.”

  Cody looked at me with a shrug. “I’d be down for tearing up the floor some.”

  “Yeah? Not me. You guys go ahead,” I said.

  Hailey looked over at Jessa. “Jess, you’ll go with us, right?” She looked hopefully at Jessa, and I knew too well that Jessa liked to do anything that made Hailey happy.

  “Well,” Jessa said as I reached back and pinched her bottom to let her know she wouldn’t be dancing. “Ooh!” she squealed and then pretended to have to clear her throat again. “No, you know, I’m sort of tired. I think I’ll just turn in early. You two go and have fun.”

  My sister was disappointed.

  She’d get over it.

  Chapter 18

  Jessa

  “Dress stays on,” Beck said firmly. “Just lose the damn panties,” he commanded, and then, just as fast, lost patience and yanked them down to my ankles.

  He was rough as he grabbed hold of my wrists and pinned them against the bedroom wall above my head. But then his brilliant green eyes raked over my face and body with an emotion that was beyond sex and lust. The hard line of his jaw softened, and his chest fell as he released the breath he’d been holding.

  “Jeezus, Jessa, do you know what you do to me? Do you know how strongly you’ve been twisted around my heart all this time. And now that I have you, I’ll be damned if I ever let you go again. Seven long fucking years,” he muttered as he lowered his mouth to mine.

  The words coupled with the way he looked at me made my eyes burn with tears. In stark contrast to the grip he had on my hands, a grip that only punctuated his words of never letting me go, he made gentle love to my mouth and lips with his tongue.

  “Tell me I’m not imagining this, baby.” His breath tickled my lips. “Tell me this is real.” He trailed his free hand down to the hem of my dress and lifted it high to expose my naked lower half.

  I peered up into his pleading face. “It’s real, Beck. It’s real. I’m here with you, and I’m right where I want to be.”

  His fingers pushed into my pussy, and my head lolled back against the wall behind me. “Oh shit, yes, I’m already there, Beck. I’m already there.” I squeezed my pussy around his hand and waves of ecstasy wracked my body. The teasing at dinner and then again in the backseat on the way home, coupled with the way he held me captive, made me come with hardly any effort at all.

  He released my hands and, instinctively, my arms circled his neck. He shoved his pants down around his hips and his cock sprung free. Using the wall to brace my back against, he lifted me, and I circled my legs around his waist. He pushed inside of me. My pussy, still tingling wildly from the orgasm, clenched tightly around him.

  He growled and braced one hand against the wall next to my face as the other hand held securely to my ass. He rocked so hard against me, the dresser and the pictures on the wall vibrated. He moved faster and more urgently, getting thrown off his rhythm more than once. Then his grip tightened on my naked flesh, and I knew he was there. He plowed into me again, and his head dropped back as a deep groan rolled from his throat.

  We stood there, me clinging to him with my arms and legs, while our breathing slowed. Then, still buried inside of me, he carried me to the bed. With a tenderness that contradicted the way he’d just taken me against the wall, he untied my dress and lifted it off of me. I climbed under his soft, downy quilt. He climbed in next to me.

  We lay there in each other’s arms. We didn’t say a word, but we spoke volumes to each other. It had always been that way with Beck. Even if we hadn’t spoken a word to each other, we knew exactly what the other person was thinking, feeling, wanting.

  ***

  The waves were relentless, horrifying. I’d never seen the sea so angry. I grabbed for Jake’s hand but he went over first. My hand reached for him. I stared over the railing. The boat tipped throwing me toward the churning water. Jake was gone. His shoe floated past my face. I grabbed it hoping to god that he was somehow still connected to it. Something heavy and solid, a mast or some rigging, smacked my head. Pain shot through my skull. My vision blurred with the blow and the stinging salt water slapping my face. My legs cramped
with cold and the crest of a wave washed over me and pushed me down. The ripped sail caught my leg pulling me down farther. I was going to die deep in the ocean, a terrifying tomb of salt water and monstrous sea creatures. My ears pounded with pressure, and I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. Two arms. Two arms came through the churning water. Hands grabbed me as blackness swallowed me.

  I sucked in a breath and sat up with a start.

  “Jessa?” Beck’s deep voice came to me in the quiet of the room.

  The shaking started in my hands and moved through my whole body. Beck sat up.

  “It was a bad dream,” I said quietly.

  He pulled me onto his lap and held me in his arms. His two arms. The two arms.

  I peered up at his face. “It was you. You pulled me from the water that day.”

  Chapter 19

  Jessa

  The chilling feeling that had overwhelmed me after the dream still hadn’t left my body. A cold pit formed in my stomach as I remembered, too well, the terror in Jake’s face as he slipped over the railing and into the storm surge. I relived the feeling of helplessness I felt when I’d reached futilely for his hand. And I remembered my own horror as I realized that I was following him into the turbulent water.

  But I’d survived it. Against all reason, I’d ended up on the deck of a fishing boat. But Jake hadn’t been found. Once I was conscious and wrapped in the silver thermal blankets and deemed to be all right, all attention had turned to finding Jake. At the time, I’d been in a complete daze as if someone had knocked me on the head, but even to this day, I could still remember the flurry of activity on the cove. The violent cove had been filled with boats; the coast guard, the police, other fishing boats. Giant search lights from helicopters lit up the wild, frothy surface of the water. I’d been taken back to shore long before they’d found Jake. He’d been dead for an hour by the time they brought him ashore. And my BLT summer with Hailey, the weird, sometimes tumultuous, sometimes wonderful relationship with Beck and the whole new life my mom had carved out for herself was over. It had come to a terrible end that would haunt me forever.

  Even though I was tucked in Beck’s strong arms, the room seemed extra cold. I’d woken him as I sat up from the nightmare I’d been having. The nightmare had brought back vivid details of that day, most importantly my last moment of consciousness in the water before two strong arms yanked me from a certain death. And those same strong arms held me now. I wondered if that was why I’d always felt so much comfort when Beck held me. Somewhere, deep in my mind had been the memory of him saving me. I’d brought it up to him, but, as always, he fell silent about the tragic end to our summer. Jake had been his best friend. Their friendship and my confusing relationship with Beck had been another source of trouble in those warm summer months.

  Beck rested his chin on the top of my head as I pressed my face against his chest. He rubbed my back tenderly, and even that small, casual gesture sent a shiver of longing through me. I wanted his hands on me always. I wanted his hands on me forever.

  “Am I right, Beck? I know you don’t like to talk about Jake’s death and that awful day, but was it you? Did you pull me out of the water?”

  A long pause followed. I could hear his steady heartbeat in his chest. “Yes, it was me.” His voice sounded deep and distant in the dark room.

  “But how? We were alone on the water when the storm barreled in on us.”

  “I know.”

  It seemed I was only going to get short, concise answers. Elaboration seemed out of the question.

  I pulled my face out from under his chin and peered up at him.

  He sighed. “I’d been keeping an eye on you both from the veranda.” It was obvious he hadn’t wanted to admit that little part of the story. But that had been my fault. All summer my mixed-up feelings and raging teen hormones had made me act like a terrible flirt, a cock teaser, just as Beck had rightly accused me of. We’d come together to live for one summer under the same roof as brand new stepsiblings. Only neither of us had felt the slightest bit like the other’s sibling. I knew being underage made it that much more of a taboo for Beck. He’d behaved as a perfect gentleman the whole time, even though I knew his fists and jaw clenched every time I walked into the same room with him.

  I liked Jake as soon as I met him. Nothing like my feelings toward Beck. I knew that my friendship with Jake made Beck crazy, and while I’d tried to convince myself that I wasn’t hanging with Jake to make Beck jealous, deep down, I knew there was a wicked ulterior motive to my friendship with him.

  Tears burned my eyes, and I lowered my face back to Beck’s chest. “I don’t know what to say about it except that I was a muddle headed sixteen-year-old who found herself with a terribly painful crush on her new stepbrother.” I sniffled.

  He squeezed me tighter.

  “I did like hanging around with Jake, but I knew I was spending time with him because it got your attention.” I sobbed once. My tears wet the black ink on his skin. “I wanted to hurt you, or make you jealous or fuck, I don’t know, I was a silly teenager, maybe I just thought it would make you love me as much as I loved you. Maybe I wanted to make sure you were feeling the same pain and heartache that I was feeling.”

  He chuckled quietly. “Trust me, Ducky, I was feeling that shit long before you started hanging out with Jake.”

  “I know that now. I was just too young to understand it then.” I wiped at my tears. I’d felt some of the cold knot in my stomach disappear with my confession. It had been eating at me for years. In a way, it had made me feel responsible for Jake’s death. But now knowing that Beck had been there opened up so many questions. Nathan’s strange accusation about Beck somehow being responsible for Jake’s death resurfaced. “Beck,” my voice sounded different in the quiet of night.

  He tightened his hold around me. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore, Jessa.”

  I lifted my face to his. “But—”

  He silenced my question with a kiss, a kiss that quickly grew in intensity. His hand reached up to my breast and he kneaded my nipples into hard buds. Instinctively, my legs relaxed and fell open in his lap. Moisture surged in my pussy as he still teased and massaged my nipples with his callused fingertips. I curled my arm around his neck to bring his mouth harder against mine. His tongue dove deep as his free hand moved down between my legs. All of the earlier tension dissolved from my body, and I became solely his again. His touch would take away all my troubles and dark thoughts.

  “Open wider for me, baby.”

  I spread my legs farther. His fingers trailed through the moisture and into my pussy. I pushed my hips up to meet his probing touch. Beneath me, his massive erection poked at my lower back, urgently searching for attention.

  Beck removed his hand and lifted me off his lap and onto the bed. He moved to lower his face between my legs, but I clutched at his arm. “Not now,” I said. We’d been having wild, uninhibited sex for the last two days, but now, in the quiet stillness of the night and after the last few moments of thinking about that summer, I just wanted him.

  “I want you here where I can hold you. No fucking tonight, Beck,” I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him gently. “I want you to make love to me.”

  There was no rough play or erotic demands or hand binding. This wasn’t the moment for that. I just needed his tender attention. I just needed to know that he cared for me as much as he cared for my body. And he delivered.

  Beck lowered his massive body over mine. I pushed my knees up as he pressed himself between my thighs. We were both slick with desire as he reached down to my ass and held me steady. He kissed me gently and thoroughly. His hand pressed against the side of my face as he pushed his cock inside of me. Our rhythm was perfect as my hips pushed up to meet his thrusts. We moved like that, in total physical harmony, until we both climaxed together. Then he dropp
ed down next to me, pulled me into his arms and tucked the quilt around us.

  Chapter 20

  Beck

  Jessa had tiptoed out of my room before dawn. She was still not ready to confess anything to Hailey. I heard them both talking and laughing as I headed downstairs to the kitchen. I was going to take a run and work out and then, with any luck, figure a way to get alone time with Jessa.

  The two of them were both sitting amidst a pile of old pictures and scrapbooks. Before our mom had left dad, she’d spent a lot of time taking pictures of our childhood. Most of the pictures had gone with her to the east coast where she’d gotten a job as a professor at a city college. By the time I was ten and Hailey was eight, our mom had remarried and started a whole new family to photograph.

  For several years, we split our time between the east and west coasts. But by the time I’d reached my mid teens, I’d become too much for my mom to handle. Hailey was having anxiety issues. So our parents, who’d never been stellar at making decisions about us, decided we should stay in California and visit Mom on holidays. For the longest time, I’d convinced myself that I was the cause of this new arrangement. But eventually, it came to me that the real blame was on them. Splitting our lives between two sides of the continent sucked. There was no way to feel secure if you were hopping back and forth across the country on a plane. Then two years ago, just before Hailey and I had gotten our tickets to New York, we got the call. Our mom had died when her car lost control in a snowstorm. She’d left behind two families and a lot of pictures.

  Hailey smiled up from the circle of photos. “Hey, Butthead, we found the cutest damn picture of you in your Halloween Power Ranger’s costume.”

  Jessa lifted a picture up from the pile. “You looked so strong with those fake muscles.”