Double Trouble: A Billionaire Twin Stepbrothers Forbidden Romance
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“Carter, yes.” He smiled back. “He is waiting for you. I am sure he will be more than happy to see you.”
I walked in the large room on the host’s arm, and was greeted by the most magnificent sight: my stepbrother Carter, standing by his table, smile on his face. He was dressed in a tux that fit him like a glove, showing off his form in a way that would be obscene if it weren’t so classy. His grin became ear-to-ear when he saw me. The host escorted me to my seat, pulled it out, and as I sat, he poured me a glass of champagne with an expert movement.
“My lady, is there anything else you need?” He asked, with an almost imperceptible wink.
“No sir,” I replied. “I can’t imagine needing anything else. Ever!”
We all grinned, before the host recomposed his face, and replied, “Very good, my lady,” before discreetly moving away.
Carter’s eyes were wide.
“God, Heather, I hoped it was you,” He said. “I have been dreading this date until they told me your name. I thought, what were the chances that it could be you?” He grabbed my hand on the table and gently caressed it, sending electric jolts through me. His skin was so soft, his hands so big, graceful and warm. “You look incredible.”
Incredible? Me? He looked incredible. How was it possible to be wearing a suit, and still look ripped? I felt my body respond immediately to his over-the-top sexiness. No wonder people paid him just to be there. But under all that, he was still my closest friend. His eyes were so blue, boring into my innermost self.
“Carter, when I came across this contest, I knew I had to enter. I had to see you,” I said quietly. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Mind, are you kidding? I am overjoyed!” His smile was so charming, I was melting.
“But we haven’t seen each other in so long.” I had to say it, since nothing would mean anything to me if we didn’t at least acknowledge this. Just then the waiter came up and poured drinks, and took our orders, so we weren’t able to explore it and were distracted. But at least it was said.
I barely was able to eat anything during the dinner, but we talked and laughed and enjoyed ourselves immensely. The radio station photographers caught us in many poses, Carter looking unfathomably gorgeous I am sure, but I hoped I held my own.
We stayed a lot longer than they did, though. It wasn’t until Carter excused himself and came back from the bathroom, a stricken look on his face, that I remembered the text my mother had sent earlier on, telling me that she and Carter’s dad were through. He must have just gotten the news.
“What is it Carter?” I asked, putting my hand on his. He was white as a sheet,
“Uh… I am not sure how to say this, Heathe,” he said as ran his hand through his hair to the nape of his neck. “Did you talk to your mom recently?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess I did.”
“Did she tell you about her and my father?”
“You mean that they think they’re breaking up?” I asked.
“It’s gone a lot further than that. It’s happening. Dad’s seen a lawyer, and the divorce papers are being drawn up as we speak.”
“Oh my god,” I said. “How are you doing with it?”
“Well, I guess I have a lot of feelings about it, but I am concerned about you,” he croaked.
“Carter, about me?”
“Well, I am wondering what you are going to do. My dad’s going to keep the house and your mom is talking about moving.”
“Huh, I don’t know.” I laughed. “I guess for the moment I’ll stay here with you.”
“You know you can, right?” he said, his grip tightening on my hand. “No joke.”
“What? Really?”
“By all means,” he said. “I’ll take you to my place now.” He signaled the waiter.
“But what about the hotel?” I said, confused.
“Never mind the hotel.”
“Carter, are you serious?” I asked. I hadn’t really thought our date through to this conclusion. I hadn’t let myself.
“Absolutely.”
He told the waiter we were leaving and we jumped in the limo, only a few hangers on waiting for us and staring at him. In the limo, Carter came clean to me. He wasn’t happy by himself in NYC. He needed me to be there, and if I wanted, I could go to NYU, or we could travel. He would fund it, but it had to be something I wanted.
But I still left unasked the one question I had come to find the answer for: Why did you leave me Carter? Why did you leave me alone?
***
We drew into his private parking lot, sent the limo on its way, and took the elevator up to the third floor. It was gorgeous, peaceful, quiet, and classic. I sat on the distressed leather coach and pulled a throw around me. He sat down beside me and stared at me for a moment.
Finally alone in his palace of a brownstone, he traced the faint scar on my leg, and as he did, he gently and tantalizingly slid the silk of my skirt up my thigh. He cleared his throat.
“Heathe, I’ve got to tell you something and it’s not easy to say, but it’s gone unsaid for far too long. I left because I love you. I never wanted this life, this silly superficial life. But I needed to get away from our home in order to make something of myself, and to be able to come back for you if and when you were ready. I was counting on the fact that you would feel the same way as I do. But instead of me returning for you, you came and found me.
“Honestly I didn’t want to agree this radio date promotion – in fact, I fought tooth and nail with my publicity people about it.” He smiled to himself. “I finally capitulated only because I have a few months left in my contract, but after that I am free to do as I wish. ” He was still gently touching the spot on my leg, sending fiery shivers of desire through me as I knew we both were remembering the day he had taken tender care of my self-inflicted cuts. “But now I know it was fate to bring you here. When you came, were you coming as my sister, or as my date?”
“I came here for you, to be with you. And I am not your sister anymore.” I couldn’t believe the words were coming out of my mouth, but what was the use in being coy?
It was true.
Carter took me in his arms, gently, inexorably. They felt familiar, comfortable and warm, and at the same time incredibly exciting. His strong arms were so different from the boyish arms that encircled me in the past, and if it were possible, doubly exciting. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “And now I have enough to take care of the both of us in style for the rest of our lives. Oh Heathe, I need you. I need you with me, as my partner, as my truest friend, as my love.”
“I need you too, Carter.” It felt so good to finally say it. “I have been waiting for you for so long.”
His mouth blazed a trail to my mouth, covering it with hot kisses. Our lips and tongues mingling, wordlessly saying so many things to each other: You are precious, I love you, I need you, I have waited for you so long, I want you, I want you forever, I am yours.
His hands clutched me, holding me tight, both of us knowing we would never have to be apart again. He was lengthening, hardening, and this time I couldn’t mistake it as random as I had when we were kids – I would finally be able to explore him fully, completely, without shame or guilt. We eagerly pulled off each other’s clothing, delighted to reveal every step of our nakedness. His body was a revelation. It had to be sculpted by many hours at the gym, and my fervent fingers excitedly discovered every nook and cranny of his cut musculature, and at the same time, just the himness of him. I could have cared less if he were fat or thin, instead of the perfect specimen he had become, but the beauty of his body was a delight to every sense.
He pulled my dress above my head, revealing my new silk lingerie, and gazed at my breasts and belly. Finally, softly, he said, “You’re so beautiful, Heathe,” before falling upon them and covering them with soft, urgent kisses. His tongue on my nipples was exquisite, and all I could think of was how much I wanted to feel it between my legs, sucking and licking, sending me into oblivion. I
I slid off my flimsy new panties, revealing my nakedness. As I did, the look in Carter’s eyes was something I had never seen in my life. It was strong, it was soft, it was filled with longing and desire and determination. Fully enraptured. And I felt the same way. Everything about him was perfect. The way I felt about him. The way I knew him to be. But straight down to his soft skin, his taut muscles, the fine hairs on his body, all perfect, all gorgeous, soft and hard, and all inviting.
He looked at me questioningly. “Are you still a virgin, Heathe?” He asked, gently.
“I am.” I looked down, ashamed. He drew my chin up, forcing me to look into his blue, blue eyes again.
“Are you sure you’re ready? Or do you want to wait?” His concern was evident on his face, brows furrowed, mouth falling open slightly like it did when we were kids.
“Oh Carter, I am so ready. I have been ready for you for so long. Please take me now.” My hand caressed the V of his hips, reaching toward his hardness.
“That’s what I needed to hear,” he murmured, as he drew me closer. “I love you so much, baby, and I always have. You are the one for me.”
“I love you too Carter!”
He held me so tight, his length pressing against me, petal-soft skin and hard as a rock at the same time. I could feel myself get slick, engorged. His hands were the first to touch me there, fine, soft touches at first and then pressing into me, filling me gently as he kissed me all over. His lips got closer and closer to my center, and I was squirming in bliss, still incredulous that Carter was kissing me there, bringing me to a point of no return, and then his lips split my folds and he sucked gently and sweetly on my clit as he slid his fingers inside me. I thought I would explode, and I guess I did, coming quickly to a deep, full orgasm. My walls contracted against his fingers that were still nudging in and out of me, preparing me for his sex, his massive stiffness, to enter. Despite it being my first time, I felt more relaxed than I had in forever, knowing that Carter wanted me, needed me. All I wanted was for him to come inside.
When he entered me, I thought it would hurt, but it didn’t. He was gentle, patient, skilled. Despite the sheer size of him, he never rushed me, and before long I was urging him to come inside me more, pushing on his ass, wanting him to be rougher, and he was only too happy to oblige, bucking and clutching me, filling and emptying me of his giant cock, sliding against my pussy.
“I keep thinking of that day that I found you on the bathroom floor,” he breathed as he filled me again and again. “I knew I loved you then and that I would never do anything to hurt you as long as I could help it. I just wanted to take you then and there.”
I pressed against his ass, pushing his length deep inside of me, our cores touching, and the electricity we felt at the slightest touch multiplied tenfold as he drew himself in and out of me, harder and faster until I shook and quaked with one uncontrollable orgasm after another. It was all stunning, overwhelming, his look, his smell, his movements, his feel, and the fact that it was him, loving me like I had loved him for so long. Soon he was going over the edge too, filling me with spasms of seed, the unprotected look on his face slaying me, bringing me over the edge again, until we were both sunk into the ripples of our orgasms. I had never imagined it could be like this, this good.
“I love you, forever,” said Carter. “You’re my Heather, my dream girl.”
“I am yours.” I smiled and curled up into his strong arms.
“And I’m yours. Always have been.” He kissed me again, and my arousal awoke once more. My craving, my love, no longer my stepbrother, but forever the man of my dreams.
From CRAVE: My Billionaire Stepbrother (CRAVE SERIES Book 2)
What is that sound? Someone turn that beeping off. PLEASE.
Who is screaming? They really need to settle down, they’re hurting my ears.
“20 CCs in the IV. NOW!” said a stern voice.
“Come on girl! You can do it,” said another, cajoling. “Stay with us now, keep fighting.”
“Get her on the gurney!”
Where am I?
It hurts. It hurts. Is it me screaming? It hurts so bad. Oh God, I think it’s me.
Carter, where are you?
Blackness.
***
The ice in my glass was making tinkling sounds. I held it up a little and watched the beads of water form and drip off its surface onto the floor. One, then two. Then three. Kash’s face, her flawlessly beautiful face, distorted through the arc of the glass, now looked twisted and gargoyle-like.
“Heathe,” said Carter, laughing gently. “Where are you right now? Kash asked you a question.”
Kash was Carter’s agent. She was probably 5’10” but in her monstrous heels she was well over six feet. And her stature was only the start of her fearsomeness. She was clearly a born-and-bred sophisticate, and couldn’t let me forget it, even if she tried – which she definitely didn’t. Oh no. Whether it was about my looks, my upbringing, or my naiveté, every move seemed calculated to reduce me by just a couple notches at a time, but not so much that anyone else would likely notice. At least what she did in public. Whether it was subtle, like fixing her eyes just a little too long on my stomach when regarding me, or more overt, like leaning over me as if I weren’t there, casually and possessively just to touch Carter’s leg, chiming with laughter at something he said, it didn’t matter. She was out to negate me, to erase me, but he doesn’t see it. If anyone would I thought it would be him.
“Um, I’m sorry,” I tried to sound interested, congenial. “What was it that you wanted to ask?”
“Oh it was nothing, dear,” she said smarmily, the points of her smile arch and cunning. “Nothing a country girl like you needs to bother with.”
Country girl, eh? Well if I were talking about you, I would stop at the first syllable.
“Ok, well I am going to bed,” I said, putting my glass down on the table. Awkwardly, it hit a bit too hard, the condensation making it nearly slip out of my hand. I smoothed my jeans over my hips, wishing I could smooth the moment over as easily. “You guys have fun.”
“Heathe! Heathe,” called Carter as I walked away.
I turned around, hoping that the light would not reveal my eyes blazing, the tears that I was fighting.
“Yes, Carter?” My voice barely held, but it held.
“Goodnight,” he said, his warm voice catching me softly, and its tendrils making their way to my heart.
“Goodnight, Carter…” wondering if my voice would have the same effect on him.
“I’ll be up before too long.”
“Don’t rush on my account.” I don’t know why I said that, because of course I wanted him to rush. And on my account, too. I wanted him to tell Kash she needed to leave, now, and then come running upstairs, throw me on the bed, wrap his arms around me, and make love to me. Fiercely and fully.
Instead, the shards of Kash’s laughter glinted mercilessly in the cold staircase as I walked up alone, each sound coolly hurled to slash my ear. And my heart.
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Stephanie Brother writes scintillating stories with stepsiblings as their main romantic focus. She’s always been curious about the forbidden, and this is her way of exploring such complex relationships that threaten to keep her couples apart. As she writes her way to her dream job, Ms. Brother hopes that her readers will enjoy the full emotional and romantic experience as much as she’s enjoyed writing them.
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