“What would you guys like to watch?” she asked.
“Something terrifying,” Luke suggested.
“Ah, a man after my own heart!” Mom gushed. “Love horror!”
She found some random horror flick on Netflix and started the show, and I tried to dissolve myself into the arm of the sofa in an attempt to stay as far away from Luke as possible.
I couldn’t even concentrate on the movie. I could see him looking at me now and then out the corner of my eye, but I refused to look at him. I was certain my mother would see right through me if she saw me looking at him.
The doorbell rang nearly an hour into the movie. Mom started to stand up, but Luke beat her to it.
“I’ll get it,” he said. “Just sit. Enjoy the movie.”
He pulled the door open, and I could hear a female voice in the foyer. I strained to listen.
“Well, hello!” the female voice said. “Did you order all this food for just you?”
I cringed and resisted the urge to make my presence known.
“My step-mother ordered it,” he said.
“Nothing for you?” she asked.
“Nope,” was his simple response.
“Oh,” she said. I could hear the disappointment in her voice. “Well, I just need you to sign this.”
“Be right back,” Luke said.
He brought the receipt and a pen to my mother to sign for the credit card payment. She signed it and handed it back to Luke.
“Here you go,” he told her.
“Thanks!” she said. “Oh, and if you get hungry later, I’d be happy to bring something out to you.”
“Goodnight,” Luke said, closing the door.
When Luke got back into the room, Mom said, “Wow, she was hitting on you!”
“Me?” Luke asked. “No, she was just trying to get a bigger tip.”
“She was flirting!” Mom said. “You should have got her number!”
I snagged a throw pillow and clenched it against me, pulling my knees up and wrapping my arms around them. I was seething. I mean, I shouldn’t have been. Luke and I weren’t an item. But the thought of another girl flirting with him made me furious.
“Here’s your food,” Luke said, setting the white plastic bag on the coffee table.
“Are you shy, Luke?” Mom asked.
He snorted and said, “No, not at all.”
“Well, why didn’t you ask for her number? Was she cute?” Mom asked him.
Luke raked his hand through his hair and then rubbed the back of his neck. He exhaled sharply.
“I didn’t notice,” he finally said.
“Ah, there must be a girl you like already,” Mom said.
“Will you just eat your damned food and shut up?” I shouted at her.
Mom froze, her eyes wide, and her jaw slack. I instantly regretted talking to her that way, but she was driving me crazy and making me think all kinds of awful things about other girls flirting with Luke.
“Katherine!” Mom gasped. “Are you feeling alright?”
“I’m just tired,” I said. “I’m going to bed.”
Without waiting for a response, I jumped off the touch, threw the throw pillow onto the floor, and stormed off to my room, slamming the door. I half expected someone to come after me, but when no one did, I took a shower, changed into my comfiest pajama short set, and climbed into bed.
It was nearly impossible to sleep. I kept thinking of that delivery bitch flirting with Luke, and I wanted to call the restaurant and ask for her manager so I could tell him to make sure his employees don’t flirt with the customers. But I managed to calm myself.
Maybe it was harmless, I thought.
Harmless. Yeah, right.
Then I started to wonder how many women hit on him on a regular basis. I’d seen first hand the way women seemed to fall at his feet. Mariana at the restaurant, every girl on the beach, this delivery chick… women just seemed to gravitate in his direction.
My stomach twisted into tight pretzel knots and churned with rage and fear. So, what, I was supposed to give my heart to him and then have to compete with every other woman on the planet to keep him? No, thanks.
I decided right then and there that I’d just have to forget about him. Not only was he going to be my stepbrother, but I’d have to deal with women hitting on him constantly. I just couldn’t do it.
Chapter Eighteen
Luke
The way she’d sprung to her feet and dashed from the room let me know one thing—she wanted me. I could see the jealousy in her eyes and hear the strain in her voice.
I wanted to go after her, but I figured her mother would be the one to do it. If I went after her, it would raise too much suspicion. No, I’d have to wait until her mother went to bed.
After the movie, her mother wanted to talk. She went on and on for what seemed like hours. It wasn’t until I glanced at my watch that she looked at hers.
“Oh, crap, where did the time go?” Lucy asked. “I’d better get to bed! There’s some pillows and blankets in the linen closet, and you can sleep in the guest room next to Katherine’s. The bed hasn’t been changed in a while, but it should still be fresh.”
“Thank you, that’ll be fine,” I told her.
“If you need anything, you know where I’m at,” Lucy said. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
After she’d gone to her room, I headed to the guest room, but I had no intention of staying there. I just needed to wait until I was relatively sure Katherine’s mother was asleep.
I sat on the edge of the bed in the guest room scrolling through Facebook on my phone until I felt sure her mother would be asleep. Then I snuck next door and tested the doorknob.
It opened freely, and I pushed her door open carefully. I shut it behind me and turned around, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. After a moment, I could make out the faint outline of her sleeping in her bed.
I approached her bedside. She was snuggled up with her pillow, curled around it in a fetal position on top of the blankets. Her blonde hair was fanned around her head like a halo. She wasn’t a Duchess—she was an angel.
“Hey, Katherine,” I whispered, leaning over her. “Are you awake?” She didn’t stir. I shook her shoulder gently. “Katherine! Wake up!”
She muttered something in her sleep, but she quickly resumed her slow, steady breathing.
I decided to take a chance. She might kill me, but what did I have to lose? I took off my jacket and shirt and laid them across a chair. Then I slipped off my boots and socks and set them in the corner of the room. I locked the door and carefully crawled onto the bed beside her, draping my arm over her waist.
I’d intended to lie there for an hour or two, just enjoying the feel of her warmth against me, but lying beside her was so comforting I ended up falling asleep.
I awakened not long after daylight began to break. I could see the sky starting to lighten slightly, the inky blackness of the night sky turning to a rich blue with streaks of orange and purple.
Something had changed. I tried to move, but I looked down to see Katherine’s arm and leg draped across me, and her head lying on my chest. The likelihood of me escaping before she could discover me in her bed was severely diminished, and now I had to wonder if she knew I was there and this was how she responded, or if she’d somehow ended up like this on accident while she slept.
Not only that, but I had a massive boner that was aching painfully, and her arm was across my abdomen just a few inches above it.
I could have stayed there forever, but if there was any chance I could get out of her room before she realized I was there, I had to take it. I carefully lifted her arm, moving it slowly off me and resting it on her side. I shifted my body, rolling her head off my chest and onto her pillow. Finally, I eased myself out from under her leg and slipped carefully off the bed.
She shifted and muttered something, and I slowly picked up my clothes and slipped from her room. Anxiety knotted in my stomach at the
thought of her mother catching me creeping half-naked from her room and carrying my clothes, but I made it to the spare room without incident.
I leaned against the door and breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn’t believe I was acting so fucking wishy-washy. Normally, if I wanted a woman, I’d just go for it. I was a fucking man. I didn’t have to be all delicate and gentle. But this was Katherine, and she deserved better.
Fuck!
It was all I could do to keep from bursting into her room, waking her sexy little ass up, and tearing her clothes off.
I pushed off the door and started to crawl into the bed, but the door opened behind me. I turned to see Katherine standing in the doorway, her hair wild and tousled, her perky tits straining against the fabric of her white top.
She locked the door behind her, and before I could object, her arms were around my neck, her body pressed against me, her lips on mine. My heart slammed against my ribcage, and my cock throbbed in response. My mind kept telling me to push her away, but my body wouldn’t let me.
Oh, fuck it.
Fuck propriety. Fuck being gentle her first time. Fuck all of it. For the first fucking time in my life, I’d tried to do the right thing. I’d tried to be a good man in society’s eyes. I’d tried to go against my very nature. Hell, this girl had me so fucked up I’d been questioning who I was.
But when she came through that door intent on having me, I threw everything out the window.
I pushed my tongue into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her kiss. I grasped the hem of her shirt and tugged, and she lifted her hands over her head so I could pull it off, revealing her beautiful breasts, which I immediately took in my hands. God, they were perfect. Full, round, soft. Her nipples pebbled against my palms, and I pinched them, causing her to moan against my lips.
I slid my hands around to her back and then down to grip her firm little ass. She wrapped one leg around me, standing on her toes so she could feel my hardness between her legs.
I lifted her off the ground, and she wrapped both legs around me. I carried her to the bed and set her ass on the edge, our lips still locked as my tongue twisted and danced with hers.
I pulled away from the kiss, and she pushed herself against me, reluctant to allow me to move away. I pushed her onto her back and pulled off the little shorts she was wearing, and my dick pulsed with desire at the sight of her pussy lips glistening with moisture.
I pushed her thighs apart, eager to taste her. She bit her lip and peered up at me. Goddamn, I’d never seen such perfection. Her eyes were wide and shy, her cheeks flushed pink with desire.
She’d never been with another man. She was all mine. She was all mine, and I’d be damned if I ever let her go.
I spread her apart with my fingers and pushed my tongue against her bottom, raking it slowly upward until she shivered and gasped at the sensation. She tasted like honey and sugar, and I had to push my tongue inside her to taste more of her. Then I pushed a finger inside her, feeling her hymen.
All fucking mine.
I sucked her clit between my lips and began to flick my tongue against it. I looked up to see her squeezing her tits, her eyes closed, her head leaning back as she moaned softly.
Mine, mine, mine.
I flattened my tongue, lapping up and down until she began to cry out and writhe against me. I knew she was cumming, but I just couldn’t stop licking her. I lapped and licked and sucked, and she began to whine and wriggle away from me, but I gripped her thighs and kept her in place as I devoured her until she finally gasped and pushed my head forcefully away.
I unfastened the button of my jeans and pushed them off, and her eyes widened at the sight of my cock.
“I’m going to fuck you, Duchess,” I told her. “You better be ready for this.”
“I am,” she said softly.
I palmed my cock and pumped it a few times, brushing my fingertips over my balls a few times as I approached her. I groaned and leaned over her, pushing myself between her lips. I looked down to see them wrapped around the head, glistening with her wetness, and I thrust just hard enough to sink the head inside her.
“You’re mine,” I told her. “All fucking mine, and I’m never letting you go. Do you hear me?”
She nodded, biting her lip. God, she was so beautiful and so innocent. I’d never met a person who was just as beautiful on the inside as on the outside, and I’d be damned if anyone ever touched this girl but me.
I pushed a little deeper, until I could feel resistance. I meant to ask her if she was ready and give her a chance to back out, but my cock took over, and I didn’t even want to remotely think I might not get to claim her as mine. I gathered her in my arms and thrust once more, quick and hard, and I felt the resistance give way as she stretched around me. She whimpered and clung to me for comfort, and I murmured soothingly into her ear as I began to slide in and out.
I dug my fingers into her hair and nipped at her earlobe, growling into her ear as I plunged deeper with each thrust. Her fingernails dug ditches in the flesh of my back, and she began to buck her hips against me, matching my steady rhythm.
She was tight as fuck, and wetter than I’d ever known a chick could get, but her walls were clenching around my dick and stimulating me so much it blotted the whole world from my mind, and all I could think about was Katherine and how fucking good her pussy felt around my cock.
“Cum in me, Luke,” she whispered into my ear. “Please.”
Oh, shit. I lost it. All sense of logical thought and reason just melted in my brain and poured out my ears, and I erupted inside her, my cock throbbing madly as she cried out my name and came all over my shaft. Her pussy walls pulsed, milking my cock of every last drop of cum.
“Shit,” I muttered weakly. “Why the hell did you have to do that?”
“Do what?” she asked.
“Ask me to cum in you,” I said. “Fuck.”
“You didn’t have to,” she pointed out.
She was right about that. I could have forced myself to pull out. At least, I think I could have. But it felt so fucking good. I admit I just wanted to feel what it was like to cum inside her without worrying about the consequences. Hell, if I’m being completely fucking honest, it turned me on to think that I might get her pregnant.
It was a few moments before I gathered enough strength to roll off her, and she rolled with me so she could rest her head on my chest and wrap her arm around me. We were lying there with our legs dangling off the side of the bed, but we were both too weak to move.
I ran my fingers through her hair, wrapping strands of it around my fingers and tugging at it until she moaned with pleasure.
“You’re mine now, Duchess,” I told her, kissing her on the head. “I’ve claimed you, and no other man will ever have you as long as there’s a breath in my body.”
“Don’t you realize that’s all I’ve wanted since I met you?” she asked.
Warmth surged straight to my heart and wrapped around it like an old friend. This girl was mine. All mine. Forever mine.
Chapter Nineteen
Katherine
“Oh, god, yes!” I screamed as Luke plunged deep inside me, gripping my hips and grunting with each thrust. “Harder!”
He wrapped his arms around me and rolled, dragging me with him in one deft movement, leaving me atop him with his hard cock still buried inside me. I raised up, resting my hands on his pecs as I rode him hard, grinding my clit against the hard public bone at the base of his cock.
Pleasure coiled within me, winding like a spring until it finally snapped. I dug my nails into his chest and threw my head back, crying out as he thrust erratically, cumming inside me as I clamped down around him.
I rolled off him and wrapped my body around his as we struggled to catch our breaths, and he held me close, wrapping me protectively in his arms as he always did after we made love.
It had been six months since we first made love, and we hadn’t yet told a soul about our relationship. We just couldn�
��t find the right words or the right time to bring it up.
First, Mom and Steve got married. They had a small wedding in a cute little chapel in Napa Valley, and decided to have their reception among the grapes in their favorite vineyard. Mom had finally seen the practicality of keeping the reception off the beach, but she’d still insisted on having it outdoors. At least we were able to put up a tent, which was a blessing since it rained that afternoon. We’d have all been drenched on the beach.
Next, Mom and I moved in with Steve and Luke. This actually made it harder on us, because we had to see each other day after day without being able to hug and kiss and hold hands except when we were alone.
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