He's So Fine (A BBW Stepbrother Romance)

by Mason, Marie

  I could almost smell her cunt getting wet. I smiled again, knowing I could be balls deep in that before the night was over.

  “I’m looking for the Doc,” I said. Who would have thought I’d have a nationally known cardiac surgeon for a dad? I’d done a little research on the man who had finally crawled out of the woodwork to claim me. By all accounts, he appeared to be a standup kind of guy and not a deadbeat. If I had learned nothing else in my short life, it was to trust no one.

  Good character references aside, it didn’t explain why it had taken him twenty-five years to acknowledge that he had a child. I was too jaded to think he might have just now found out about me.

  “Oh, are you going to be working for him this summer?” The girl’s eyes lit up like a kid seeing her first Christmas tree. Or her first oversized cock. I wasn’t offended that she thought I could only be the hired help and not a part of the family who owned the big assed house behind me. I liked it that way. I wanted to know the women I took to bed were there for one reason and one reason only—to get fucked and get fucked hard.

  Not for some trinket I might buy them if they spread their legs and moaned when they thought they should. The women I took to bed moaned only when I allowed it.

  Control. It was all about control.

  By now, the other girls had crowded in around me as well. There were some cuties in the bunch. Some real fuckable pussy.

  I could tell the guys were getting pissed. I’d played this scene out a thousand times before. Stolen away a girl for a night of fun and returned her the next day, well fucked and a better woman for it.

  I heard a sound behind me and turned toward the door. I knew life could change on a dime. Futures decided by a split second decision on whether to turn left or turn right. To stop or to go. I just hadn’t known what it would feel like if it ever happened to me.

  Not until that very instant.

  The door behind me opened and out stepped the first woman who had ever weakened my knees. “Fuck.”

  I couldn’t keep the word from escaping. I didn’t know any man with that much control. She was a little bit of nothing if you discounted the curves outlined to perfection by a white tennis outfit. The skirt much longer than what the other girls were wearing. My eyes ate her up and I didn’t know why she’d want to cover up those gorgeous legs. I knew some girls who carried a little extra weight had some dimpling going on, but not her. What skin I could see of her thighs was as smooth as a baby’s butt and almost as pale.

  My eyes traveled up her body, taking in everything. Or at least trying. Her hips were wide and round. Yum, I thought, licking my lips. Her stomach curved out the way I liked it. Who wanted to fuck a woman whose hip bones cut into you during a hard slam on the hips? Her waist indented before flaring back up to the biggest pair of natural tits I’d seen in a long time.

  I was a boob man. Always had been. I knew natural from fake. Fake had the perky, almost perfectly round shape that, while filling out a bathing suit or bra perfectly, left a lot to be desired in the sack. I preferred not to knead and bite on a bag of silicone.

  Large, natural breasts had a tear shaped droop to them. The flesh gave beneath the fingers and I could make a woman come sucking on her nipples since they hadn’t lost all feeling under the cut of the knife. If this woman’s weren’t all natural I’d go find Big Saul and let him beat me to a pulp. My mouth salivated when I thought of tasting her.

  That was as far up her body as I got before I heard her sharp inhalation of breath. Our eyes lifted at the same time and I felt the second bolt of lightning strike my body. I’d seen an emerald once, in a museum during some dorky school field trip in elementary school. The shining gems in the jewelry display had fascinated me. I’d been entranced with the blue of the sapphire and the dark green of the emerald.

  Her damn eyes looked just like a piece of that expensive green rock. Even the black rimmed glasses she wore on her pert little nose couldn’t diminish the shine behind them. I felt my cock rise in my jeans and made sure to keep my hands in my pockets. I had no desire to go broadcasting the fact that this woman could bone me up faster than a racecar could run the track at the Daytona 500. My fingers brushed across the pieces of paper holding the phone numbers I’d gathered on the bus ride here. I knew I wouldn’t be using them now.

  I took another second to take in the rest of her. Pale skin, almost coal-black hair, a button nose, and a pair of full, pink lips my cock ached to have wrapped around it.

  Before I could stop myself, I asked, “Who are you?” I’d just broken rule number three—never ask for a name.

  Most people didn’t ignore me, mostly because of my big body. I was intimidating; I knew that. Used that. Because of my size, I had an air of authority I had learned to cultivate over the years. It served me well dealing with men from all walks-of-life—and with women. Remember the domination the fairer sex secretly craved?

  The girl wasn’t any different and answered me immediately. “Abby. Abigail Montgomery.”

  Well, shit, I thought. I’d just gotten the boner of all boners for my sister.

  ABBY

  I didn’t know why I introduced myself to this stranger by my stepfather’s last name. I probably did it because I’d learned during the short time in the Hamptons that the name Abby Snow didn’t carry nearly as much clout as Abigail Montgomery. The name Abigail Montgomery opened doors and got me five-star service wherever I went.

  I was vaguely aware of my friends crowding around the newcomer. Calling them friends was an exaggeration. They were summer birds like me, here until school started back in the fall. That was where all our similarities ended. I was attending a state university and I was pretty sure everyone here was a legacy to the Ivy League universities.

  I had worked hard for my full ride to North Carolina State and had two years already under my belt. It had been tough leaving Mom that first year all by herself. We had never been apart except for some overnight school trips or summer camps. I hadn’t spent summers visiting grandparents because there was no other family. The Snow girls had been on their own for years with only each other to depend on. Until Julie Snow had met Horace Montgomery last Christmas.

  Then everything in my life had changed.

  And was still changing.

  Which brought me back to tall, dark, and dangerous standing by the front door. I couldn’t believe I’d let my attention wander off him even for a second. I might be a little on the inexperienced side, but I knew a fine piece of man meat when I saw one.

  But like all my would-be relationships with the opposite sex, he was on one side of the butcher shop window and I was on the other, with no money to make a purchase.

  Damn, my English lit classes had really made me get a little prosy.

  The sun was shining behind him so all I got was a vague impression of dark hair, broad shoulders, and hard thighs. Yummy, yum, yum. I lowered by gaze to see what kind of shoes he was wearing. Shoes said a lot about a man. Danny, my wanna-be-hookup for the summer wore socks and sandals. How … preppie.

  This man, yes ladies, he was a man, wore a pair of work boots that had seen better days and looked to be a size—huge!

  He took a step forward and I couldn’t help it when my gaze zeroed in on the juncture of his jeans. My face flooded with color and I hurriedly looked away before anyone caught me staring. Up, up, and up my gaze went. How tall was he? I had another impression of strength and power before my gaze was snagged by his.

  I lost my ability to talk for a moment as I looked into the dark blue pools of color. His eyes said so much and revealed so little. The first thing I noticed was the sadness that had seemed to form a permanent ring around that incredible color. I’d only seen that color once before.

  “Oh, shit, you’re my stepbrother. Aren’t you?”

  CAGE

  I breathed a sigh relief when the woman before me announced she was my stepsister and not my half-sister. I’d done some kinky shit in the bedroom before, but fucking a relative hadn�
�t been one of them. Stepsisters were non-family as far as I was concerned. And fair game. My dick started talking to my brain again and immediately I thought of ten different ways I could take her.

  Once I convinced her she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

  My lips curled up on one side. I had yet to meet a girl I couldn’t get out of her panties. This plump piece of ass would be no different.

  “Yeah. Name’s Cage.”

  “But I thought it was—”

  I moved quickly, stepping into her personal space and getting in her face before she could finish her sentence. I leaned down and put my mouth right next to her ear, an unmistakable note of dominance in my voice. “I suggest you keep that little bit of information to yourself, Sis.”

  I felt her shiver at the touch of my lips on her ear and before I could stop myself, I took a little bite. A full-blown shudder raced through her. I’d already considered what I would do if she decided to spill the beans about my name. I’d slam my mouth down on hers, so fast and hard she’d never know what hit her. In fact, I thought kissing her was a fine idea, no matter what. My body swayed toward hers before I pulled myself up short.

  Time enough for that later. Say around midnight when everyone else in the big house was asleep. I wanted a piece of that pussy, not a quick bump of the lips in front of a crowd.

  I felt a hand on my arm and took a fight stance before I could stop myself. Who the fuck thought they could touch me without permission? I turned away from my new stepsister and saw it was the girl who had first spoken to me. I shrugged off the hand, my attention quickly returning to Abigail. Abby. A cute name for a cute girl.

  I wanted to laugh. Fate had finally decided to hand me a little something to make up for my crappy life and it came booby-trapped.

  Because if I tapped this, what were the chances of having a relationship with my long-lost father?

  Zero to none.

  Not that the decision was a difficult one to make. I’d never depended on fate to help me out before. Why start now? And what was the saying about a bird in the hand being worth more than two in the bush?

  There was nothing I wanted more than this sweet girl’s bush.

  ABBY

  I shivered at the honeyed warmth of his voice and actually forgot what I was going to say. Oh, yeah. His name. His name wasn’t Cage; it was Horace. Just like his dad’s. I opened my mouth and closed it quickly when I realized what I had been about to give away. The quick burst of vulnerability I’d seen in his eyes was enough for me to close my mouth without saying anything else.

  I’d been teased enough in school to know what it was like. Who wanted to be called Horace?

  My eyes met his and I gave a little nod of acknowledgement. Our secret.

  “Hi, Cage.” I smiled shyly at him, once again lost in those dreamy blue eyes.

  Danny stepped forward to stand beside Cage. I was immediately aware of the differences between the two males. The most obvious was that one was a boy and one was a man.

  One revved my stalled engine, and one did not.

  Danny had shown a steadily increasing interest in me and I was still curious as to why. Maybe he had drawn the short straw and had to sweet talk me since my stepfather’s house came equipped with tennis courts, beach access, and a swimming pool. Or, maybe he wanted to hang out with the chubby chick until a more interesting—read skinny—bitch came along.

  I bit my tongue. I wasn’t one to curse or talk bad about others, but hanging out with this crowd, if only for a month, had already dirtied my speech.

  As if Danny was aware of the unfavorable comparison I was making between him and Cage, he said, “Let’s get this show on the road. I have better things to do than stand here and have a family reunion.” He emphasized the word family and grabbed my arm to pull me to him. “Come on, Abigail.”

  I resisted the rough tug. From the corner of my eye, I saw Cage tense as if he didn’t like the fact that Danny was manhandling me. I didn’t like it either and pulled away by twisting my arm. My mother and I had taken self-defense classes at the Y when I was in high school. I was no Electra, but I’d learned a thing or two. Or so I thought.

  Seeing Cage’s large muscles tense, I realized there was only so much a woman could do against a man’s strength. Instinctively, I knew Cage would never hurt me. Danny, on the other hand, was a bully.

  I didn’t know what to do. My mother and stepdad weren’t home, and I didn’t feel right letting Cage in the house by himself. Nor did I feel right going off and leaving him standing on the front porch. I had a feeling he wouldn’t want to watch us play tennis. “I think I’ll sit this one out.”

  Danny didn’t move. I didn’t know what he wanted. It wasn’t as if he had a claim on me.

  “Come on, she said she wasn’t coming. Besides, she never plays good anyway.” This was from Teddy, a boy who had joined the crowd a couple of weeks ago. He was always belittling someone in the crowd, usually me.

  Some days I didn’t know why I was hanging out with them. They were not the type of people I wanted to call friends and summering in the Hamptons was not my style. I was glad that Cage had appeared and given me the perfect out. Now I didn’t have to suffer through another boring afternoon trying to play tennis.

  Teddy was correct; I wasn’t any good at tennis and was usually the first player out when they played singles. None of them wanted to play doubles with me.

  Danny gave Cage one last look before stepping closer, crowding into my personal space. I absolutely hated it when people didn’t respect the space. I couldn’t step away because I was already against the door. He grabbed my arm again and my hand tightened on my tennis racket. I wanted to smack him over the head with it.

  “Come on.” Danny’s voice was hard and insistent. “Let the fucker stay on the porch until your parents come home.”

  I so did not like to be told what to do. Plus, where was all this possessiveness coming from? Sure, I’d kissed him a time or two when he’d driven me home a couple of times. I had certainly done nothing for him to be acting all Neanderthal on me. I mentally rolled my eyes. Testosterone. The end all and be all of males.

  “I need to stay here, Danny.”

  He gave me another hard look. Then, before I could protest, he lowered his head and kissed me. Hard. I don’t know what he was going for but it certainly didn’t make me want to swoon. It made me want to lift my knee and jam it between his legs. Before I did just that, he pulled away.

  “I’ll see you around, babe.” He smirked as he turned back to Cage.

  “Not if I see you first,” I mumbled under my breath. Danny was the leader. While I didn’t particularly like any of them, I didn’t want to spend the entire summer in my own company. Sometimes it was fun to hang out with them. Today was not one of those days.

  My gaze moved to Cage. I wouldn’t mind hanging out with him.

  The others took off, following Teddy and Danny off the porch. They walked down the steps, taking the short cut to the tennis courts at the side of the house. The girls were a little slower to move away, each saying a giggly, breathless goodbye to my new stepbrother.

  “Are those public tennis courts?” He walked over to the end of the porch and watched them leave. No doubt getting one last look at the twitchy bitchy asses. They had more struts in their walk than a race car. But, as my mother said, they didn’t nearly have my jiggle.

  “No, they’re Horace’s.”

  He turned around and leaned back against the porch railing. It went all the way around the house. I had to admit I loved the porch on the house. When it rained, I’d sit at the back of the house and watch the waves crash against the shore. I’d never been to the beach before this trip. A single mom had little money left over for luxury vacations.

  “Horace? Why don’t you call him Dad?”

  “Because he’s not.” I shrugged my shoulder, wincing a little at the pull. I was already sporting a slight redness from yesterday’s hours of torture on the beach. Torture becaus
e it was hot and I’d been in a bathing suit. I wasn’t ashamed of my curves, but what woman wanted to be next to women who clearly had better figures? No one did.

  “Why are those schmucks still using the tennis courts if you’re not with them?”

  I gave another shrug of my shoulder. “Because they can.”

  “Hmm. That’s not really a good reason to do some things, Sis.”

  “Look, it’s hot out here, why don’t we go inside?”

  “You brave enough to invite the big, bad wolf inside, little red?”

  “My hair is not red.”

  “No, but your face turns a very cute shade every time you’re embarrassed. Which is a lot.” He moved away from the railing and picked up the backpack he’d deposited on a wicker chair. “Lead the way.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  CAGE

  I had to say I was not disappointed when my new sister—stepsister—turned on her heel and flounced inside. I never thought I’d use the word flounce, but there you were. I’d been doing a lot of things I hadn’t thought I’d be doing these last couple of weeks. Like getting ready for my big fight with Saul and hopping a bus to the Hamptons—a place I never thought I would be.

  I shuddered at the snootiness that seemed to wash over me.

  The inside of the house didn’t disappoint. It was as richly appointed as the outside. Everything had a light and airy feel as appropriate for a house on the beach. If it wasn’t for the size of the furniture I’d feel as out of place as a bull in a china shop. The couches and chairs looked like they’d have no trouble holding a man of my size.

  “Would you like some lemonade or iced tea?”

  Abby had placed her tennis racket in the hall closet. From the looks of things, everything had a place and it was expected that everything stay perfectly in its place. Where the hell did that leave me? Because I was damn sure my long lost father didn’t have a place for a son sporting tats and who fought for a living. I mentally shrugged my shoulders. Sleeping on the beach wouldn’t be that bad this time of year. I’d slept in worse places.