He's So Fine (A BBW Stepbrother Romance)

by Mason, Marie

He’d be back at lunch, he’d said. I didn’t know what he had planned for us today, but I was sure I’d enjoy it. I didn’t know why he was going all out to keep me entertained either. Maybe it was his way of passing the time until we could take up our other form of entertainment. I shivered despite the warm sun beating down on me, knowing we could start again any time we wanted. Not that we’d been less intimate during my ‘confinement.’ I’d learned plenty of ways to skin a cat during the last several days.

  Grinning, I closed my eyes and let the cool breeze from the water soothe me. This had truly been the best summer of my life.

  “Hi there, gorgeous.” My body tensed at the words. They weren’t delivered in Cage’s deep, rich baritone.

  I shaded my eyes and looked up at the person who had intruded on my peaceful morning. Danny.

  “Hello.” I answered him with a small smile. Since that night at the club, I’d only seen the group a couple of times when they came over to play tennis. Horace didn’t seem to care if they used the tennis courts without me being there, so I didn’t say anything to them when I’d see them out there.

  Danny didn’t bother to ask if he could sit down beside me. I realized it was a public beach, but I considered the two feet beside me my own personal space. He obviously didn’t think the same way. He sat so close his shoulders were touching mine. I scooted away and earned myself an angry glare.

  He dug his fingers into the sand and raised his hand, letting it trickle down. “You haven’t been at the club lately.”

  I snorted. It wasn’t as if I’d been a regular. I’d been there maybe three times before Cage had shown up. Had Danny missed me? If he had, he had a strange way of showing it. No phone calls, no stopping by to see me. Yeah, we might have hooked up if Cage hadn’t come along. That was a very doubtful might. I’d seen the type of man Danny was long before that fateful day. He was a user and a player. Probably an abuser. His temper flared rather quickly.

  “I’ve been busy.”

  “With your stepbrother?” His voice held an ugly sneer and when I looked at his face, I realized his expression held the same disdain.

  “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.” There was no way he could know how close Cage and I had gotten.

  Before I knew what was happening, I found my back pressed against the hot sand with Danny above me, blocking out the sun.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I put my hands on his chest to push him away. He took hold of my wrists and forced my arms over my head. I’d worn one of the cute outfits Horace had bought me and the shirt rode high, revealing my curved belly. My breasts thrust against the thin fabric of the shirt. His eyes skimmed down my torso and a feeling of nausea came over me.

  “If you can give it up for your brother, you can give me a little piece of this.” He grabbed a handful of my breast and squeezed hard. I cried out in pain and tried to fight my way free. Danny for all of his short stature and lean frame was strong. What I wanted to do was give him a swift kick in the balls, but he’d somehow managed to separate my legs and pressed against my crotch until I couldn’t use them to defend myself.

  His mouth came down over mine and he forced his tongue inside despite all my efforts to prevent it. The slimy feel of him in my mouth made my nausea grow.

  I managed to jerk my head away. “Get off of me. Now, Danny.” I twisted my hips to buck him off, but I realized that only made his erection grow. His words confirmed the effect the action was having on him.

  “Yeah, baby. I like it when they fight.”

  My mind gasped. Had he done this to other girls?

  When his hand found the top of my shorts, I knew I was in trouble and tears formed in my eyes. Dear heavens, was I about to be raped in broad daylight on a public beach? Where was everyone?

  “You can’t do this,” I pleaded with him, still trying get away. Finally, one hand broke loose and I used it to rake my nails down his face. He jerked away at the last minute and all I managed to do was leave dark welts along his throat. My nails were too short to do much damage.

  But it lent me strength. I clawed and scratched anywhere and everywhere I could reach. I was fighting desperately and losing when suddenly his weight was lifted away and the sun blinded me with its brightness.

  I scrambled away before I sat up to see who had rescued me. My vision still affected by the sun, all I saw were two shadowy figures fighting in the sand. I scrambled to my feet, holding the sides of my shirt together. Somehow Daniel had managed to rip it apart without me noticing.

  With one final punch, Cage sent Danny falling into the sand. I didn’t wait to see if he would get back up, I needed Cage’s arms around me now.

  “Cage!” I screamed and launched myself into his arms. He caught me and hugged me tight.

  “Are you alright, Abby?”

  I was surprised to note his hands were trembling where they touched me. No doubt an effect of the adrenaline rushing through his body. I know I was shaking like a leaf.

  “I’m fine,” I nodded, burying my face in the side of his throat and holding on to his neck with all my might. “I’m fine.”

  We stood there for several more seconds before he eased me away. “Did he hurt you? Tell me the truth.” His voice was hard and demanding. Unforgiving.

  “I’m sure. Just take me home please.”

  His eyes narrowed and his gaze raked over me from head to toe. He growled when he realized my blouse was torn and I knew he could see the red marks Danny had left on my stomach and breast. He hadn’t really hurt me, just scared me to hell and back.

  He turned me toward the house and I glanced over at Danny’s still prone body. “Should we do something about him?” I remembered what he’d said before and my suspicions that he had done this to other girls.

  “No, if the tide doesn’t take care of the problem. I will.”

  Again, a deep, full body shiver ran through me at the menacing tone of Cage’s voice. I really didn’t want to involve the police, but I didn’t want Danny to do this again. The next girl might not have a knight in shining armor riding to her rescue.

  When I stumbled on a hill of sand, Cage picked me up in his arms. “No, Cage. I’m too heavy for you to carry me so far.”

  Another grunt that made me smile. I relaxed against him, glad he hadn’t put me back down. I felt so wonderfully safe and secure in his arms.

  No one was home when we got there. Another note from Cage’s father saying he’d taken my mother shopping. If I didn’t know better I’d say that Horace’s wealth was going to her head. But then I remembered my mother’s idea of shopping was strolling along a sidewalk, looking into the store windows. She loved to look at beautiful things, but didn’t need them surrounding her to be happy.

  For a brief moment, I wondered if she was getting Horace out of the house so much so I could spend time with Cage.

  Cage didn’t stop carrying me until we were in the bathroom connecting our two rooms. He sat me on the toilet and I remembered the last time. I didn’t—couldn’t—get use to him taking care of me. My heart started to ache because summer was almost over and I knew, as surely as the leaves would start turning colors, we would go our separate ways.

  He kicked off his shoes and took off the hoodie and t-shirt he’d been wearing. Some days, Cage wore a hoodie when he ran even when it was hot as Hades outside. He said he needed to sweat.

  Kneeling beside the giant garden tub, he turned on the water, checking the temperature for a good ten minutes before he turned his attention to me. He rose and walked the few steps back in my direction. He crouched down in front of me, his knees bracketing my legs, his huge hands on my thighs right above my knees. “Please tell me that son-of-a-bitch didn’t hurt you, baby. Please.”

  His eyes were dark, somber, and hurting. I knew in that moment that Cage did feel something for me. Something he couldn’t yet express. I ran my fingers through the long strands of his hair. The other hand still held my torn shirt together. “I promise he didn’t hur
t me.”

  He didn’t say anything else, just slowly undressed me. First my sneakers and socks. I let my ruined shirt fall open. He reached for the button on my shorts and slid down the zipper. I placed my hands on his shoulders to balance myself as I lifted my hips up for him to slide them, and my panties, off. Next, he pushed the shirt down my arms. I could tell by both his expression and his touch that he was angry. Very angry. The front fastener of my bra popped open and I closed my eyes. Was it wrong that I had just been attacked by one man and now was hot and ready for another one?

  I opened my eyes when he gave a small growl. Looking down, I realized Danny had managed to bruise both of my breasts. I hadn’t realized he’d been squeezing me so hard. My skin was so fair it showed any flaw instantly. Two purple fingerprints seemed to glow from my right breast. Before I could say anything, Cage leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against each of the marks.

  I thought he would do more, but he pulled away, turning off the water. I sat at on the toilet watching, shivering slightly now that I was naked. As I watched, he slipped out of his shorts and underwear. I wondered how, not for the first time, my life had changed so drastically over the last weeks. I’d gone from a reluctant virgin—hey, I wanted to have sex, just not with any of the jerks that had offered—to a girl who had hooked up with one of the hottest guy’s around.

  “Come on.” Again, he lifted me in his arms and put me in the water. I’d been afraid the temperature might have been too cold. It was just right. Everything about Cage was just right. Before I could sit down, he’d stepped in behind me and lowered us both down. The water rippled as we sat, a blanket of warm, wet comfort flowing over me. Us.

  He pulled me back against him, his arms wrapping around my middle. I know I went on and on about it—it’s not easy for a big girl to get over her inhibitions—but a month ago, I would have been embarrassed to find myself in this position with a man. Not now. I knew that he wanted me, enjoyed every dip and valley of my body.

  I felt how much he wanted me as his cock came alive under my ass but he didn’t say anything. Didn’t indicate he wanted me in any other way. He leaned back against the edge of the tub and pulled me closer. We let our legs float out before us, curling around each other. He lowered us further into the water until only our heads were above it. I closed my eyes and soaked in the moment. I didn’t know how long we sat there in silence. Simply touching.

  The adrenaline from the attack must have worn off because the next thing I knew Cage was whispering my name.

  “Abby. We need to get out.” His body moved beneath mine. At some point I had turned around and my face was cradled in the curve of his neck. Under the water, his hand stroked down my body from my shoulder to the curve of my hip.

  “What?” I blinked up at him, wondering for a moment where I was. Everything came rushing back in on me, crashing against me like the ocean waves outside the house. He helped me sit up and I was immediately chilled outside the warmth of the water. In seconds, he had both of us out of the tub and dried with a fluffy towel.

  A few more minutes and I was dressed in a pair of the new baby doll pajamas and tucked into my bed. Cage leaned over me, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “Sleep for a little while.”

  My eyes were already heavy. The scare of this morning combined with the relaxing warmth of the bath was enough to have me already half-way there. I snuggled against the pillow and allow myself to fall into the healing darkness of sleep.

  CAGE

  I couldn’t believe what had happened in the short time I’d been at the gym. I knew life could change on a dime. People became instant millionaires thanks to a set of lucky lotto numbers. A bullet could take the life of a soldier in a split second.

  And you fell in love with just one look.

  I dressed by rote, knowing what I was going to do could change my life irrevocably. Seeing that asshole on top of Abby on the beach had set something loose inside. Something that only tried to rise inside me while I was in the ring. An instinct so primal, so damn primordial I’d never given into it before.

  I was going to now.

  Bounding down the steps, I stopped short at the sight of Horace and Julie coming in the front door.

  “Hi there, son.” Horace’s face was wreathed in a happy smile. He’d started calling me son the second day I was here. I didn’t take offense to it because we both knew it was just a word, like hey, you. Neither of us had yet really embraced the familial connection we had.

  I wasn’t in any mood for chit chat. I climbed down the rest of the steps.

  As if sensing my mood, Julie spoke, casting me a worried glance. “We bought Chinese.” She held up four white boxes and I realized Horace had several more. There were no shopping bags.

  I returned her smile since she looked so much like Abby.

  Abby. The woman asleep upstairs. The woman who had almost been raped. On my watch. Anger rolled over me. “I need to go out. You might want to check on Abby after a while. She’s asleep now.”

  They both stopped on their way to the kitchen. “What happened?” There was no getting around the mother radar I realized.

  “She had a scare on the beach this morning. She’s in bed. I put her there.” I’d staked my claim, now it was up to Abby what she wanted to tell them about us and the attack. I knew the problem would be handled. Personally. I didn’t want to answer any more questions. I couldn’t.

  CHAPTER NINE

  CAGE

  I found Danny at the marina, about to get on a boat. Behind him were some members of the group that had appeared on Abby’s front porch that first day. And some new faces I hadn’t seen before. He’d managed to gather several more hanger-oners. Mostly giggly girls. I was pretty sure half of them weren’t even out of high school. Did any of these people realize they were using each other? Being used?

  Probably. And they didn’t care.

  I wasn’t surprised that he was still walking around. I hadn’t hit him nearly as hard as I’d wanted to. Abby had stopped me before I could do much damage. I was disappointed that the tide hadn’t carried the garbage out to sea.

  But she wasn’t here now.

  “Danny.” I stood on the deck, my legs braced, my fists clenched. He froze at the sound of his name.

  When he turned around, I was pleased to note his face did look bruised and battered from only a couple of punches. His lip was cut and he had two black eyes coming along nicely. If I wasn’t mistaken, I’d broken his nose.

  “Look, I didn’t mean—”

  I was on him in an instant, his shirt bunched in my hand before he could get the next word out of his fucking mouth. “You didn’t mean to do what? Try to rape Abby?”

  A blind rage overtook me when I remembered what could have happened if I hadn’t gotten to her in time. One punch followed another until I found myself bending over him, my fist hitting his face again and again until my knuckles split open. I knew I’d just fucked up any chance of competing in a fight if anyone got wind of this. The organization frowned on its boys fighting outside the ring.

  Seeing his bloody face, I knew I didn’t care. He was a piece of shit. I wiped my hand on the leg of my jeans and glanced up. Some of his posse had gathered at the back of the boat and looked down, a drink in their hands, and bored expression of their faces. No one had even yelled for me to stop, much less come to Danny’s defense. I saw no one’s cell phone out recording the beating or calling the police. Probably because no one gave a damn.

  I walked back home, letting the evening air roll over me, calm me. I didn’t want to go back to Abby like this, filled with angry energy. I wanted to hold her, savor the feel of her in my arms.

  As soon as I entered the house, I knew I wasn’t going to enjoy my anticipated night of sweet, slow loving. My father sat in the living room, the television muted. I hadn’t been raised by loving parents, but I knew enough about how a family worked to understand he’d been waiting up for me.

  He turned the television off as I closed the d
oor. “Cage. I’d like to talk to you please.”

  I walked forward, but didn’t come into the room. Instead I stood in the doorway. Waiting. My father was smarter than I gave him credit for. He didn’t insist that I sit down, nor did he rise to confront me. I didn’t know what would have happened if he had. That blast of raw power was still coursing through my blood.

  “What happened at the beach today?”

  “Abby was attacked.” No sense beating around the bush. He knew something bad had happened.

  “And?”

  “And, the rest you’ll have to ask Abby. It’s not my story to tell.” I didn’t know what I wanted her mother or Horace to know. All I knew was that I had taken care of the problem.

  His eyes flickered to the dark stain on my jeans. “Will I be getting a call from anyone later tonight?”

  “No.” I was confident as I spoke. Daniel really would be a dumb shit if he reported me. And, I knew his friends wouldn’t. They’d probably already forgotten about it. Plus, if the police did come around, it was my problem. Not Horace’s.

  He nodded his head once. I could tell he wanted to say more. Maybe it was time he did. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of beer. I handed him one and took a seat on the chair beside the fireplace. I remembered the day I shared with Abby right here, watching one corny chick-flick after another and loving every minute. My body ached for her again.

  “I didn’t know your mother had gotten pregnant.”

  I took a drink of my beer. He didn’t have to say the rest. Didn’t have to explain the fact that he’d fucked her once and left. I’d done it what seemed like a thousand times before.

  But there was one thing I had to know. “When did you find out?” If he had left me alone all those years—with her, and later in the system—I didn’t know if I could control the rage inside me.

  “A friend of your mother’s,” he started.

  I snorted. As far as I knew my mother didn’t have any friends. She only knew dealers and women who turned tricks on the side. Those just like her.