Smash: A Stepbrother MMA Romance (Includes bonus novel Rock Hard!)

by Hamel, B. B.

“Maybe,” I said. “Or maybe I want to taste that wet pussy first.”

  “I’ll go. Get out.”

  I grinned at her. “You sure you don’t want me to get you off? I bet your body is begging for it right now.”

  “Out.”

  “Your loss.” I turned and left, laughing quietly to myself. I couldn’t help but tease her mercilessly. I loved the way she responded to me, denying in her words but begging in her body language.

  My cock was practically tearing through my shorts, but I didn’t care. That was the reason I was sticking around. The look on her fucking cute-as-hell face, that perfect body, those lips, those eyes, that everything. I needed another taste. I was going to get another taste.

  Maybe the dinner was the perfect place to show her exactly what she wanted.

  “Car’s here,” I said, knocking on her door.

  “Just a minute!”

  I leaned up against the wall. “How are you not ready yet?”

  “I said, just a minute!”

  I laughed and shook my head. Finally, after a few minutes she opened the door and stepped out into the hall.

  I took a sharp breath. Her dress was the perfect shade of blue, and it made her light skin and pale eyes stand out so much more. It showed just enough cleavage to have me fucking hard already, but not enough to make our parents complain.

  “Not too bad,” I said, looking her up and down.

  “Can it,” she said. “Let’s go.”

  I followed her down the hall and out front, feeling a little stiff in my tuxedo. I hadn’t worn it in a long time, but it still fit. Alex’s ass swayed as we moved toward the front door, and I grinned to myself as we approached my final surprise for the night.

  “Where’s the car?” she asked as we got out front.

  “There.” I pointed.

  “No way.”

  I nodded, grinning hugely. “Yes way.”

  Parked out front was my mother’s 1970 Shelby Mustang GT350 in bright yellow. I had to admit, I wasn’t much of a car guy, but there was something about classic muscle cars that was just so damn cool.

  “Whose car is that?”

  “Cindy’s. I’m using it for the evening.” I walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for her. “Your carriage awaits.”

  She smiled despite herself and got inside. I closed the door softly and walked around to the other side.

  “I have to admit,” she said, “this is kind of cool.”

  I hit the ignition and the car roared to life. “Hell yeah it is.”

  “Let’s do it.”

  I hit play on the tape player and Blue Oyster Cult’s “Don’t Fear the Reaper” came blaring through the speakers as I hit the gas and sped out into traffic.

  She laughed loudly as I wove my way toward the suburbs and the banquet hall where the dinner was being held. I was surprised that she seemed to love driving fast as much as I did. The cool night air flooded in through the open windows, and although it whipped our hair around, hers coming undone from the fancy updo she clearly had worked on, she never once complained. In fact, she turned the music up louder and rolled her window down lower.

  I was in awe. Part of me had wanted to mess with her, but my plan was backfiring. Clearly, there was more to Alexa than I had thought.

  Attractive stepsister slash wife at my side, we sped through the cool California night, whipping wide around slower cars, rubber screeching over pavement, the stars coming in through the past and exiting further into it.

  We enjoyed the ride in silence, not bothering to try to make small talk. We got to the banquet hall much sooner than I had expected, though, and I was a little disappointed that I had to stop driving. I would have loved to keep going with her by my side, but duty called. I parked and helped her out, and we walked into the venue together. We found our place cards and wove our way through the surprisingly large crowd.

  “Alexa!” Frank said as we approached, clearly surprised as we made our way to the table. “What are you doing here?”

  “Cindy demanded we come,” I explained.

  He nodded, smiling. “Well, I’m glad you’re both here.”

  We took our seats at the head table as Frank returned to his conversation with another old white dude. I felt completely out of place among the stuffy rich people, but Alexa seemed totally fine. In fact, she shook hands and smiled like she was born for it.

  I knocked back my drink and gestured for one of the staff to bring me another. I might as well try to enjoy myself if I was going to have to endure that all night long.

  “You’re good at this,” I grunted into Alexa’s ear after a half hour. She smiled at me.

  “It’s easy. Just don’t act like a jerk and you’re fine.”

  “I’m being pleasant.”

  “Drinking too much and grunting at everyone is pleasant?”

  “Is for me.”

  “At least try, Cole.”

  Before I could come up with some witty retort, my mother walked onstage and the crowd slowly quieted.

  “Ladies and gentlemen,” she said, “thank you for coming.” The crowd applauded politely. “There have been huge changes here with Semingo, as everyone knows. When Semiotics Inc. and Blingo merged last year, nobody was sure where that would lead. What was a major producer of computer components doing merging with a software company? Well,” she said with a flourish, “now you all know.”

  The crowd clapped louder.

  “I don’t know,” I whispered to Alexa.

  “Semingo. New company,” she whispered back.

  I shrugged, my eyes glazing over as my mother continued her presentation. It followed the standard formula of thanking the shareholders, the board members, and every other old and rich and important member of the company. Next she talked logistics, going over numbers and such, and finally she ended with projections.

  It was all well and good but boring as hell. I tuned it out after ten minutes, and then suddenly a spotlight was shining directly on Alexa and me.

  Alex was giving me a look, and I glanced up from my drink. People were staring, and Alex was standing. I ambled to my feet and raised my glass to the room, smirking.

  “Our children, everyone,” Cindy said. “Frank and I are so proud of them and are so happy they could be here.”

  Scattered applause. We sat back down. Alexa scowled at me. “You’re doing more harm than good.”

  “Maybe,” I grunted.

  And the speeches continued. When Cindy was finished, she rejoined our table, shooting me looks. It was easy to ignore her when Alexa was so damn distracting by my side.

  We were forced to sit through increasingly dull people talk about increasingly mindless things. Even Alex was looking a little haggard at the end of the first hour.

  “Hey,” I whispered in her ear. “Let’s get out of here.”

  “We can’t leave,” she said. “It’s not over yet.”

  “Won’t leave,” I said back. “We’ll just take a break.”

  She gave me a dubious look. “I don’t know.”

  “Come on. I can tell you’re ready to claw your own eyes out.”

  I stood up as the speaker finished onstage. She had a moment of indecision, and then she quickly stood to follow me. As the people clapped and the staff bustled to freshen drinks as the next speaker set up, we skirted around the edges of the large banquet hall. We came up toward the bar, and as we passed I grabbed a bottle of whisky, pushing it into my jacket. I quickly went out an emergency exit and into a stairwell before anyone noticed.

  Alexa was right on my heels. “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see.” I took a slug of the whisky as we climbed up the steps. I could hear the clacking of her heels on the concrete steps as she followed me.

  “Did you steal that?” she asked.

  “It’s an open bar.”

  “Give it here.”

  I handed her back the bottle and she took a swig, making a face. “Whisky is gross.”

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sp; “It’s an acquired taste.”

  “Shouldn’t things just, like, taste good? And not have to be acquired?”

  I shrugged. “Sometimes the best things seem bad at first. Come on.”

  We reached the top of the stairs and I pushed out the door.

  “Wow,” Alexa whispered.

  I had to agree. The door led out onto the roof, and the view of the bay was incredible. We were pretty high, and the night sky was clear, so everything was visible. We walked over to the edge and leaned up against the brick, looking out over the water.

  “Beats that shit downstairs,” I said.

  “I have to agree with you there.”

  “Think your dad will be pissed we left?”

  “What do you care?”

  “Guess I don’t.”

  I took a sip of the whisky. I had never loved San Francisco that much before I left the states, but I had to admit that it was pretty beautiful. Sure as hell beat the shit out of the stinking Thai jungle.

  “Why don’t you and your mom get along?” Alex asked suddenly. “Too much of a bad boy to be nice to mommy?”

  I laughed, looking at her. “Not exactly.”

  “Then why?”

  “Does it matter? You just want a divorce from me.”

  “I guess not. But we’ll still be stepsiblings after the divorce.”

  I leaned closer to her. “I tell you something, and then you have to tell me something. Deal?”

  “Fine. Deal.”

  “Cindy is an intense woman, but you’ve noticed that by now. She’s been pushing me hard ever since I was a young kid. When my dad died, it only got worse. When I decided I’d rather go into fighting than business, I guess I disappointed her. She hasn’t let me forget that since.”

  “That sounds hard. But it’s not like she doesn’t love you.”

  “Love,” I snorted. “Love doesn’t win Cindy any influence or power, and that’s all she cares about.”

  “What about my dad, then?”

  I shrugged, not wanting to tell her the truth, that Cindy was probably just using her dad. “Freak accident, maybe.” I moved closer to her, passing her the bottle back. “My turn to ask a question.”

  She sighed. “Okay. Go for it.”

  “Why did you marry me?”

  I watched her mouth drop slightly as I moved closer to her. She looked away, red coming into her cheeks. “I didn’t think it was real,” she said.

  “That’s bullshit. I know that.”

  She was quiet for a minute and took a swig of the whisky, making another disgusted face. “I thought you were hot, okay? And fun. Exciting. We were in paradise, you know?”

  “Hot?” I whispered, practically on top of her.

  “Yeah.” Her lips were slightly parted, and her tongue ran over her bottom lip.

  I knew what that meant. She wanted me to bite her gently, right there, and cup her ass.

  “You liked the way I made you feel,” I said.

  “Maybe,” she whispered.

  Our bodies were inches apart. The only sound was her breathing deeply, in and out, in and out, and I thought I could feel the heat coming off her skin.

  “You liked that I made you feel alive. You liked having my tongue slip up against your clit until you screamed.”

  She took a sharp breath as I grabbed her hips, pulling her against me. “I did at the time.”

  “You still think about it every day.”

  “No,” she said, shaking her head.

  “Don’t deny it. You’re soaked now, like you’ve been soaked every time I’m near you.”

  “What happened was just a vacation fling.”

  “I don’t think so,” I said. “I’ve had flings before. You want more of it.”

  My eyes locked on hers, and she tilted her head slightly to one side, practically inviting me in with her mouth. I knew what she wanted, and I wanted it too. I wanted to take every inch of her, tear off that fucking tease of a dress and stick my cock deep inside her tight fucking pussy. I wanted to make her scream out over the bay.

  “It was a mistake,” she said, half whisper and half gasp.

  “Nothing was a mistake.” My mouth was so close to hers that I could taste her minty breathe.

  “All of it.”

  And then I kissed her, hard and fast. A buzz ran through my skull and body, and my cock pressed up against her crotch, our bodies intertwined. She threw herself into the kiss as much as I did.

  And then we heard a voice. It tore us out of the moment as quickly as we had thrown ourselves into it. “Alexa?” It was a young woman’s voice, and Alex threw herself away from me like I was made of flames.

  “Alexa?” the voice came again.

  “Over here,” Alex said, trying to put herself together.

  I gave her a look. “This isn’t over.”

  She glared at me. “Yes, it is.”

  A young woman, maybe a few years older than us and wearing a conservative black dress, walked over. Her blond hair was pulled up into a bun, and she was wearing thick-rimmed black glasses and holding what looked like an address book. She completely ignored me, addressing Alexa.

  “Your father is looking for you.”

  “Oh,” she said, flustered. “Okay. Thanks.”

  The girl looked at me. “Cole.”

  I nodded at her, not sure who she was. She turned and walked quickly back toward the party.

  “Who the hell was that?” I asked.

  “Your mom’s assistant. You don’t remember meeting her earlier?”

  I shook my head, bemused. “Nope. Not at all.”

  “Her name is Madison, and I’m pretty sure she saw us kissing.”

  I raised my eyebrow at Alex. “I doubt that.”

  “You asshole,” she hissed and smacked my arm. “You can’t just kiss me whenever you want to.”

  “I think you kissed me, sis.”

  “Oh my god. Don’t call me that. Not right now.” She walked away, breathing deeply. “What the fuck am I doing?” she said to herself.

  “Don’t get too twisted. There’s no way she saw anything. It’s too dark out here.”

  Alex turned back toward me. “Whatever. What do you even care? You don’t care about anything but yourself.”

  I narrowed my eyes, frowning. “Okay. Sure.”

  She sighed. “Let’s get back to the dinner.”

  “If that’s what you want, that’s fine with me.”

  She stormed off without another word, back toward the stairwell.

  I watched her go and picked up the bottle she had left behind. I took a deep swig, sighing to myself.

  The girl was a damn pain in my ass. One second she was practically begging for it, and the next she was storming off like I fucking grew a second head.

  Still, that fucking kiss. It was unreal. Never before in my life had I felt something hit me like that. Her taste, her body, it all mingled in my brain like a shot of crack straight to my gray matter.

  I took another swig, hard as fuck. I needed to gather myself before I rejoined the boring-as-hell party downstairs.

  That girl was a problem. Although I told Alex that she hadn’t seen anything, I wasn’t so sure. I resolved to look into that Madison girl a little bit, find out if she harbored any grudges against my mother.

  Knowing Cindy, though, I was willing to bet poor Madison had a laundry list of complaints.

  Erection subsided, I walked down the steps and rejoined the festivities. Dinner was being served finally, and Alex was deep in conversation with her dad and another older gentleman. I deposited the bottle back at the bar, giving the barman a little grin, and returned to my seat next to my stepsister.

  Actually, next to my wife.

  The night after that was a blur of formalities. I said hello to whoever my mother introduced me to, and I smiled nicely at everyone else. I was on my best behavior, not bothering to act like a pain in the ass.

  Finally, people began to filter out of the hall. Alex wasn’t speakin
g to me, but she wasn’t exactly ignoring me, either. That was fine; I was drained and didn’t feel like playing games, anyway.

  But as soon as we got out into the parking lot, a disheveled-looking man approached us. At first I tensed, ready to fight him off, assuming he was a mugger. But quickly I realized that he was holding a camera, not a gun.

  “Cole Redson? Alexa Carter?” Alexa stopped and stared at him.

  I grabbed her elbow and pulled her along. “What the hell?” she hissed at me.

  “Reporter,” I answered.

  “What do you think about your parents’ marriage?” he called out, taking pictures. “Are you aware of the allegations against them?”

  “No comment,” I growled at the guy.

  People were staring as I hauled Alexa behind me. I noticed two big dudes in suits and earpieces walking toward us.

  “Cole, do you think your mother is a cold, careerist bitch?”

  I stopped dead in my tracks and let go of Alexa’s arm.

  “What did you say?” I asked the guy.

  “Do you think your mother is using Alexa’s father for success?”

  “Before that,” I growled.

  “Is your mother a cold bitch?” he asked, sneering at me.

  I stepped forward and swung my fist faster than he could think. I struck him directly in the jaw, clattering his teeth. He dropped like I had pressed the off switch on a robot.

  Alexa gasped. The two security guys showed up just in time.

  “Are you okay, sir?” the one asked me.

  “Fine,” I said, turning away. “Come on,” I said to Alexa, grabbing her again.

  “Is he okay?” she asked.

  “Fuck him.”

  We got into the car and I started the engine. Alexa was staring at me, wide-eyed, obviously shocked by what I had just done. I knew that shit was going to be in the papers tomorrow, or maybe just the tabloids if I was lucky. Maybe even I was going to have some charges pressed against me.

  “Why would you do that?” Alexa asked as I pulled out into traffic.

  “My mother may be a bitch,” I said, “but only I get to say so.”

  She stared at me for a second and then burst out laughing, shaking her head.

  I couldn’t help but grin myself, and I laughed along with her.

  We sped back toward her dad’s house, moving through the night.