Infatuation: A Rebel Stepbrother Romance

by Phoenyx Slaughter

“Yeah, and I think she feels sorry for you,” I add, just to be helpful.

  “Big help,” Ella mutters under her breath, and I grin at her.

  “See you two later,” Stu says before taking off.

  “I better go take care of Summer.”

  I catch Ella’s hand before she takes a step. “You look beautiful. I wanted you to know that before things get crazy today.”

  Her lips part, and she swallows hard before answering. “Thank you.”

  Chapter Eight

  “Let’s get this party started!” Lena shouts as she enters the hallway we’re clustered in.

  The photographer motions us outside for photos.

  “I’m so nervous, Ella,” Summer whispers as I help her down the stairs.

  “Why?”

  “I love him so much. What if he doesn’t show up?”

  Laughter bubbles out of me. “Oh, honey. You have no idea how perfect you are for each other.”

  After a billion pictures, we proceed to the beach. It’s a quick ceremony. Nerves keep me from processing all of it. My shaky hands almost drop the wedding band, and I briefly panic that it will get swallowed up in the sand and be gone forever.

  But everything goes smoothly. As my two friends pledge their eternal love for each other, my gaze strays to Flynn. He’s so handsome, my head hurts.

  He winks, and my cheeks warm.

  After the ceremony, we party. The barbeque smells amazing, but I barely taste a thing.

  “Dance with me, lil’ sis,” Flynn asks. I’d been so lost in my thoughts, I didn’t hear his approach.

  He’s offering me his hand when I turn, but he doesn’t wait for me to take it. Instead, he grabs my hips and yanks me to him.

  “Wedding’s over, sweet stuff. Time for us to talk,” he whispers in my ear.

  His lips against my hair spark a fire inside me. “Flynn, no.”

  “Yes, Ella.”

  Over his shoulder, I spot Lena sneaking up behind Flynn. She wraps her arms around his waist. “Hey, baby.”

  His jaw clenches so tight, he can barely spit out, “Not now, Lena.”

  She storms off, and he turns back to me. “I’m sorry. Where were we?”

  “This morning, she told me you two spent the night together,” I say, just to see his reaction.

  His jaw drops. “Absolutely not. We’ve been over for a long time, Ella.”

  “I knew she was lying. She told us she spent the night in your room.”

  The grin returns to his face. “Oh, you should have led with that.”

  “I just wanted to see your reaction.”

  “No games, Ella. No more. You and—”

  Stu’s father interrupts to talk business. I politely excuse myself and head for the surf. Tiny waves trickle over my toes. After the stressful day, the cool, salty water refreshes me.

  “Are you cold?” Flynn calls out.

  Without turning around, I answer. “No. It feels good.”

  He slips his arms around my waist and pulls me tight against his chest. He props his chin on top of my head, and we stare out at the water together.

  After a few minutes of silence, his mouth brushes against my ear. “We’re finishing one of our kisses, Ella.”

  “Finish how?”

  His hands slide down to my hips so he can turn me to face him. “You know how.”

  My hands press against his chest, but of course, moving him back is impossible. My heart thumps wildly at the images his words conjure up.

  “You know that’s a bad idea.” The more I say it, the less convinced I am.

  “I know no such thing.”

  The air around us shifts. The breeze off the water turns to a chilling blanket around my shoulders. Cold radiates up from the sand.

  “Come on, you’re shivering.” His low voice knocks the fight out of me, and I nod. His arm wraps around my shoulders, pulling me close. God, how I love being close to him.

  We don’t speak on the way back to our room. We nod and say hello to guests as we pass them, but we don’t say a word to each other.

  Once we’re in our room, there are no words either. He leans forward and kisses me. All the excuses I came up with on the way here wash away when his lips touch mine.

  Soft kisses. But so different than the ones I remember from high school. Firmer than before. More commanding and sure.

  A groan slips out of my mouth before I can capture it. He answers with one of his own. His hands move to the back of my head, carefully undoing the barrettes holding my hair up.

  With gentle, teasing licks, he tastes me and I respond eagerly. My body takes over my mind, silencing all the reasons why this is a huge mistake.

  The longer we kiss and touch, the stronger the wave of arousal tugs at me. His kisses turn harder, his mouth more demanding, as he walks me backward until the bed hits the backs of my legs.

  His hands turn me, so he can work my zipper down, letting my dress pool at my feet. I step out of it and bend over to pick it up. Flynn takes the opportunity to clamp down on my hips, pulling my ass into his crotch so I can feel exactly how much he wants me.

  I toss my dress to the couch and stand up, pressed so tightly against his chest. His hands move up to cup my breasts.

  “Ella, you have no idea how many nights I’ve wanted you back in my arms,” he whispers.

  It will cost me too much to admit I’ve wanted the same thing.

  “Turn around.”

  Of course I do it. How could I not?

  I watch as he unbuttons his sleeves. Then he works the shirt loose, inch after inch of his firm chest revealed to my greedy eyes.

  “You looked good today,” I say.

  His mouth lifts in a half smile. “Thanks, sweet stuff.”

  Once he shrugs out of his shirt, his eyes meet mine again. I’m struck dumb by the tattoos coloring his chest, shoulders and halfway down his arms. Not thick, frat-boy, tribal arm bands. No, these are beautiful, intricate tribal lines, mixed with woven Celtic knots in shades of blue and black.

  “This must have taken forever,” I say, tracing my fingers over the designs.

  “Yes.”

  “You’re such a rebel. Your father will kill you. Isn’t it bad for the corporate image?”

  A pained smile flashes across his face. “Not that much of a rebel. I can still hide it under my pretentious suits.”

  I pull my gaze from his ink to his face. “It’s a secret, between you and—”

  “You and me, Ella. Say it.” The set of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes both frightens and excites me.

  “Whatever this is, won’t last beyond this weekend.”

  He chuckles, low and dark. A blip of fear skips through me. “Wrong again, lil’ sister.”

  I ignore his comment and watch as he works open his belt. My eyes briefly shut. The ticking of his zipper makes me open them. He’s magnificent, even more so than I remember, because he’s a man now. Every muscle and line defined. Snug boxer-briefs hide what I remember was an impressive package.

  I’ve been staring at him for so long, I forgot that I’m still in my underwear. He cocks an eyebrow at me, then reaches around to unhook my bra. Before I can protest or give my okay, he drops it on the floor.

  “You’re even more beautiful than I remember.”

  It’s a simple compliment, but it rocks me anyway.

  We end up tangled on the bed together, his hands everywhere—in my hair, running over my shoulder, cupping my breasts. Too many places. Too many sensations.

  I still have my panties on, and it adds an obscene element. Especially when his fingers dip under the material. My body jumps, hips arching without my permission, to offer myself to his seeking fingers.

  His sure, steady touch elicits a quivering in my body. He never pauses in his travels to get where he wants. “Spread your legs, Ella,” he commands. My legs open automatically.

  While his fingers graze my lips, he leans in and takes another kiss. One finger slips inside, dragging my wetness hi
gher. I gasp and hiss, breaking our lip lock when he reaches my clit. He’s barely touching, circling gently, but the building pressure almost hurts in its intensity.

  “I remember how sensitive you are.” He groans. “But this won’t be two clueless kids fumbling around, Ella. Are you ready for that?”

  I can’t find any words to answer him, but I moan. His mouth presses against the column of my neck, licking, tasting, even nipping my skin. “This time I’ll fuck you so thoroughly, you’ll never run from me again.”

  “I—I didn’t,” I stammer out.

  “Not at first. But later? Yes, you did.”

  He adds more pressure and I gasp. My hands circle his forearm, holding him tightly, either asking for more or trying to push him away. I’m not sure.

  His words break my heart. Leaving him wasn’t a choice I made willingly.

  Six fucking years to get back inside Ella. I’m not fucking around when I explain she’s not leaving me again. I’ll make her understand, even if I have to keep her tied to my bed for another six years.

  Her pussy responds beautifully to me, squeezing the fuck out of the one finger I slide in. Wet sounds surrounds us when I work in another finger. “So tight, Ella. How am I ever going to fit my cock in there?” I tease her.

  She laughs and reaches down to squeeze my dick. With my free hand, I remove hers. “Not yet.”

  Slowly, I remove my fingers, gliding up to circle her clit again. Gentle swipes, each time moving a little closer to her sensitive nub. I can be a sadistic bastard when I want to be. I won’t give her what she wants until she begs for it, and even then I plan to take my time.

  If someone interrupts us tonight, I swear to fuck, they’re getting tossed out the window.

  I give her a little more until she whimpers, then I withdraw, making her want it, then denying her. Only when she screams for mercy or admits she’s mine, will I allow her release. Not before.

  Her explosion will be that much sweeter.

  Holding myself back isn’t an option. I lean in and take a taste, scraping my teeth over her nipples—first one, then the other, sucking them into my mouth and teasing with my tongue. Her hands plow into my hair, grabbing and holding. My little Ella’s strong, but the tugging sensation only gets me harder.

  Easily, I capture her by the wrists and pin her to the mattress. She squirms under me.

  “Please.”

  There it is.

  She moans in frustration when I let go of her breast.

  “Please, what?”

  “I, uh, uh.” Her eyes close, and her head rolls to the side.

  “Say it. Tell me what you need, Ella.”

  “Please,” she cries out in frustration.

  “Say it,” I growl against her throat.

  She whimpers. “I’m so close.”

  “Close to what?”

  “Coming. Please make me come.”

  Perfect. Fucking beautiful. Exactly what I needed to hear.

  “This is what happens next, Ella. You’ll come on my hand.” I pump my fingers in her a little harder to emphasize my point. “Hear how wet you are?”

  She scrunches her nose, as if the details of what we’re in the middle of embarrass her. Too fucking bad.

  “Tell me.”

  “Yes.”

  “After that, I’m kissing my way down your body, then shoving my face against that perfect cunt of yours.”

  She moans, either at the filthy words or the way I’m steadily working in and out of her with my fingers—doesn’t really matter which.

  “I’m going to lick you until you come on my tongue. Do you remember the first time I did that for you?”

  “God, yes.”

  “Then I’m going to finally slide inside you and when I say so, you’re going to come on my dick.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Oh, yes you can. Are we clear?”

  She babbles out a lot of high-pitched, nonsensical words. Close enough to yes for me.

  I loosen my hold on her wrists and grip her face, turning her so she meets my eyes. “Come,” I order.

  She tries to maintain eye contact for as long as possible. But in the end, at that moment where my thumb slides over her clit one last time, her eyes roll back in her head, her mouth opens, and her back arches. A strangled, broken cry escapes her lips.

  It’s perfect. Just like her.

  Chapter Nine

  “Oh my God, Flynn. I can’t. No more.” My pleas fall on deaf ears as he kisses and sucks a trail down my body.

  His head tips up. “Look at me. What did I say?”

  “I know, but—”

  “No buts. Fingers. Tongue. Cock. One down, two to go, sweet stuff.”

  Shit. I don’t remember him being so bossy. If he spoke to me this way anywhere else, I’d probably smack him. For a second, my temper flares green and hot. Who’s he been practicing with these last six years?

  Even as fumbling teenagers, he’d been good. But this, who he is today . . . what he’s doing to me right now? A whole new level.

  Carefully, he hooks his fingers in the elastic of my sensible undies and drags them down my legs. That simple act unleashes a rush of arousal.

  My mind blanks as his hands grip my thighs, shoving them wide. At first I struggle. It’s embarrassing to have him staring at me like this.

  “No, Ella. Mine. Every beautiful inch of you is mine. No hiding.”

  His head dips, and I shriek at the first lick, still sensitive from the sweet torture of his fingers. His tongue sweeps over me again, lighter this time.

  Slowly, he works me back up until I have no choice but to come again.

  “That’s two,” he says with a glistening smirk.

  “I can’t take any more.”

  “Too bad.”

  He kisses his way up my body until he’s looming over me.

  “Flynn, I can’t even. You’re so . . . beautiful.”

  The stupid compliment seems to please him. “Not as beautiful as you.”

  His lips find mine as he lowers himself over my body. “Taste yourself on me,” he whispers, and I nod.

  Somewhere down there, he lost his boxer briefs, so the hard, hot length of him presses against my thighs. My legs part, and he settles between them. His mouth goes to my throat, softly kissing and sucking. He grinds against me, teasing me with only a bit of friction from his bare cock.

  “Flynn? Condom?”

  “Yes, Ella.” He reaches out to the night stand and tugs the drawer open. After a brief search, he pulls out his prize and rips it open.

  “Did you? Were you planning—”

  “Planning to fuck you this weekend? It crossed my mind,” he says without a hint of shame as he slips the latex over his impressive size.

  The ache between my legs grows to an unbearable pressure. I need him to relocate about an inch lower and bury himself inside me.

  I had a few relationships in college. A few awkward, fumbling hook-ups. No one who lasted more than a couple months. They couldn’t, because I’d given my heart, soul and virginity to my stepbrother at sixteen, and no one else would ever measure up.

  He brushes the head of his cock between my lips, watching for my reaction. My breath stutters. The teasing has gone on too long. The fierce, possessive fire in his eyes intensifies my need while also terrifying me. He knows exactly what I want, but he’s still determined to make me beg for it.

  “What do you want, Ella?” he rasps out, his hot breath racing over my cheek.

  “You.”

  “What do you want me to do?” he asks as he presses the head of his cock to my wet opening. My eyes close, but he grips my face until I meet his gaze. The intensity of his stare demands an answer.

  But dragging this out also excites me, because I know when I finally get what we both want, it will be explosive.

  He slides another inch in, and I inhale a sharp breath.

  “Tell me, Ella,” he orders. His mouth grazes mine. “Tell me, or I’ll go finish myself off in
the bathroom. Alone.”

  “You wouldn’t,” I gasp.

  “Try me.” He groans as he presses back inside, only far enough to make me crazy.

  “You. Your cock. In me. Fuck me until I come.”

  “Aw, Christ,” he groans as he thrusts hard, filling me to the hilt. “Fuck, Ella.”

  My hands grasp at his shoulders, holding on as he withdraws and slams back into me hard enough to shove me up the bed. Next, a long, slow withdrawal and a torturous slide in. Long, lazy fucks that make me sob with relief.

  Every thrust, every touch proves how right he is. I’m his. There’s no one else who owned my soul the way he did. My legs wrap around his powerful body, feet resting on his ass. He increases his pace, and the slick sounds of our bodies moving together no longer embarrasses me.

  I’ve never been able to come this way. And after the two orgasms he’s already given me, I’m not expecting a third. But the heat slowly builds as he maintains his steady rhythm.

  “Oh, Flynn. I’m so close,” I whisper, surprising myself.

  He covers my mouth, kissing me deep and rough. My core pulses around him and my body tenses. I shake loose from our kiss to beg him. “Don’t stop.”

  So close. He braces his hands on either side of my head and goes at me full force. Quick, fast, forceful strokes. He’s determined to see me fall apart, and a few seconds later, I do. Pleasure rips through me and he continues to fuck me through my orgasm. His muscular hips keep pumping into me, and his face locks up as he groans through his own release. When our eyes meet again, his are no less wild than before. He takes my mouth in a long kiss as his hips slow their movements. He falls down over me, gathering me in his arms.

  Our ragged breaths mingle and we stay tangled together for a few long minutes.

  The electricity that still sizzles between us means something. He’s right—there’s no going back from here, but I don’t know how we can possibly move forward either.

  Now that Ella understands her place in my life, I sleep like a rock. In the morning, I plan to fuck her all over again, but I find her side of the bed empty and cold.

  “Hell, fucking no,” I mutter as I snap the blankets back and slide out of bed.