Surge : A Stepbrother Romance

by Smiles, Jenni

  “Hm,” I mutter.

  My father smiles. “I can say to you only this, for whatever reason, don’t let the good ones walk away.”

  I watched as my father dramatically got up and walked away. He was as always right. Sam was a hell of a good woman and I was not treating her the right way. If she wants to teach me how to surf, why should I not let her? She is a great teacher and I can use the support now more than ever. What I needed was to apologise to her, before it was too late.

  “Don’t live your life with regrets, son. It’s not what you do for a living. It’s how you do your living.”

  Sometimes, I hated his wisdom, but there is no denying he’s right. I owe a debt to Sam, and I need to repay that. I pick up the phone to text her.

  “Sam, meet me tomorrow for breakfast? I want and need to see you.”

  The response comes swiftly.

  “OK”

  I’m about to call it a night and go to bed when I realize that now is the right time to see Sam. I walk to my car and drive over to Sam’s house. All the way there, I think of her bright smile and beautiful eyes. I feel like a heel for the way I treated her, and realize that I never even thanked her for all of the help she had given me throughout this whole ordeal. There’s much I have to be ashamed of, but the worst part is how ungrateful I’ve been.

  I pull up to Sam’s house rehearsing what it was I was going to say to her. Sam, I wanted to thank you… No, no. Sam, I think I am in love with you… Ugh. Forget it. I’ll just wing it.

  Slinging myself out of the car isn’t as easy as it used to be due to my weak leg. I have been able to stand with a little help from my arms, however. I walk up to the door and ring the bell. Sam answers wearing a robe.

  “Mick, what are you doing here?”

  “I know it’s late, but I had to come and see you.”

  “Well, now is not a really good time.”

  “I know, but this won’t take long. I wanted to tell you…”

  A man’s voice rang out. “Sam? Who is it? Who’s at the door?” He came up behind Sam, wearing nothing but boxer shorts, and put his hand on her shoulder. “Can we help you?”

  Chapter 22 Samantha – Family Brawl

  “Can we help you?”

  The look on Mick’s face is one of astonishment. I know what he’s thinking, and part of me wants to let him suffer a while before I tell him. Mick has been such an asshole to me lately it’s a tempting thought.

  “Who the fuck is this guy?!”

  “Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you?”

  Before I can stop it, the boys erupt into a shoving match. My brother shoves Mick back hard, knocking him to the floor. Mick scampers up on his bum leg just in time to get punched right in the face.

  “Mick!” I lunge down to the ground and hold onto him. Mick tries hard to shrug me off.

  “He’s my cousin. You guys just haven’t met before. Mick, this is Greg.”

  Mick’s face reddens. “Oh, shit. Sorry. I didn’t know who he was. I thought…”

  Greg shakes his head. “Nah, it’s my fault, Mick. Come in, please.”

  I rush to the kitchen to get Mick some ice for his nose as Greg stands watch, obviously feeling quite badly. Greg has been a little overprotective of me since he heard about my latest run-in with John.

  “Greg, why don’t you head off to bed? I’m okay.”

  “No problem,” he says, giving Mick an apologetic nod as he shuts the door and pads down the hall.

  I turn to my stepbrother. “Mick, what are you doing here? I didn’t expect you to come.”

  “I know, Sam, but I had to see you. I had to let you know how I feel. Sam, you are an amazing woman, and there is nothing that I want more then to spend time with you and get to know you. The last few months have been very hard on me, and I have done nothing to consider your feelings. I think I love you, Sam. In fact, I’m sure of it.”

  My eyes water. “Oh, Mick…”

  I rush in for a kiss, and he is only too happy to meet my lips. His breath falls heavy on my ears as the two of us get caught up in the moment. He clutches and grabbed at every part of me, so feverish it feels like he has more than just two hands. We’re not worried about Greg coming back into the room. This is passion at its most raw.

  Flinging off my robe, I watch as Mick flings his shirt off, exposing his masculine frame. He then picks me up and throws me onto the kitchen table with a thump. Mick tugs and pulls at my panties, slowly and methodically. Now positioned between my legs, he drags a chair up like he’s at a buffet and dives headlong into my most private of areas.

  Mick twirls his tongue, teasing my clit with the tip. With his left hand, he pushes open my flower, thrusting his tongue deeper inside me. He slowly manipulates my clit with his fingers, alternating between using them and his tongue. Then he sucks on my clit while shoving his fingers inside me. I cover my mouth to prevent myself from moaning too loud, but the sensation is almost too much to bear.

  Mick slides his hands up my sides, slowly working his way to my breasts. Every part of me aches for him. Every inch of me tingles under his touch. He grabs my breasts ferociously and starts to squeeze and pull. My body is on fire. I moan while shoving my hips up to his mouth. Then, just like that, he’s gone.

  I open my eyes to see where he is. Mick is pulling down his shorts, revealing his magnificent frame. His cock is ready and stands at attention for me. I love the look of his cock. It always stands so hard and so proud. Mick doesn’t have any hair on his cock at all, which makes it look even better.

  Mick slides the chair away with his foot right before he enters me, and reaching behind him, I pull him in closer to get every inch. Mick places his arms on either side of my body and starts pumping into me even faster. He leans down and began to kiss me, as I feel the fire burgeoning in my core. I am so close to climax, but I don’t want the feeling to stop. Now I am past the point of no return. As he kisses me, I come hard with his lips on mine.

  Mick continues to pump into me as I wrap my arms around him. It feels so good to have him inside me. As I let go, the impulse comes upon me to grab his nipples. His face immediately changes expressions as he starts to shake violently, coming deep inside me. Mick collapses on top of me, breathing heavily. I stroke his back for a minute until he stands up.

  “Stay with me tonight, Mick.”

  He smiles. “I would like nothing more.”

  I lead Mick by the hand to my room, and as we lay down to sleep, I realize that tomorrow I’m having my first ultrasound. Mick and I have not spoken about the prospect of a child between us, and I’m unsure whether he’s happy, sad, or even interested at all. One thing’s for sure: I have to tell him. I have to let him know and at least give him the opportunity to come and see his baby.

  I fall asleep with some difficulty that night, thinking very heavily about the conversation I will have to have with Mick in the morning.

  ***

  “Sam. Sam, wake up.”

  “What is it, Mick?”

  “You said to me a while ago that you were pregnant, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, I did, Mick.”

  I had no idea he had even thought or considered the words that were spoken to him. Knowing it was on his mind made it all the more sweet. Was he actually interested in being a part of this?

  “Well, what is happening with that?”

  My ultrasound was the next day, but I wasn’t sure I wanted him to come. I needed to understand if he was committed to helping me or if he was just not going to be there at all. Mick has changed a lot in the past few months, but has he changed enough. I resolved to give him as few details as possible, but again my mouth betrayed me,

  “I have an ultrasound tomorrow, if you want to come.”

  “I think I do. I want to be a part of all of this.”

  “Oh! I love you, Mick.”

  He says something after that, but I cannot remember what it is. I am half-asleep, and I barely even remember the conversation, but I know I want him
to be there—and I’m so happy that he wants to be there, too.

  Chapter 23 Samantha - Rude Awakening

  There’s a banging on the door, which wakes us all up with a start. I groggily get up and shuffle to the door with my brother right behind me. As I open it, I see a stranger on the other side.

  “Where’s Mick?” he asks me.

  I blink at him. “Who the hell are you?”

  “I’m Jaime, his manager. I have spent a great deal of time and money to find him. Now, where is he?”

  “I’m right here, Jaime. What do you want?”

  “You and I have a lot to discuss.”

  “It will have to wait. I’m retiring.”

  “Not according to my contract, you’re not.”

  Mick narrows his eyes. “What?”

  “You have a contractual obligation to pay me out what you owe me, in terms of managerial fees. There is a clause in our contract that should you retire, you will have to pay me the balance of the endorsements for the remainder of the term. You should have talked to me, Mick. We could have sorted this whole thing out.”

  Mick snorts. “Hey, Jaime. Sue me.”

  “Don’t you worry, I plan to.”

  “Get out, Jaime. We’re done here.”

  “You are gonna regret this. If you don’t show up to next month’s competition, I will assume you retired from surfing. I made you into what you are, and you owe me everything!”

  Mick looks at Greg. “Greg, can you take out this trash?”

  My brother smiles. “I thought you would never ask.”

  With one arm, Greg lifts Jaime and throws him out the door. I often forget how strong my cousin is. There’s no question, though—he’s a large, mean man.

  As the door closes, I go over to Mick. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine, just in for a bunch of trouble with that guy. If anyone’s a shark, it’s him. It seems the attack continues.”

  “There has to be something in your contract about an inability to compete due to injury.”

  Mick shrugs. “I am sure there is, but that is not important right now, we have a baby to see.”

  Greg looks confused, “What?!”

  Mick grins sheepishly at me. “Uh, sorry. I guess you haven’t told him yet.”

  “No, not yet,” I sigh. “Hush-hush, here, Greg. It’s too early to know anything yet, but we will let you know right after our appointment this morning.”

  “Uh… okay.” He’s a strong guy, that is true, but not the sharpest tool in the shed. I love him just the same.

  Mick and I get dressed and drive to the hospital for my appointment. While we’re waiting in the lobby, Mick asks me a question.

  “Sam, will you teach me how to surf?”

  “What?! I thought you were the best surfer in the world and didn’t need my help?”

  “Listen, this is not easy for me, and I have given it a lot of thought. I need to go to that competition next month. Not for the money, or the contractual obligation, or the pride. I need to go because I need to prove to myself I can. Surfing makes me who I am. So, Sam, I ask you again: can you teach me how to surf?”

  “Ms. Therian?” the nurse calls. That’s me. What a time to interrupt a conversation.

  I look up at her. “Yes?”

  “We are ready for you now.”

  For now, Mick’s question is going unanswered, but some things on a day like today take priority. He shoots me an excited smile and follows me into the ultrasound room. I lie down and wait for the nurse to come in. My thoughts are of the little bean growing inside of me. I have only ever thought of how much I want a family and now it seems, in this messed up way, I’m going to have one. It’s not a perfect scenario, but I believe it will be soon enough.

  By the time the nurse comes in, my heart is racing. I try to slow down my breathing, but I’m having a hard time controlling myself. The nurse is a kind-looking woman and she shoots me an obligatory smile as she sits down and prepares her tools.

  “First time, I take it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, just relax. Everything is going to be fine.”

  Mick, who is at the end of the table, looks a little bored, but he leans over from the end of the bed and strokes my leg. The nurse begins searching for the baby with her ultrasound tool. She looks left and looks right, but nothing comes up on the screen. She strains, but there’s nothing there.

  “What’s going on?”

  “Nothing to worry about, my dear. The baby is just very small, at this point. I’m going to have to go inside.”

  She takes out another wand and explains to me the procedure. As she inserts it, it’s more than a little uncomfortable. Still, there is nothing there. A tear slips down my cheek. All at once, a flicker appears on the screen. It’s small, but I see it. I can only assume it’s a heartbeat.

  “Is that…”

  “Yes, that is your baby’s heartbeat.”

  “Oh, my God.”

  Looking over to Mick’s face, I can see he’s crying, too. I want to hug him, but I’m a little bit occupied at the moment. Once she removes the apparatus, Mick runs up to me and hugs me. We both sob in each other’s arms. So much bad has happened to us both in the past few months. A little bit of good news is exactly what we need. The nurse excuses herself, saying something that neither of us are listening to. We hold each other for several, moments just relishing the good news. Then Mick kisses me in a deeply moving way.

  “Well, Sam, it looks as if you are going to have to teach more than just me how to surf now. We have someone else to take out to the water with us.”

  “I will teach you, Mick. I will teach you.”

  Chapter 24 Samantha - Learning Ground

  We wake up the next day and immediately go down to San Onofre. If we are going to get ready for this next competition, we need to work fast.

  “Okay, Mick, let’s start at the beginning. We are going to have to change your stance, so let’s work on the beach first.”

  “Forget that, I’m not an idiot. Let’s get out to the water.”

  “Mick, you said I could teach you. Now let me teach you.”

  “Fine!” Mick sulks at me like an impetuous child.

  I work with Mick on getting him to pop up onto the board, and it’s a good thing, too. He’s very weak in that leg and unbalanced, so much so that he falls over on several occasions. The frustration in his face is clear, but there are a few times that he’s actually able to stand. Once he has a few stands under him, I decide it’s best to hit the water to try and not get him overly frustrated. He knows what he has to do—he just needs to retrain the muscles to do it.

  “Okay, Mick, let’s hit the water.”

  Mick is tentative. I think he understands that this is going to be hard, and maybe even discouraging. As he hits the water, it’s apparent that his ability to surf is all but gone. Mick tries to catch the first few waves, but can’t steady himself and he falls off the board. We are only three waves in and he’s ready to give up. Again.

  “Fuck! I can’t do this!”

  “Mick, you have to give it some time.”

  “I don’t have time, Sam! I only have a month to be ready.”

  Mick storms out of the water. I follow closely behind him, trying to think of what I can do to encourage him to keep trying. Mick throws his board down and sits on the beach with his arms across his legs. At least he didn’t leave the beach altogether. I guess that’s a win.

  “Mick?” I say in a singsong tone.

  “I know what you’re going to say,” he mutters. “I’m just not sure I have it in me.”

  “Mick,” I sing again.

  Mick still has not looked up to notice that I have taken my top off and I’m moving on to my bottoms. I’m getting a little angry that he doesn’t even have the nerve to even raise his head.

  “Mick!” I snap.

  “What?!” He finally looks up. I have his attention.

  “Good boys get rewards,” I coo.
r />   Mick smiles. He’s smiling not just because he likes what he sees, but because he’s grateful to have me in his corner. Even without him saying so, I can tell. As he springs to attention, I wave a finger at him.

  “If you want some of this, you will have to be a good boy and let me teach you how to surf, no matter how foolish it may seem to you. We are starting from square one, here. Are you able to listen like a good boy?”

  Mick’s expression changes from a smile to a frown, then back to a smile. He nods, picks up his board, and makes his way to me. We kiss passionately as he gropes my body all over. I fight hard to push away from him, both mentally and physically. I want him as much as he wants me, but there’s work to do. I flash him a grin and put my wetsuit back on.