Stepbrother Outlaw: The Novel (Dark Steamy Stepbrother Romance)

by Craft, Lana

  Caution had been thrown to the wind a long time ago. Now they allowed their more carnal desires to fully engulf them, pushing the reality of their situation into the back of their minds as their pleasure overcame them. It didn’t matter that they were on the side of a desolate highway, that Miles was gone with the wind, or that the gruesome scene he had caused was awaiting them back at Trent’s father’s house. They were both too overcome by each other and their desires to focus on any of it.

  Trent pulled at the fabric of Eden’s tank top, helping her pull it over her head to expose her supple breasts to him in their entirety. With a deep groan, he lifted his hips up off the ground, sliding off his jeans as she pushed his shirt up his chest and urged him to take it off.

  Trent did just that, tossing the balled up fabric into a patch of matted grass beside them. His hands held Eden’s body tightly in place as her dark eyes burned against the fabric of his briefs. His cock was standing to full attention against her, straining against them, and she wanted nothing more than to free it from captivity.

  Trent pulled at Eden’s jeans, unzipping them as he began to ease them down her slender legs. Once they were off, she straddled him, pinning a knee to each side of him as the heat emanating from her pussy pressed flush against his girth. Her lack of undergarments meant that the only thing keeping Trent from making full contact with her damp center were his briefs.

  Eden tentatively rubbed against him, letting out a sharp gasp as her pelvic bone made contact with the curve of his stiff cock. She pulled upwards off of his chest, awkwardly attempting to work his erection out through the hole in his briefs.

  Trent stopped her in an attempt at keeping things slow, pulling her back down on top of him. Without any effort at all, he flipped her so that he was on top of her petite frame, moving his hands downwards over her bare skin and stopping just above her mound to bring his full lips to the cusp of her neck.

  Eden was dripping wet. Maybe, she figured, as wet as she had ever been. If she didn’t get a release soon she wasn’t sure what she would do.

  Trent groaned, running his tongue down Eden’s collarbone as he parted her legs. She felt on full display beneath him but that didn’t mean she wanted him to stop. She let out a soft moan of her own as he knelt between her thighs, grazing his smooth lips down her body as pure passion overrode her senses.

  Trent smiled as he continued to tease her, feeling a familiar pressure building in his testicles. When he couldn’t handle it a second longer, he pulled himself back on top of her, bringing his lips crashing down against hers. Taking his time, he eased his calloused fingers into her slit, moving a loose curl behind her ear with his free hand as she tensed beneath him.

  As Trent’s warm fingers invaded her, Eden was nearly pushed over the edge. She shivered as he pinned her down, feeling her nipples stiffen against him. She felt almost painfully aroused, something she never had before. “No more teasing,” she gasped, her eager moans filling Trent’s ears as her wetness began to saturate his knuckles. “I need this.”

  Trent pulled back and reached down to pull off his briefs, wasting no time in bringing his swollen mouth crashing back down against hers. Slow and precise, he worked his fingertips between the folds of her damp labia, rubbing the pad of his thumb against her throbbing clit as a rich jolt of pleasure washed through her body, causing her to arch her back.

  Eden’s tongue tangled against Trent’s as he worked his way down to her slit, letting her juices slick his fingers as her entire body pulsated in approval. Her pussy ached and was sensitive to touch, and Eden could feel a heavy sense of desire building in her stomach as Trent’s fingers nestled deep inside her slit. He slid two in as deep as they would go, pushing his way even deeper between her walls.

  Eden gasped, not at all expecting the warm sensation that flooded through her. “Trent,” Eden moaned, her voice soft and her breathing harsh. “Please…”

  Trent pulled back and eased a third finger deep inside of her. The sensation of fullness caused her to let out a noise that sounded like a cross between a moan and a whimper, but she didn’t want him to stop. He gazed down at her face as his calloused fingers worked her pussy, curving up inside of her to find her most sensitive spot and pressing down on it as she moaned and twitched beneath him.

  Eden had been with her fair share of men but never in her life had she experienced anything even close to this. She was past the point of no return, more aroused than she even thought possible, and completely and utterly blinded by desire. “Please,” she gasped, unable to hold back any longer. “Fuck me.”

  That was all Trent needed to hear. In one move, he eased his damp fingers out of Eden’s slit, staring deep into her eyes as he shifted his body upwards so that his erect cock was only a few inches away from her dripping center. He gripped her soft thighs, spreading them as he brought his body down against hers with a loud sigh of relief.

  Eden looked down between their bodies and gasped at the sight that greeted her. Trent’s cock was rock hard and hung proudly between his legs, all eight or nine inches of it raised to full attention and moments away from invading her. For a moment, he met eyes with her, an uncertain look surfacing in his expression as he reached forward to caress her cheek. Without any warning, he shifted roughly forward, breaking through the barrier of Eden’s slit as a soft moan vibrated against her throat. She shuddered, adjusting herself below him as she welcomed his body inside of her own.

  The sensation was so intense that Eden was nearly on the verge of cumming right away, but she held back, wanting to make it last. Instead, she focused on Trent’s face, drinking him in as he began to steadily pound away at her. He shut his eyes tightly, tensing above her as he found his way deeper and deeper inside of her, stretching her to accommodate his meaty shaft.

  When Trent finally opened his eyes, they were on fire. Eden tensed the walls of her pussy around his length, creating a rippling effect that sent a heavy wave of pleasure through them both. Trent let out a low groan in response, bringing his mouth back down against hers as he increased the speed and pressure of his thrusting.

  Eden moaned into him, allowing every last inch of his cock to invade her aching pussy as his hands explored her body eagerly, finding their way to her supple breasts. He brought his fingers to her nipples, switching between each one as he pulled and twisted gently, causing Eden to cry out in pleasure as a familiar ache surfaced in her loins.

  Trent rolled over so that Eden was once again on top of him and she arched her body forward, bouncing up and down above him as her hands explored his muscular chest. Trent took full control, pulling her downwards and impaling her with every last inch of his stiff girth. His face twisted in pleasure, but he kept his gaze focused on her pretty face, roaming his hands up her smooth body and finding shelter in the conclave of her breasts.

  Eden gyrated her hips above him, reveling in every wave of pleasure that scoured through her body as Trent pinched her erect nipples and grabbed her waist with his free hand, rocking her body in time with his own. She was close now and he knew it. The pressure that was building in her pussy was causing a tension he couldn’t ignore. She gasped, digging her nails into his chest as she rocked her hips harder, gyrating her lower body against his as she succumbed to the pleasure that seared its way through her all at once.

  Unable to hold back, Trent came too, gripping hold of her breasts as all their pain and worries dissolved with their pleasure, desperation acting as their driving force as they both relented themselves to their euphoria. It was only a temporary solution and they knew it, but it didn’t matter.

  In that moment, all that mattered was them.

  Chapter seventeen

  “Actress Eden Carter was abducted last night from Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, where she was admitted after a reported drug overdose. The suspect in question is this man–” Dr. Sterling looked up at her television just as a sketch of a gruff but handsome man flashed across the screen. She slid on her glasses, turning up the volume as the new
s anchor continued speaking. “Who alleged to hospital employees that he was Eden’s fiancé. Sources say he could be armed and dangerous. If you have any information, please contact the Los Angeles Police Department as soon as possible. We’ll have more information on this case as it breaks.”

  The program cut to a commercial and Dr. Sterling muted the TV, exhaling a deep sigh. What was it about former child stars that always seemed to land them in these situations? I should have never released her, she thought with a sad shake of her head, turning her attention back to the stack of paperwork on her desk.

  Across town, Eden’s mother paced back and forth in front of her agent, a stout looking man by the name of Ronald who hesitated to look at her. “Why is this happening?” Blair cried out, her heels making heavy contact with the granite flooring. “Why would he do this? Why now, after all these years? It doesn’t make any sense…” She sat down on the leather couch beside him and rested her head in her hands. She felt sick.

  None of this made any sense, but at the same time, she wasn’t surprised. She always knew the day would come when he’d resurface in her life. She just hadn’t expected it to happen like this.

  “Wait a second,” Roland interrupted, glancing back at the television just as the sketch of Trent filled the screen for a second time. “Blair,” he urged, already reaching for his cell phone. “Are you saying you know this man?”

  Blair’s face drained of color as she stared at the screen. He looked different than how she remembered him, but as far as she could tell, age had only done him favors. “Yes,” she finally said, finding her voice. “At least…I used to.”

  Trent and Eden drove in silence, neither one of them feeling the need to speak. When they arrived back in city limits, Eden pointed to a motel advertising cheap rooms and Trent pulled into the parking lot. He would worry about the mess back at his father’s place in the morning. Right now there was only one thing on his mind.

  They booked a room and made their way over to the elevator, but a ‘temporarily out of order’ sign detoured them to the stairs. On the second floor stairwell, Trent threw caution to the wind. He pushed Eden up against the wall and brought his lips crashing down against hers, groaning into her as a sense of urgency overwhelmed them both.

  They were behaving like a pair of hormonal teenagers. Butterflies fluttered through Eden’s stomach as she slid the room key in the door. The bed in the center of the room was beyond appealing, but there were far more pressing matters that took priority over their exhaustion.

  Eden began to strip as Trent stared at her, lingering near the end of the bed. She kicked off her flats and pulled off her tank top, taking her time to peel off each remaining piece of clothing to reveal small portions of her flesh until she was completely naked before him.

  Trent’s eyes wandered their way down her exposed form, soaking her in as she moved. His mouth watered. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

  Eden was first to break the silence. “What are you waiting for?” she said, motioning at Trent’s clothing. “Want some help?” When he didn’t respond right away, she approached him and slid off his leather cut, bending to work his belt from his jeans and pulling them downwards as her fingers grazed his crotch.

  Trent froze as she pulled at the fabric of his briefs, rubbing his cock through the thin material before grabbing his hand and leading him into the shower. She turned the knob and the water began to flow, cascading down over them both as she pushed him onto the floor of the tub, bringing her full lips crashing against his as she straddled him. The kiss was long and intense and Trent’s cock rose to full attention beneath her. He groaned as she took control and gave it a firm squeeze, working it from base to shaft and as her wet body gyrated above his.

  They found their way onto the bed without even trying and fell backwards onto it as their naked bodies tangled. Eden shifted downwards and took Trent's cock in her hands, rubbing her tongue against his meaty shaft as he throbbed against her face. A deep groan escaped his throat as he pushed down on her head, burying his fingers in her damp curls. She choked and sputtered but refused to relent, increasing her suction and applying more pressure instead.

  Eden was longer controlling her spit. It coated every inch of Trent’s girth as she sucked harder, bobbing her head as she put her mouth to work. Trent was on fire. It was easily the best blowjob he had ever received in his life, and with every passing moment, he could feel himself being pushed closer and closer to his release. He braced for the impact of it just as she allowed him to slide from her mouth, looking up at him with her usual mischievous smile.

  Trent felt close to exploding. Teasing never had much of an effect on him, but something about Eden’s technique set her apart from all the rest. He watched through strained vision as she leaned back in bed, spreading her legs to reveal her tight pussy. He couldn’t handle how delicious she looked. Without any warning, he dove in, basking in the sweet aroma of her juices as he tugged at the buds of her erect nipples.

  Eden moaned and buried her hands in Trent’s dark hair as he caressed her warm body and worked his skilled tongue deeper and deeper inside of her. She shuddered when his calloused fingers parted the folds of her labia, giving him easier access to her dripping slit. Breathless, she begged him to keep going, and he responded by picking up speed, working her quivering pussy and squeezing her breasts as she tensed beneath him.

  “Oh god,” Eden gasped, wracking her nails across Trent’s broad shoulders. “I need you fuck me again.”

  Trent's cock throbbed with each word that left her mouth. He arched his body above hers, grabbing hold of her small waist and taking his time as he eased deep inside of her. She moaned his name as he entered her, pounding into her hard and fast as his desires overcame him. He didn’t even consider his lack of a condom, a reality that would usually scare his cock into flaccidity. I’ll just pull out, Trent reassured himself, grazing wet kisses down the curve of Eden’s neck.

  It was a method that was most often abused by idiotic teenage boys but Trent was in far too deep to care, literally, and he could tell by the satisfied look on Eden’s face that she was just as close as he was. She was practically shaking beneath him. There wasn’t any stopping now.

  “I…I’m going to cum,” Eden gasped, digging her nails even deeper into Trent’s flesh. He picked up speed as his own release began to build inside him, pumping roughly forward and sucking her bottom lip between his teeth as he grabbed hold of a handful of her hair. As she shuddered into her release, a loud moan escaped her mouth that sent Trent catapulting into an intense one of his own.

  He couldn’t hold back any longer. As Eden tensed beneath him, he came too, bucking forward as his seed filled every inch of her clenched pussy. With a low groan, he remembered with haste to pull out, but the damage was already done. His creamy nectar leaked from Eden’s slit, forming a small puddle between her thighs.

  There wasn’t any undoing it.

  Chapter eighteen

  1993

  The restaurant was alive in every sense of the word. Patrons lined the room from wall to wall. Wine glasses clanked over the sound of people conversing with old friends. The warm aroma of food filled the air, teasing the more dietary-conscious. There were even a few business types in corner booths finalizing deals.

  At an isolated table out on the back patio, Blair sat slouched with her head in her hands. She poked at her salad, tossing a soggy crouton around her plate as she glanced up at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. It was just after five o'clock. Ronald was late by over an hour, but she had stopped counting over forty-five minutes ago. So much for him being right on schedule. Blair took a sip of her wine and ran a hand through her hair. When she caught a glance of her distorted reflection in the glass, she exhaled a deep sigh.

  Eating like a bird and performing an endless amount of Pilates weren't doing a thing to rectify her situation below the neck. This baby weight was proving to be even more stubborn than she was. It had been almost six mont
hs since she gave birth to Eden and she still felt still every bit as rotund as she had during her pregnancy.

  “This seat taken?”

  Blair looked up, squinting to shield her eyes from the sun. It was Ronald, only it wasn't. She had never seen him look this unkept before. His suit was wrinkly and half-steamed, his tie crooked and loosely knotted. He sported a small stain on one cuff, a remnant of the coffee he had with breakfast. It was obvious that he had tried to wash it off, but he had only made it worse in the process. He looked like the manager of a convenience store, not the agent to dozens of aspiring actors who depended on him for their big break.

  Blair cringed. She watched as he attempted to straighten himself, taking a seat in the small chair across from her. "Sorry I'm late," he said. "Traffic on the freeway was...lets just say not great." Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, finding shelter in his brows. He wiped at it, drawing in a sharp breath as he coughed into the crook of his below.

  His eyes were bloodshot and unfocused and he reeked of liquor. Blair had a sneaking suspicion when he asked her to meet that whatever he had to tell her wouldn't be good, but now she knew for sure.