“I don’t need taking care of! I do perfectly fine on my own.”
“Yep. You do. You’re a smart, resourceful young woman. And lonely. Ellie, it breaks my heart to see how lonely, and you don’t even want to admit it!”
Ellie and Stanley startled at the sound of wheels on gravel. They looked out the long diner window to see the Ferrari flying up and Leo jumping out of the car.
“He’s coming for you,” said Stanley. “Now listen. I love you like a daughter, Ellie. Pull yourself together and do the brave thing. Go to him.” Stanley disappeared into the storeroom with his fingers crossed.
The bell on the door tinkled as Leo came in. “I’m not leaving until you at least listen to my side of the story,” he said, his eyes flashing.
For a moment Ellie looked dazed. Then she allowed a small smile to come up from deep within her. “I might listen,” she said. “But only if you tell it to me in French.”
Leo’s eyes got wide. “Mais bien sur,” he said, reaching for her hands and pulling her to his side of the counter. “Listen, El, about France…I would so love to take you there,” he said softly.
Ellie stepped back. “Why didn’t you take me five years ago?”
“Listen. Ellie. I know it’s been way too long since I’ve been back, since I’ve contacted you. And I take responsibility for that. I had this…this way of dealing with pain that had some major drawbacks.”
“What are you even talking about?”
“Your mother…when your mother died, it…I don’t want this to sound selfish. Hell, maybe it was selfish. But Ellie, it nearly killed me. First of all because I loved her too. I know, she was your mother and I’m not saying I’m competing with you for how much we loved her or grieve her. I’m just saying—I was hurting too. Bad.”
Ellie stood with her lips pressed together. Still full of confusing, conflicting feelings. On one hand, yeah, it was maybe stupidly true that she wanted all the grief for her mother to herself. But on the other? It was really comforting to hear he missed her. That he had loved her too.
“And on top of that, seeing you in so much pain, and feeling like there was not a damn thing I could do about it—I just couldn’t take that. I was just a kid, Ellie. Fifteen years old. I wish I could go back and do it over, and be the support you needed. I’m…I’m sorry.”
Ellie looked down. She hadn’t even thought about the effect her mother’s death would have had on Leo. Now who was selfish?
“All I could think of to do was get myself settled so we could make a life together,” he said, reaching out to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “I didn’t forget you—completely the opposite, El. All the work I’ve done, all the money I’ve made: it’s for you.”
Ellie stared at her stepbrother. Her eyes were wide and she struggled to take in what he said, her understanding of the last five years suddenly turned on its head.
She believed him.
“Let’s go have dinner,” said Ellie, and she took Leo’s hand on the way to the parking lot. Ellie gave Stanley a wave as she got into the driver’s seat, still wearing her beautiful black satin dress, and Leo told her where they had reservations for dinner so she could drive them there.
“I guess I’m the one who needs to apologize now,” she said softly as she backed out.
“No. You don’t. But…let’s put it behind us. Can you do that?”
Ellie considered. It almost felt as though her mother were there, urging her on. She knew her mother and Leo had been close, and it felt right to be with him now. Emotionally, she felt some big creaky gears shift. “I think I can do that, Leo. Now how about you tell me how a crappy trouble-making student like you has made so much money?”
“I can tell you the whole story over dinner, in French if you like. Or Portuguese. We’re opening offices in Rio and I’ve been working on that…”
“Show-off.”
“Oh yes, that’s me. Anything to impress the girls.”
“The girls don’t care about your Portuguese.”
“You do.”
He had her there. Cars, languages, travel—these were the things she cared about most, and Leo knew it. Ellie turned off the main road onto a narrow dirt road that ran towards the beach, and parked behind some dunes.
She turned to him. “Leo…”
Leo’s arms were around her and their lips smashed together, their tongues quickly exploring. Ellie moaned from deep within. Touching Leo was like having something forbidden, something she had denied herself for years, and it turned out to be sweeter and more exciting than she had ever imagined. She ran her hands through his wavy hair, over and over. They rubbed their faces together, craving skin contact. Then Leo’s hand dropped from her waist to her lap, and began to stroke the inside of her thigh. He did it slowly. It felt amazing.
“Leo….”
Her hands were against his chest, feeling how solid he was. She dove in for another long kiss, luxuriating in it, as Leo’s hand moved higher up her leg, then higher, and when his knuckles grazed the swelling in her panties she moaned again.
“I’ve wanted you for six years,” murmured Leo into her neck. “Six long years….”
“Same,” Ellie whispered, still feeling a little bit shy. She was completely inexperienced and had no idea what to do next.
But Leo and her desire would take care of that. “Touch me,” he said, his voice breaking. He took her hand and put it on his cock, which was pressing up against his soft trousers. She grasped it, felt its thickness, and moaned again.
Oh my God! He’s…that’s…for me?
“Leo, I—” she kept feeling like she needed to tell him she was a virgin, that she had no idea what to do.
That she was sorry.
“Kiss me,” said Leo. His knuckle was pressing against her panties now, and she could feel how wet and slippery they were. Leo rubbed her back and forth, firmly and then lightly, and she wriggled against him, feeling herself open to him, her passion obliterating any anxiety.
“Ohh, Leo,” she moaned.
He smiled and buried his face in her hair. “El, I want you more than anything in this world. But I don’t want our first time to be in this cramped car. Great for driving, not so much for lovemaking. So. We can go to dinner and finally talk, or…I have a room at Edward House. We could go straight there….” He grinned at her.
“Um, let’s skip dinner,” said Ellie, closing her fingers around his thick cock so that Leo closed his eyes and groaned. She giggled, loving the effect she was having on him. And then she turned on the car and sprayed sand as she turned the Ferrari around and headed to Edward House, the most expensive hotel in the state.
Later on, when she was telling Patsy about that night, Ellie couldn’t remember parking the car or going inside the hotel. She couldn’t remember waiting for the elevator or going down the hallway to Leo’s suite. She couldn’t remember anything but the amazement of seeing Leo, of touching Leo, and the effect his fingers, his tongue, his body had on her. They fell into each other’s arms the minute the door was closed, and as much as both of them wanted to take it slow and savor their first time, instead they were filled with so much passionate intensity that any kind of patience was out of the question. Leo ran his hands over Ellie, the satin of her dress smooth under his palms.
“You look so beautiful,” he murmured to her, his hands now cupping her face as he looked deeply in her eyes.
Ellie smiled. “Thank you, Leo,” she said softly. It almost felt like a dream, hearing him say things like that. Not teasing her, not sarcastic, not joking around.
He pulled her to him and kissed her hard, and they wrapped their arms around each other and squeezed, pressing against each other. Leo unzipped her dress, trying and failing to go slow, and at the same time Ellie, shocked at her boldness, undid his pants and slid them off Leo’s narrow hips. Then, in the interests of speed, they tore off their own underwear until they were standing naked, the lights on, and their eyes were wide.
“Wow,” they sa
id in unison, and then cracked up.
Leo scooped Ellie in his arms and took her to the enormous bed. He tossed her onto it so that she bounced on its softness, and then lay down beside her.
“You can’t even imagine how I’ve been waiting for his moment,” he said, stroking her cheek.
“I think I can, Leo….”
They kissed. Their hands were all over each other, moving quickly as though needing to learn every swoop and curve and dip and plane of each other in a hurry. Ellie was inhaling his scent and it made tears pop to the corners of her eyes—he smelled of the ocean, salty and clean, and there was something else, something indefinable, that smelled like something she remembered from years ago, that smelled to her like happiness.
Leo was smoothing his hand over her hip, and then he slid it between her legs.
“You’re so wet,” he groaned.
“Because of you,” she whispered.
He brought his wet fingers up and touched her pink nipple for the first time, pinching it lightly, then harder, until Ellie let her head drop back and she moaned from deep within.
“Do you like that?” he asked, bending down to lick the other nipple while still pinching the first one.
“Yes,” Ellie breathed. She could feel his woody pressing against her belly and she pushed her hips into him, loving the feel of it, loving his hardness. She trailed her fingers down his sculpted chest and then pressed her breasts into him and kissed him again. “I can’t stop kissing you,” she said.
“Ellie, my love,” he whispered, “I don’t want to rush you, but…” His hand was rubbing along her cleft, his fingers tracing the length of her folds. “…I’m about to explode….”
Ellie felt a pang of worry, suddenly—that it wouldn’t be that good for him, that he’d be disappointed. But again her desire swept those worries away and she rolled him onto his back. His erection stood tall and she grabbed it with both hands. “I want you so much,” she whispered. She knelt beside him and bent her mouth down, closer and closer, and she kissed his cockhead.
“Like that?” she asked, but she knew the answer was yes. Leo arched his back and watched her, murmuring “Yes, yes, yes…” as she opened her mouth and sucked the head of his cock, then licked around it, running her tongue along the ridge, then down the sides where veins stood out, and then she took him all the way in her mouth, letting him hit down deep on the back of her throat, and kept up the sucking pressure.
“Oh baby,” groaned Leo.
Then she could wait not a second longer, she needed him inside her.
But jeez, he’s so big!
“I’m not sure you can fit,” she whispered.
“Try me,” said Leo. He scooted up on a pile of pillows so he was not quite sitting up. “Sit on my lap,” he said, reluctantly pulling her mouth away from his cock but also wanting more than anything to plunge himself into her. “That’s it,” he said, as Ellie squatted over his crotch. She reached down and grasped his cock, running the head back and forth around her opening so that it was slick and wet.
“I want you so much,” whispered Leo, his voice cracking. His legs were trembling from desire.
His swollen head was right at her opening. Ellie took a deep breath and lowered herself onto him, just as Leo thrust his hips up. She cried out at the pain, a searing ripping feeling that quickly dissipated, replaced by a hot need for him to keep pumping into her just like he was doing. Leo’s eyes went from her face to watching her pussy swallow him up, and then back to her face. He cupped her breasts and made them bounce.
“Oh my God,” they both said at once as they could both feel his cock swell even more. Leo let one hand move down Ellie to her clit, and he rubbed her there with his thumb. She writhed on top of him, the pressure building and building, until she cried out as she experienced her very first orgasm, her insides clenching in pure bliss, and she was filled with love for her stepbrother, her crush, her lover, her Leo.
He kept pumping, and Ellie rocked with him, until Leo could stand it no longer and he spasmed, bucking his hips into her and filling her with his cream. He held one of her shoulders down as the wave of pleasure kept coming and coming. “My love,” he said, his eyes closed, and then he reached for her and pulled her down to lie on his chest.
“That was even more awesome than I thought it would be,” he said, running his fingers through his hair.
“I know,” Ellie said. “How do people ever do anything else?”
Ellie and Leo spent three days in the suite at Edward House, never once using the spa facilities, or the golf course, or even the beach on what was a string of beautiful warm days. They ordered from the excellent room service menu, and they made love over and over and over, making up for years of lost time, and only took breaks to watch a movie or two and order fresh pots of coffee.
Epilogue
Leo and Ellie went straight to the airport from Edward House. Leo’s Gulfstream was waiting for them, and after short calls to Patsy and Stanley, they took off for Paris.
“You know I’ve never been on a plane before,” Ellie told Leo as they were rolling down the runway.
“Really? No, I didn’t know that. Well, the trip takes about eight hours, so we have plenty of time to start filling in some of the gaps. I hardly know anything about your life before our parents got married. I’m going to order us a delicious lunch and then lie back and you can tell me stories.”
“It’s funny, Leo. Not long ago, that would have been exactly what I wanted. But now? I just want to enjoy being with you here on this amazing plane, and think about the future. I’m so excited about coming to France I can’t even tell you!”
“Remember any of your French?”
“You know I’m a better student than you.”
“Nerd.”
“The nerdiest. Kiss me.”
The flight attendants exchanged smiles and glances as Leo and Ellie continued making out until the plane was far over the Atlantic. The Gulfstream was so comfortable to travel in, Ellie almost didn’t want to get off when they arrived at Orly. She’d been too excited to sleep on the plane, and now the prospect of finally seeing Paris—with Leo at her side—was almost too much to stand. Leo had a limo waiting, stocked with fresh espresso and croissants, and they hopped in and had breakfast as they watched Paris get closer and closer.
“There it is! I see the Eiffel Tower!” shrieked Ellie. “And oh my God, Stanley has to get an espresso machine. This stuff is so good!”
Leo was grinning a wide grin. “Wait ’til you see the Georges V, where we’re staying. It makes Edward House look like an old shack.”
“I know you’re exaggerating. I’m…I’m….”
“Feeling a little overwhelmed again? Miss your apartment just a little?”
Ellie twined her fingers in Leo’s hair. “You’re very sweet, you know that? It’s true, I do miss it a little. It was comforting there, even if it wasn’t exciting.”
“Well, Paris has its comforts too, once you get over the first big wow of being here. It’ll take a little time, maybe a week? I have so many places to show you, so many restaurants to take you to….”
“And I want to see all of it! Except…” Ellie put her hand in Leo’s lap and stroked the length of his cock through his pants. “…except I’m sure I’m going to need plenty of time in the hotel. To nap. Jet lag and all.” She gave him a mischievous smile and it turned Leo on so much he could barely keep from pulling her into his lap and doing her right there in the limo. He was sure the limo driver had seen it all but Leo was a private man and wanted Ellie all to himself, behind a closed door.
But once they got to the Georges V, and the bellboy had been tipped, Leo picked Ellie up and tossed her on the vast bed and jumped in beside her. “Maybe we have time for one little nap before we go out to see the sights?”
Ellie pretended to think about it. “Maybe just a quick one, if you promise me more coffee,” she said finally, and giggling as Leo’s head was under her skirt and already his tongue
was beginning to find its way under her panties.
“Oh, but wait,” he said, his voice a little muffled. He came out from under her skirt and dragged himself up next to her. “I meant to ask you. Ellie? I adore you. Will you marry me and come live with me in Paris?”
Ellie was totally shocked She had not expected this, not yet. “I…..”
Leo’s face started to fall. He actually hadn’t planned to ask her but blurted it out impulsively, and now he might have ruined everything.
“Of course I will marry you, Leo,” said Ellie, seeing his face and throwing her arms around him. “Wherever you live, that’s my home.”
The sights and smells of Paris would have to wait another few hours, while the jet-lagged couple explored each other once again, never tiring of looking into each other’s eyes, stroking the other’s skin, and laughing at dumb jokes.
THE END
Stepbrother on the Force
“If I haven’t gotten it across to you by now, let me try again: Matthew is a serious, card-carrying hottie. Girls are always after him. He’s got these amazing blue eyes and a body that could be on the cover of magazines. And on top of that, he’s so not a dirtbag.”
Nicolette’s life is a trainwreck, as she’ll be the first to tell you. With an addict boyfriend and on the brink of losing her job, she’s starting to feel desperate, backed into a dead end with no way out. She’s even feeling tempted by her boyfriend’s drugs, because doesn’t everyone deserve a moment of happiness? Just a moment?
Watching his stepsister spiraling the drain is Matthew. Mr. Good Guy. Built like a Mack truck with twinkling blue eyes, always ready to give people a hand, a cop who’s just been promoted to Detective, the youngest on the force. Will he step in and arrest the boyfriend for possession, in the hopes of freeing Nicolette from a destructive relationship?
Or will Nic herself find the strength to kick the boyfriend out, and the courage to accept the love her stepbrother wants to give?
Stepbrother Beloved
“I ached for him. And I saw in his eyes that he wanted me too, I was sure of it…”
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