Billionaire Rancher Stepbrother Page 2

  "Damian, please!"

  He was only several steps away from the hotel elevators now while I still had a few meters to catch up to. I started to run...but ended up gasping out as I crashed into another hotel guest. The guy had just entered the lobby, and if not for his quick reflexes, I'd have completely fallen on my butt.

  "Whoa." The stranger helped me regain my balance and I rubbed my temple, which seriously hurt. "Are you alright?"

  I opened my mouth to answer, but it was Damian's icy voice that responded to him first.

  "She's fine."

  My head jerked up as long strong fingers curled around my wrist, and I only caught a glance of the other guy's bemused expression...just before Damian started dragging me towards the elevators.

  "Where are we going?" I asked breathlessly as we stepped inside the first elevator that opened its doors.

  Instead of answering, he asked sharply, "Are you alright?"

  I beamed up at him. "Did I make you worry?"

  "Just answer the question," he snarled.

  "You are worried!"

  "Oh, for fuck's sake."

  "And jeal—-oww!" I ended up yelping in pain when he suddenly pinched my cheeks. "That hurt!"

  "Good."

  "Good?" I was once again staring up at him, wide-eyed. "I'm hurt, and it's good?" I shook my head in wonderment. "Does that mean you're a sadist? Or does that make you a Dom?"

  "What the hell?"

  "I'm cool with either," I told him helpfully. "Whether you need me to be an M or a sub—-"

  His hand covered my mouth, and as I blinked at him, he hissed, "Will you shut up? You're going to get me arrested if you keep talking like that."

  "But there's no one around," I protested as soon as his hand left my mouth.

  "You shouldn't get used to talking like that either way," he muttered.

  "But I'm right, aren't I?"

  He rolled his eyes.

  "You like me."

  "No, I—-"

  Impatient at his stubborn refusal to acknowledge the burning truth between us, I decided to just do it ala Michael Jordan and take The Shot.

  So I stood on my toes and kissed him.

  Two

  At first he was stiff and unresponsive, his lips cold, hard, and unmoving under my mouth.

  After that, he was furious, the force of his emotions burning through the fierce manner in which he gripped my shoulders as he tried to push me away with a hiss. "Stop it."

  But of course I didn't stop. I couldn't, not with that feeling making me breathless and weak in the knees, not with serendipity whispering in my ear and making my heart race like it never had before.

  I'm sorry, Damian. I'll happily be a masochistic Sub for you, but not now. Not over this. Not when I think God gave you to me.

  So instead of stopping, I tried harder, and this time I dared to lick his lower lip with my tongue. He probably wouldn't believe me at this point, but the truth was, I had never kissed a guy in my entire life. I liked my novels racy, though, and all those pages read totally paid off when I felt Damian's lean, hard body jerk against mine.

  "Fuck."

  My handsome Dom do so loved to curse, but I didn't mind at all. I found it absolutely sexy, and a hundred times sexier was the way he suddenly had me backed against the wall, which felt like a scene straight out of my favorite steamy romance.

  "Damn you."

  The words made me want to giggle even as my toes curled hard at the rough rasp of his voice. All this cussing was a turn on, but if I told him that, Damian would probably turn himself into a monk just to be perverse.

  "Remember," he grated out. "You wanted this."

  I do. I will.

  But there was no time to answer, with Damian already fisting my hair as he bent his head down and sucked on my tongue hard.

  Oooooooooooooh.

  It was like being struck by a lightning bolt of pleasure, and the hands that I kept clenched behind my back moved on their own, first to clutch at his shirt, but when he angled my head to deepen the kiss, it suddenly didn't feel enough, and my hands moved up to press against his chest. Which was pure muscle, and so darn sexy it had me whimpering against his lips.

  When I heard the elevator chime out as its doors slid open, I half-expected, half-dreaded the kiss ending, and it did...but only for Damian to sweep me up in his arms. So it wasn't over then? I pulled back a little, cautiously hopeful, and as soon as our gazes met, he said grimly, "It's too late for you to back out."

  Oh!

  I quickly hid my face against his neck so he wouldn't catch me smiling. Silly, handsome Damian. The thought of backing out hadn't even crossed my mind, and there was only excitement and a rather sensual thrill of fear when I felt him take his card key out to unlock his door.

  His room was a suite, and since Josiah had booked the same type of room for my mom and me, I had a fair idea of how much it cost. Did that mean he was well off then? It would be nice if it were so, but honestly, it didn't matter. As much as I loved to tease Naomi by pretending to be an airhead, she had raised me too well to be one, and I totally didn't need a guy to make a living for me or—-oh my God!

  My mental ramblings came to an abrupt halt when I felt Damian laying me down on his massive bed, and I found myself staring up at his gorgeous face. The bedside lamp's incandescent lighting cast shadows along his jaw, emphasizing its contours. Our gazes locked when I raised my fingers to trace one edge, and after a moment he reached for my hand, and I caught my breath when he nibbled on the tip of my fingers.

  After releasing my hand, he asked softly, "Nervous?"

  "Just a little," I admitted.

  "Shall I let you go then?"

  I shook my head right away, not even having to think of this, and I saw his jaw clench at the speed of my response.

  "So be it."

  My entire body started tingling as I watched Damian lower his head, and my breasts swelled and ached under the tight bodice of my dress the moment I felt the heat of his breath caress my skin.

  "Fuck."

  And the weight of his powerful body was finally pressing down against me.

  Oh God.

  For one long moment, it was just his lips and tongue, and he was such a masterful kisser that it was more than enough. He kissed me long and hard, kissed me to the point that my thoughts disintegrated, kissed until I moaned against his lips and gasped for breath as soon as he lifted his head.

  "Damian."

  He growled at hearing his name on my lips.

  "Fuck."

  And then his hands were moving swiftly to undress me: first, my jacket, then my dress, and in seconds, I was down in my undies. For a fleeting second, I felt self-conscious and panicky - what if he didn't like how I looked? What if he thought my body too curvy? I started to cover myself, anxiety making me tremble, but the moment I raised my hands, Damian's voice whipped over me in a command.

  "Don't."

  My gaze raised to his, and I found myself sucking my breath at the hard glitter of desire in his icy blue eyes.

  "Let me look at you."

  My arms fell back to my sides as his desire-laced gaze roamed over me, and I felt every inch that his eyes touched tingling...melting...aching...until I was trembling for another reason. Damian wanted me, and unlike earlier, he wasn't even making the slightest attempt to hide it. I could feel it in the way his body had turned rigid and tense above me, could hear it as his breathing grew harsh, and he started to pant. He wanted me, and oh God, the knowledge drove me crazy, and before I knew it, I was writhing and unconsciously begging him with my eyes.

  "Fuck."

  And without warning, his head dipped just as his hands yanked the cups of my bra down. I gasped in shock, my body arching involuntarily, and the sudden movement caused one nipple to pucker straight against his lips.

  Oh!

  My face flamed. Yes, I was bold...but not that bold, and I found myself stammering out an apology. "S-Sorry, I d-didn't mean..." My voice faltered when I sa
w the mocking light in his gaze, and it was almost as if I could hear his voice drawling out in my mind.

  Didn't you?

  And I found my whole body blushing at the point. Argh! I finally remembered to try pulling away, but the moment he sensed me moving, Damian immediately reached for the breast closest to his mouth, and a gasp broke out of me just as his gaze captured mine.

  Blue eyes still holding mine captive, Damian slowly closed his lips over my nipple.

  Aaaaaaaaaah.

  It was heaven and hell, and all thoughts of resistance and inhibitions fled the moment his tongue laved around my nipple. I wanted it to end because it felt too good, but I also never wanted it to stop for the same reason. A fleeting thought crossed my mind as I trembled in his hold: Was this how any man's mouth on my breast would feel, or was it just him?

  But then Damian started sucking on my nipple, and the thought disappeared in a flash. Didn't matter, I thought dazedly. Nothing mattered as long as he kept on sucking my nipple, and as he moved to the other breast to attend to it the same way, I found myself blindly reaching up to clasp his head to my straining chest.

  Don't stop. Please. Please don't stop.

  I truly thought I was only crying the words out silently in my mind, but the way Damian's big, hard body shuddered over mine told me I had actually ended up moaning them out loud.

  "Fuck."

  And now, it was my turn to shudder and moan, the sound of Damian cursing never failing to whip my body up in a sexual frenzy. His head moved down, and I didn't even think twice of parting my legs open—-

  "Good girl."

  Even as the words he rasped out made me blush all over, it was also impossible to deny how lovely they made me feel. Maybe...I was an M, after all. Maybe. It was my last hazy thought, my brain shutting down completely the moment I felt Damian slowly trace the cleft of my vagina with his middle finger.

  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

  Words utterly failed me, my mind simply incapable of describing the sheer wanton pleasure of feeling Damian touch the most secret and intimate part of my body. It was like...it was like being owned and petted at the same time, and I wanted more. Needed more. So much that I found myself begging for it.

  "Please," I whimpered. It wasn't enough that he simply kept stroking with just one finger, and at such a leisurely pace it was as if he was doing it only to torture me.

  "Please what?"

  "More."

  "Then..." A gasp escaped me as his finger briefly left my folds, and I bit my lip when I felt him reach for my panties. "Can I get this out of the way?"

  I barely finished nodding when he was already inching it down my legs, and by the time the scrap of cotton was tossed to the floor, I could already feel my folds turning silky wet as they throbbed and quivered for his attention.

  "God, you're hot." I could only blush and squirm under his possessive scrutiny of my flesh, and when his fingers parted my folds open, I couldn't even remember to feel shy or afraid. I simply arched up—-

  "I need to know how you taste..."

  My body buckled.

  Oh God. Taste. He was going to taaaaaaaaaste——

  His tongue pushed inside my folds.

  Meeeeeeeeeeeee.

  I dropped back against the bed while my legs fell completely wide open under the voraciously lovely assault of his mouth. It was heaven and hell all over again, but a hundred times better and worse, and I could only writhe and moan while my fingers once again reached out in their blind quest to hold on to him...and hold him to me.

  Every forceful, devouring thrust of his tongue destroyed me, and I could feel my whole body start to tighten as the pressure inside of me grew...and simmered...and burned...

  Oh Gooooooooood.

  And because he was the man whose presence bore the kiss of serendipity, Damian seemed to sense the moment the pressure inside of me climbed to its peak.

  Even while his tongue was still driving in and out of my pussy, he reached for that tiny, stiff nub of pleasure and placed it between his fingers. And then he was rubbing it...hard and fast, and the pressure inside of me burst——

  Pleasure rocked my world, stars exploding behind my lids as my lips parted in a silent cry. I came hard, harder than my eighteen-year-old mind was capable of imagining, and while my body was still shuddering under the force of my seemingly endless orgasm, it was then I heard a knock on the door, followed by a voice that had only just become recently familiar.

  "Damian?"

  And Damian's eyes locked with mine as he answered, "Yeah?"

  "You alone?"

  "No."

  A pause, and then the voice said quite casually, "Just don't be late for the wedding later."

  "Of course."

  "Night, son."

  "Goodnight."

  Shock ripped through me even as my body continued to shudder and twitch its way through the last fading waves of my release.

  That was Josiah's voice.

  Josiah, my mother's husband-to-be.

  Which would then make Damian...

  "Stepbrother," I choked out.

  "Yes." Damian's lips twisted in a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Welcome to the family, love."

  He stared down at me for one long moment, and I stared up at him, unable to make sense of anything.

  Another moment passed, and then he was pulling away, and I quickly righted my bra before scrambling out of his bed. I could feel him watching me as I picked my clothes off the floor and dressed in a hurry, and his hard blue eyes following my every move made something abundantly clear: even with the truth already out, Damian Fox still wanted me, his stepsister.

  When I finally turned to him, I still had no idea what to say...while Damian clearly didn't have the same problem.

  "Do you hate me now?" His voice was harsh, his words underscored by an emotion I couldn't put a handle on.

  Should I?

  "You should, you know." His voice became even harsher. "I took advantage of you."

  Had he?

  "I knew who you were from the start, and I still..."

  "Kissed me," I whispered.

  His lips tightened.

  "Taken me to your room and made me cum..."

  "Fuck." His lips tightened. "Fuck." He whipped around, turning his back to me, but by then it was too late. I had already caught a glimpse of what he was trying to hide, and it was so, so much larger than I thought was normal.

  "Damian—-"

  "It's obvious then, isn't it?" And without looking at me, he said curtly, "You have an asshole for a stepbrother."

  And then he was walking out, leaving me all alone in his room, my lips parted in shock.

  I wanted to cry. I almost did. Until I felt a gentle, cool wind coming in from the open doors of the suite's balcony, tickling my ear...like a heaven-sent breeze.

  Oh.

  That was when I had my answer, and I realized I knew what to do.

  Three

  Spring break had finally arrived at Laramie, and hormone levels and booze consumption rates were steadily rising by the second. The streets occupied by the university's fraternity houses and residence buildings were particularly busy: most students were hurriedly loading their vehicles as they prepared for an out-of-town trip while others, with a flight to catch, were just as hastily sliding into the backseats of their booked Ubers. Either way, all of them, at one point or another, found themselves staring the moment they caught a glimpse of the extraordinarily handsome, elegantly dressed stranger walking past them.

  He appeared too sophisticated to be a college student, but since he also appeared too well off to be faculty, everyone eventually (albeit not collectively) came to the conclusion that he could only be one of the three major Fs in one's life: family, friend, or fuck partner.

  In truth, however, the man was actually either none or everything of the above, depending on who was being asked.

  Damian sternly repressed the urge to smile the moment his gaze fell on the dark-haired girl seated
atop her metallic pink luggage, gaze downcast while she idly kicked pebbles out of her way with the tip of her sneaker-clad foot.

  He slid his hands into his pockets as he halted a few feet away from her. A pebble rolled towards him at the exact moment, and he heard Sarah's audible intake of breath when he struck it with the tip of his leather-clad shoe, and the pebble rolled back to her.

  "Damian."

  The breathy sound of his name on her lips still shook him to the core, and he had to clench his jaw against the urge to yank her towards him so she could say it again but closer, with her lips caressing his ear.

  He saw her take a peek behind him, and he was bemused and concerned when her brows automatically furrowed. "What's wrong?" His long-legged stride had him reaching her in moments, but she irritably shook her head at his offer to help her up.

  "You shouldn't have come here," Sarah muttered.

  "Why not?" The silkiness of Damian's voice effectively hid the fact that her words had him bristling. "Do you have something to hide?"

  "What do you think?"

  She pointed to something behind him, and when Damian turned around, a part of him expected that he'd be greeted with the sight of a college boyfriend whose face he'd immediately want to punch. But instead...there were girls? A crowd of them, literally, and whose numbers still seemed to be growing by the second. What the fuck?

  "That's why I didn't want you to come here," Sarah was grumbling as he turned back to face her. "This place used to be one of the few safe havens I had, you know. No one knew about you, so I never had to listen to another girl talking about liking you, falling in love with you, wanting to have sex—-" Sarah saw Damian frown and made a face. "I'm old enough to drink beer now. Can't I be old enough to say—-"

  Damian's blue eyes had turned icy in disapproval now.

  "Never mind," she said quickly. "Forget I said anything." She saw him instantly relax and had to hide her smile. Their secret little roleplay of Dom/sub had been going on for three years now, and the only reason she was eager to continue with it was because she had realized early on that he was only ever autocratic where she was concerned. To the rest of the world, his own father included, Damian had cultivated a mild-mannered veneer that had people endlessly praising him for his even temper.