Wrong: A Stepbrother Romance

“Good.” Smirking, adrenaline still coursing my veins, I kissed Liam back, feeling powerful as he swelled rock hard in my hand. “I didn’t get to make you come yet,” I reminded him in a murmur, gently hoisting myself onto the table. I brought my knees up and leaned back on my hands, tilting my head as I watched Liam slide his gaze down the length of my pussy, still naked and wet.

I let my hands slide back on the tabletop, leaning back as Liam entered me. Grabbing my ankles, he pulled my legs up in the air, resting them against his muscled shoulders and nipping along my calves. Then with lust-drunk eyes, he gazed down at his cock slamming in and out of my pussy so hard his balls slapped against me with every thrust.

“Take it off again. Show me your tits,” Liam growled, his six-pack clenching. His eyes glazed over as I unwrapped myself for him like a gift. He had the reigns once again but I still felt in control, undressing slowly, enjoying every twitch of his lip as he patiently waited for me to get naked. “God-fucking-damnit, Sasha,” Liam snarled when I was topless again, playing with my breasts and squeezing hard because I knew he loved it. “I love how fucking wet you get for me, baby, you’re such a good girl,” Liam rasped, his gorgeous face contorting with pleasure. Gazing down, he pulled out slowly, leaving just his swollen tip inside me. “My cock is fucking covered, baby,” he breathed, pumping in and out slowly. “You’re fucking dripping on me, you’re so fucking wet.”

He was drunk off my body. I could hear it and I loved it. It made me feel so unbelievable. Like a goddess. My fingers were in my hair now, raking through the voluminous waves as Liam’s pace slowed to something torturously good. He was on top of me now, the weight of his muscle bearing down onto me. I welcomed it, wrapping my legs around him, reveling in the slippery glide of our naked chests against each other as he buried himself inside me.

His words were filthy a second ago but they’d since wound down to a sweet, beautiful murmur in my ears. The rest of the world fell away as he rocked into me, his mouth worshipping me and his hands doing the same. They caressed every part of my body that they could reach, ultimately landing under my jaw as he held my gaze to his.

“I can’t get fucking enough of you, baby. I swear to fucking God.” Liam’s wicked tongue drew against my neck as he ran his fingers over my lips. I sucked one into my mouth, tasting the salt of his skin, reveling in the sound of his groan. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he whispered, his hips grinding against me. I met his every thrust with a moan, feeling him all the way inside, hitting a sweet spot I never knew existed till now. It sent little bolts of lighting to my core and suddenly, without warning, I was falling apart underneath him, crying out without an ounce of control. “Fuck, baby,” Liam groaned, following me into oblivion. Pushing all the way into my pussy, he let his pleasure explode inside me, rewarding me with every hot burst.

We spent the next half hour lying there, our hands still exploring one another, his lips occasionally meeting mine.

After catching our breath, Liam and I left the party. It was unheard of for him to leave before midnight, but at his suggestion, we slipped out through a back door and straight into the car that he’d ordered. At home, we got in the shower, and I let my tired body lean against the cold tile as Liam took his time lathering my skin, washing me off and kissing me deeply as he carried me into his bed. I took my spot on his chest and for the first time since we started, there was no other thought or worry running through my head. Sleeping on the warmth of Liam’s body, his strong arm draped over me protectively, I felt for once nothing but peace and content.

Chapter Twenty

On Wednesday, Riley and I went with Liam and Max to the Onyx Club, the TriBeCa gym owned by Max’s brother. He hated the fact that it was less of a gym these days and more of a place for hedge fund guys and rich young moms to be seen, so every once in awhile, the guys obliged his requests to work out there so it looked, in his charming words, like “more of a gym and less of a douchecanoe.”

“God, I’ve never seen more Lululemon in my life,” Riley whispered as we entered the women’s locker room. It was milling with slender girls in bright pink sports bras and printed spandex. “Tell me again why we came here?”

“Because Deficit Week was your idea,” I said as I tossed our shared gym bag in one locker. Deficit Week was basically the week after Halloween, during which Riley realized we’d soon be inundated with tons of parties and holiday food. There were several “Friendsgiving” dinners leading up to actual Thanksgiving night at our parents’ house, and after that, it was the same deal with weekly parties and potlucks till Christmas. So every year, Riley suggested we lose as much weight as possible the week before festivities kicked off, so we could be at a deficit and indulge in food without gaining much weight. It was a pretty good idea. Of course executing it was a whole other thing.

“I like working out at Liam’s gym better. The guys here are too gelled and pretty for my taste,” Riley said as we left the locker room and ascended the stairs. I caught Liam’s eye as we passed the floor with all the weights. He was spotting Max but flicked his gaze to me like I had a magnetic pull on him. Smirking, he watched me go up the steps in the outfit that he had called “dangerous” before. It was just a sports bra and yoga pants, but the bra was black and strappy, and the pants were a light gray that Liam seemed to think accentuated my ass. He couldn’t keep his hands off my backside as we made our way out of the apartment, palming me and squeezing the greediest handfuls despite the fact that Riley was walking barely three feet ahead.

“Good God,” Riley said as we got up to the cardio floor. “Liam and Max just now.”

“I know,” was all I said. We rarely acknowledged Liam together but it was impossible not to just now. He and Max were like statues of Greek gods, both shirtless and sweating, their muscles and veins bulging more than usual. Max grunted loudly with his every lift. It was practically pornographic.

I kept the image in my head as I did an hour on the treadmill. I had always appreciated my shape. I liked my breasts, and I was evenly distributed aside from hips that Aria told me were made to “slay pencil skirts.” Generally, I was satisfied with myself. But since being with Liam, I’d inexplicably begun to love my body. Every inch, every dip, every flare and every curve. Nothing had physically changed but something about feeling Liam’s hands on me regularly had done some kind of good. It was as if our sex pumped confidence into my veins and lingered on my skin like an expensive perfume. I felt radiant and I knew it was real because Riley and my staff wouldn’t stop remarking about it.

“Hot damn. Is that Sasha Blakely I see?”

My eyes fluttered at the sound of my name, and I snapped out of my focus to find myself suddenly staring at a familiar heart-shaped face.

“Oh my God – Natalie?” Riley gasped from a couple treadmills down.

Natalie Mathis. She was an old classmate and neighbor whose parents lived on the same block as mine. I hadn’t quite grown up with her, but after Mom married Vic and moved us, I transferred schools and shared most of my Honors and AP’s with that tiny little spitfire. And of course, over the past few years, Riley and I had seen her and her brother in Hudson Valley during the holidays, when we went to see our parents and they went to see theirs.

“Look at you two being adorable sisters and working out together. Are you guys doing Deficit Week training right now?” Natalie giggled, tossing the ends of her double French braid over her toned shoulders. “‘Cause I totally am.”

“Oh, like you need to!” Riley exclaimed, standing back to shoot playful daggers at Natalie’s ultra-petite, ultra-fit body wrapped in neon hot shorts and a matching bra. A hand on her flat stomach, Natalie laughed.

“Trust me, I need to. I’m having back-to-back Thanksgiving dinners with both sides of the family, plus your parents’ dinner, since your mom invited me.”

“Of course she did,” Riley snorted, though I actually couldn’t figure out why my mother had invited Natalie since she tended to keep our holidays strictly family. Growing up, we were never allowed to invite even the likes of A.J or Aria over. Riley wiggled her eyebrows. “So does this mean you’re bringing that doll of a boyfriend, Nat?”

“Mm, well, he’s a doll who cheated on me with his twenty-year-old assistant so no, definitely not bringing him,” Natalie laughed, brushing it off when Riley started to apologize profusely. “D

on’t even worry about it, girl. Boyfriends come and go. I heard yours did too, Sash. What happened?”

I blinked at how to-the-point Natalie was but then reminded myself that it had always been her nature. I shrugged. “Eh, you know. It just ran its course,” I said, giving the same generic excuse that I’d given my family and basically all my friends who weren’t named Aria.

Natalie narrowed her big, brown eyes at me. “You politician.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean, girl. Ethan was a gem. He was cute and smart and rich and you guys were engaged. ‘It ran its course’ is not at all a sufficient explanation and you know that.”