Stepbrother's Gift

I thought that Tessa must have picked up the tone in my voice when I kept correcting her. “Is anything else wrong?”

I wanted to spill everything to her. I wanted to tell her about how James had fucked me, how I was so confused, how I wished we could just cuddle on the couch and have a slumber party, but I couldn't. I couldn't tell her about the mixed emotions surging through my stomach every time I thought of James. “No,” I said.

“Is it Dennis?” she asked,

“It's not Dennis, I haven't heard from him since...” I trailed off.

“Right. Well, whatever's bothering you, you take care of yourself.”

“You take care, too,” I said, hanging up.

I stared at the stage as I set my phone on the table and tried to think of what to do next. They were setting it up to be used for the poetry reading, and I didn't really want to stay for that. I threw the rest of the coffee down my throat, tucked the band schedule in my pocket, then made for the door. Anne caught my eye on the way out. “I'll see you Thursday?” she asked.

I smiled. “I'd like that,” I said. She smiled even wider and turned to her next customer. I wasn't sure where I'd be on Thursday, but that didn't stop me from being nice.

Chapter Fourteen

It was even colder out now, but luckily the walk was short back to James' apartment. When I got there, I kept all my clothes on. I sat on his beautiful sofa and turned on the TV, but I didn't recognize any of the local channels. Luckily, he had a premium movie channel, so I just turned that on and waited.

I wasn't paying attention to the movie, but it was some kind of serious drama. It definitely wasn't a softcore porn, but there was one love-making scene right in the middle of it. The girl in the scene was in her mid-20s and beautiful, but I was definitely concentrating more on the guy.

He was muscular, serious, and had just a hint of stubble. He was definitely older, but I couldn't help but look at the way he moved.

The way that the actor on TV was kissing the actress, I knew that there was real chemistry between them, just the same way there was real chemistry between me and James. With every thrust, the girl seemed to be building in ecstasy.

I imagined James, reliving the way his brows came together when he climaxed. The way his body took control of mine. I hated the way he was always in control, but I loved it, too.

My eyes went back to the screen, but the good part was already ending and it was back to the drama. Figures, I thought. Just when it was getting good.

I watched the rest of the movie, but didn't really have any idea what was going on it. My mind was still racing with thoughts about how the rest of the day had gone. About what was going on in my own body right now. As the credits started, I wondered what I would do next. My phone chirped. A message from James told me exactly how I'd be spending the rest of the evening.

I'll be home in ten minutes. I want you in bed and ready for me.

I thought about texting back something sarcastic, but I had felt robbed earlier when he had to leave and I didn't want anything to derail this.

I stripped down to my underwear and bra and found myself back in his bed, wrapped in his sheets.

I was ready for more.

Chapter Fifteen

I heard him open the door to the apartment and walk in. His footsteps were just as deliberate as they had been when he had come home earlier.

“Allie?” he called.

“In here,” I yelled back.

“Good,” he said as he walked in the doorway. He had already thrown off his suit coat. Now he was unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt.

“I was wondering if you were just going to tear off every one of those,” I said, smiling up at him.

He laughed. “Do you have any idea how much these cost? They're monogrammed.”

I pouted. “Oh, poor baby. I guess you'll just have to buy yourself some more.”

“I guess so,” he said. He left his shirt open and kicked off his shoes. He crawled into bed with his shirt and pants still on.

I licked my lips in anticipation as he crawled on to the bed until he was on all fours on top of me. I reached up and kissed him, running my tongue along his salty lower lip as my legs curled around him and my hands slid under his unbuttoned shirt and pushed it down his muscled arms. He was hot under my hands. I ran them back up over his strong shoulders, squeezing his muscles, then down his hard, toned chest. I slid them over his pants and felt the weight of his growing erection hanging down between his legs. I nipped his lip with my teeth.