Protector: A Billionaire Step-Brother Romance

As I sat back in the seat, the partition screen rolled up with a high-pitched buzzing sound, leaving us alone in the silence of the rear six seats. Even the drone of the talk radio was totally drowned out. Cole had readjusted himself in the seat, sitting casually with his hands in his lap but no longer rubbing himself. I was taken aback to see that he looked almost embarrassed, ashamed of his own lack of control. His erection was still apparent, and it gave me a thrill of pleasure to think that he had been this aroused simply by the sight of my hands on my own clothed breasts. It made me feel powerful, intoxicated.

He blinked at me expectantly, unsure of what I was going to do. He was exactly where I wanted him. I clicked my seatbelt out of its lock and did the same with his.

“Mackenzie,” he murmured as I began to massage my breasts through my tank top. I toyed with my nipples, soft and pointed through the silky fabric. Cole watched me as though entranced. I pushed my breasts together and leaned forward so that he could see my cleavage, and then I dropped one sleeve and shrugged my shoulders so that my left breast spilled out of my top. My nipple hardened in the cool air, and I circled it with my thumb, moaning quietly. Cole sighed and I noticed that his hand had returned to his groin and was rubbing faster than before.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbled, and reached out to cup my breast with one big hand. I leaned into his touch and gently pushed his other hand away from his crotch. He gave me a confused look, and I straddled him, stripping out of my tank top to reveal both breasts and my smooth stomach. “Fuck, Mackenzie,” Cole gasped as I began to grind against his chest, his erection. His arms wrapped around to draw me closer and he pressed his face between my breasts, kissing and lightly biting. When he drew my nipple into his warm, wet mouth I couldn’t help but let out a little squeak. He laughed against my skin and dragged lightly scraping fingernails down my back. I closed my eyes and gave into the fantastic sensation for a few minutes, just rocking against him, feeling him so hard and huge against me.

“I need you,” he murmured. I moved away and pulled down my skirt, gently massaging my clit through my undies. Cole reached to unzip his jeans and I quickly took over, gazing up at him with a wry smile.

“I want to do this myself,” I told him quietly, pulling his cock through the hole in his boxers. He was so hard, his cock pulsing with the need for release. The tip was slick and sticky. Cole was breathing roughly, his chest heaving as he watched me. I spread his legs and moved down between them, kneeling on the floor of the car. Slowly I wrapped my hand around his member and began to stroke him, the palm of my hand tiny against the underside of his thick shaft. I could barely reach my fingers all the way around him, so I used both hands to pump his cock. Cole groaned and tilted his head back in pleasure, one hand grasping at my hair, gently guiding me to his dick. I smiled and took his member into my mouth, gasping at the size of it.

“Oh, god,” he muttered. “Your fucking mouth...”

I massaged the tip of his cock with my tongue, then sucked him into my mouth as far back as it could go before I started to gag. I pulled back and pumped him with my hands, licking my lips. “Cole, you’re so damn big,” I purred.

“Don’t take any more than you can handle,” he insisted, a tone of worry breaking through the huskiness of his voice. Here he was, utterly vulnerable with his cock in my hands, and he was still trying to protect me. I wanted to prove to him that I could handle it, could handle him.

“Don’t worry about me,” I said, with more confidence than I actually felt, and sucked his cock back into my mouth, starting to move my head up and down, still stroking him with my hands. My fingers moved down to very gently massage his balls, and he cried out in ecstasy. It was so satisfying, knowing that I could reduce this tall, muscular hulk of a beautiful man to whimpers and groans, seeing him fall apart at the mere sight of me, the mere touch. He tangled a hand in my hair, clearly working hard to restrain himself from simply shoving his cock down my throat. He moved his hips up and down with my mouth, matching me stride for stride. I hummed in pleasure, knowing the vibrations would send him over the edge. I was right.

Cole jerked his hips and moaned, “Ohhhh!” Forgetting himself for a moment, he pushed my head down so that his thick, hard cock pressed into the back of my throat, threatening to nearly choke me as he shot his hot, heavy load into my mouth. I gagged slightly and he moved to pull away but, still needing to prove myself, I refused to let go, instead bobbing up and down on his cock a few final times while he groaned and let his hands fall helplessly to his sides.

Finally, I withdrew, sitting back, swallowing his seed, and wiping my mouth. Cole twitched a few times in the aftershocks of his orgasm, then opened his eyes and grinned at me incredulously. “Jesus, ‘Kenz. Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” he asked, tucking his spent member back into his boxers and zipping his jeans.

I shrugged and shook my head. “I just wanted to make you feel good, Cole,” I told him truthfully. “And I knew what you wanted. I could feel it.”

He stroked the side of my face, peering at me i

n wonder and awe. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, and pulled me up into his lap to kiss me full on the mouth.

“Can you taste yourself?” I asked, pressing a finger to his lower lip. He laughed.

“Probably. But nothing’s gonna keep me from kissing you, Mackenzie.”

“Nothing?” I asked, my face breaking into a smile. He lightly kissed the end of my nose.

“Absolutely fucking nothing,” he replied, resting his forehead against mine.

Ten minutes later, we arrived in front of his apartment building. After paying the driver an outlandishly generous tip, we darted upstairs to shower off and cook lunch.

That afternoon, he decided to show me some self-defense moves. He was the one to bring it up, but honestly, I was relieved. After the run in with that guy, I didn’t want to be caught off guard again, and having Cole teach me was the best thing I could think of.

We practiced for hours, laughing and kissing in between sessions, until we got sleepy and fell into bed together, never leaving each other’s side.

Cole

The day of the wedding was the biggest media frenzy this city must have seen since my dad’s first wedding. I’d only seen pictures of that day, but there were a lot of them, given how publicized the event had been, and now, everything looked about the same—the outside of the estate crawling with five times as many press as there were actual wedding guests. And like the photos, I didn’t recognize two-thirds of the family and friends that did show.

The décor was even the same, more or less, even if the fashion of the attendees was nothing like it was back then. Similar stream of top-of-the-line cars carrying the same types of people, catering from what looked like the same famous restaurant, and the same old fake smile on Dad’s face.

He was waving to the paparazzi outside the property while holding the arm of some old aunt of his who’d been a star back before even his heyday. If there was one thing he was good at, it was acting, and he was putting on the most likeable show he possibly could for the cameras. You could hardly tell this was his second marriage, except for his kids’ being there, and instead of Chelsea, it was Mackenzie there with me. Her mom, of course, couldn’t be seen beforehand, so she was busy getting ready, and Mackenzie had to slip away periodically to help with that, but I’d insisted that she stick by my side as much as she could. I wished we didn’t have to take precautions on a day like this, but I could never be too careful with how many friends Dad had here. The less of a chance the media had to ask about the two of us living together and the rumored falling-out I’d had with Dad, the better. And even if they did, Mackenzie and I had been preparing for this day with answers for them.

Getting on the guest list hadn’t even been that tough to pull off. Mackenzie was still in touch with her mom pretty regularly, and they both wanted to be with each other today of all days. I don’t know what kind of strings Julie had to pull with Dad to get him to call off the security he’d no doubt set up to keep me out, but between her intervention and the leverage I had with the serving staff, getting in wasn’t too big of an issue. Besides, the press was crawling all around the estate. If the Van der Hausen step-siblings weren’t at their parents’ own wedding, there would be a media frenzy hell to pay. Not even Dad was that stubborn.

The ceremony was going to take place in the gardens. They were hardly recognizable, with blue flowers decorating just about every visible hedge and tree, and even the fountains were decorated with lotuses that Mackenzie liked to swirl around while sitting on the fountain’s edge. While she did, I stood beside her, shooing away the manor security that passed by us every now and then to give me a dirty look and make sure I wasn’t going to “try anything,” I figured.

Mackenzie looked even more stunning than she had when she’d first tried on her dress for the wedding. Between her impeccably curled hair and shimmery makeup, she looked like an angelic statue there on the stone side of the fountain. She was trying to wear a smile, but I’d gotten to know her facial cues pretty well over our week together, and I could tell that something was seriously bothering her—not that I needed much of a hint as to what it was.

“You holding up okay?” I asked, regardless.