Wrong: A Stepbrother Romance

“Hey, my dick doesn’t lie. At least you know I’m telling the truth when I say I want you wearing one for me.”

I tried to deflect. “You’re a dirty man,” I teased, still stroking him.

“I’m an honest man,” he countered.

“Right.”

“What are your doubts right now?”

“You telling me that you think about me… in a wedding dress,” I replied dubiously. But the words alone sent a thrill up my spine.

“I’m telling you that.”

“Mm-hm. In a classic happily ever after.”

“Yes. Tell me why you can’t seem to believe it.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I laughed. “Probably because I’ve put you through such endless hell that I can’t imagine you have time to think about anything besides your next breath. I gave you so many things to stress over and be angry about that you decided after two years you needed to fight again. Just to let it all out.”

“I don’t see how that’s a bad thing.”

I swallowed, realizing neither of us was joking around anymore. “It’s a bad thing because it’s like I cursed you. All the bullshit you went through in the past few months was caused by one person, and one person only. Me.”

“You’re not wrong about that.” Liam pulled me closer. “But your burdens didn’t just happen upon me. I chose to be with you, so I chose to bear them with you. I chose to fight with you and share in your pain. I said I was here to make sure you got the happiness you deserved, and I meant that with no expiration on those words. Yeah, you put me through Hell, but you can drag me there and back again, and I’ll still be here for you, Sash.”

His words stripped the air from my lungs but I shook my head. “I won’t, Liam,” I whispered, brushing my lips against his. “I won’t drag you back there again. I refuse. You deserve happiness, too, and a new start. You’re going to win this fight, and if you want to keep fighting after that, that’s great. But it won’t be because of me. From here on out, you only fight in the cage. I won’t be taking any more of your energy, or putting you through any more bullshit. I only ever want to make you happy.”

Liam gave me that crooked grin as he cupped my thighs and lifted me out of the water. “That works for me too.”

“Good.”

I kissed him as he carried me inside to our bedroom, his erection pressed between our bodies and pulsing hot against my belly. My arms stayed laced around his neck as he laid me down gently, his tongue still sweeping mine, never breaking contact as he untied the sides of my bikini bottom. Peeling it away, he ran the head of his cock against my clit, circling it around my swollen pearl at a languorous pace. He pulled his mouth away from my kiss only to watch me reach the very edge of my breaking point and beg to him.

“Put it in, Liam. Please. I need it now.”

He didn’t tease or torture me this time. Parting my legs, Liam positioned himself between them. His eyes on mine, he pushed himself all the way inside me. I moaned as he pulled nearly all the way out, pushing deeper in the second time. I watched his bicep flex as he gripped under my thigh, positioning my leg so he could access every inch of my pussy. My arms over my head, I shivered. I was used to Liam fucking me hard and fast, but at a slow pace, he was somehow more powerful and brutal than ever, his strokes impaling me.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Sasha.” Liam watched every expression on my face as he dominated me. He was kneeling now, my thighs draped over the tops of his and his hands fisting my waist to pull me all the way down to the root of his dick. I felt so small, so pleasurably powerless as I lay staring up at Liam, watching in amazement as he rocked smoothly, deftly inside me, filling me completely despite his easy movements. His head slightly tilted, his eyes smoothed over me – over every inch of my body from my pussy drowning in his cock to my breasts shaking from his thrust. His gaze traveled slowly, taking its time till it reached my lips parting to moan. His name was at the edge of my tongue but he was so ferociously deep inside me that I could barely make a sound. Eyes burning through me, Liam read my mind.

“Say it.”

When I didn’t immediately comply, he yanked my thighs till his cock hit the luscious sweet spot only he had discovered for me. When his name tore from my tight throat, Liam did it again, shaking the bed, growling deeply with my every cry. His fingers gripping my thighs, I felt my muscles tighten. When I came, Liam’s weight collapsed on top of me, and his slow pace turned to a wild, brutish thrusting that coaxed out every last convulsion in my core. It amplified my orgasm ruthlessly and slammed the headboard against the wall. I was still in ecstasy when he captured the nape of my neck and crushed his mouth over mine, his tongue tasting the desperate ache in my breath, absorbing me and savoring me.

“Fuck, baby.” Liam growled, barely having to move his hips to slip and slide inside my heightened wetness. He took my cue when I pushed against his chest and rolled me over, his swollen tip still lodged deep inside me as I switched to the top. I was still breathless as I straddled him, but I wanted too badly to ride his cock. I kept my heavy gaze pinned to him as I moved on him, merely arching and un-arching my back to slide my drenched pussy up and down his long shaft. “Yes,” Liam breathed as I reached behind me to untie and unclasp my bikini top. “Show them to me.” I let the soaked fabric fall onto his six-pack and he groaned at my naked breasts. When he reached for them, I took his hands. I molded him over me and held his squeezing grip on me as my hips picked up their speed to ride Liam harder. “Christ, I’m so fucking lucky,” he panted as he gazed up at me. “You are my fucking miracle, baby. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you,” I returned without question.

“Tell me again.”

“I love you, Liam,” I whispered, blood rushing to my swelling lips as I felt him turn to steel between my walls. My hair fell into my eyes as I rocked into his deep thrusts, but I didn’t shake it away. Nothing could break our gaze as I brought us both to our very peaks, a second surge tearing through my body as I soaked in Liam’s awe for me, the green in his eyes brighter than ever as he stared into my soul.

“Keep doing it. You’re going to milk every drop out of me, Sasha,” he rasped, groaning as a spasm ripped through his body, contracting each and every line of muscle on his sculpted torso. I bit my lip, loving my view and grinding with wild abandon on him till I came again, pitching forward and gasping for air. Liam grabbed my hips, his teeth gnashed as he moved me back and forth over his cock, erupting in a vicious roar as he flooded me with his seed. My thighs pumped as I demanded it, begged for it, every precious drop of his heat spurting inside me.

When I collapsed onto him, the air I breathed was still thick with our yearning. Emotion churned through the air and prevented us from drifting into sleep despite our fatigue, but I didn’t care. I held onto Liam as he hugged me tight against his chest, and I relished in every second I got with him. I wasn’t the type to pray but in that moment, I did, silently pleading that this love would never be interrupted, and that someday very soon I could enjoy this man fully, without having to worry that somehow, another obstacle lie just around the corner.

Chapter Thirty

The place Aria chose for brunch the next day boasted a heated patio complete with a fire pit and peaceful view of Gore Creek. Still, Aria packed her bags with thick, printed blankets that we wound up throwing over our boys’ shoulders before snuggling into them.