Officer Stepbrother Page 3

  “Zoe!”

  I jumped in my spot then reached down to hastily pull my pants back up. I heard my mother’s footsteps approaching my bedroom and I made a mad dash for the door, grabbing my bathrobe and wrapping it around my body just as she twisted the knob and stepped inside.

  “Hey, mom.”

  “Good morning, honey. Just wanted to make sure you were up and getting ready for school.”

  I nodded then frowned as I noticed the look on her face. “Are you alright?” I asked, unable to stop my concern from leaking into my tone.

  “Oh, I'm fine. This new shift is going to take some getting used to. I'm just tired.”

  “Well go back to bed. I'll get dressed and head to school, I promise. You don't have to worry about me skipping.”

  “Thanks, sweetie. I have to say, I wasn't thrilled when you first got a boyfriend but it's nice not to have to worry about getting you to school,” she said with a light laugh and a smile.

  I froze, not wanting to raise the fact that we may have broken up last night.

  I think we broke up. I really have no idea. Is he even going to pick me up today?

  Not wanting to worry her, I just plastered the biggest smile I could onto my face and nodded. “It's pretty handy. You know though, if you got me a car I could dump him and drive myself to school.”

  “Soon, I promise.”

  This time, my smile was completely sincere. “Thanks mom. Now go back to bed,” I told her as sternly as I possibly could.

  “You don't have to tell me twice. Have a good day at school, sweetie,” she said, yawning in mid-sentence before turning back around and heading down the hall to her own bedroom.

  I breathed a sigh of relief once she was gone, then immediately prickled up at the thought of Danny giving me a ride to school. If he didn't show, I could just ride my bike. I'd probably be late to class but it might be worth it to save myself from the embarrassment of sitting in that car with him.

  Then again, I couldn't imagine that he would even show up after what happened. I went to my nightstand and checked my phone for missed calls or unread text messages. There was nothing there and I mentally kicked myself into action, deciding just to get dressed as quickly as possible and get a head start on the bike ride to school.

  Surely he won't show. I sure wouldn't.

  ~*~*~

  After I got dressed for the day I ran downstairs to grab a pop tart. There was no way I was going to make it to school in time to grab anything from the breakfast line and I knew better than to go in with an empty stomach.

  Half-way through my quick breakfast there was a knock at the door. I paused mid-chew and frowned, wondering who the hell would show up at the house at 7:30 in the morning.

  I walked towards the door and cracked it open, shocked to my very core to see Danny standing on my porch looking more than a little uncomfortable.

  “Uh.. Hey,” he said as he awkwardly scratched at the back of his neck. “You about ready?”

  I realized I was gaping at him and mentally shook myself. Of all the times he had picked me up for school, he had never once come to my door. “Are you serious?”

  Danny frowned, tilting his head to the side as he slowly said, “Yeah... Don't you need a ride?”

  I sighed heavily, knowing that it'd be pretty stupid to decline the offer considering he was standing right in front of me. “Alright, let me get my bag.”

  ~*~*~

  The silence in his car was incredibly thick. I kept my body angled towards the door, looking out the window at the passing houses as we flew through the neighborhood.

  “Soooo.... Last night was...” Danny said, trailing off as he carefully chose his next word. “Fun.”

  I finally turned to face him, a blank look on my face as I dryly repeated, “Fun.”

  “Well... Yeah. Really fun. And really fucking hot.”

  I really couldn't argue with that. It was pretty hot. I felt my face burn with heat as I unconsciously glanced to the backseat.

  “So how do you know him?”

  Danny had moved to town less than two years ago, long after Brent was out of school and had moved out of our house. And while I had mentioned having a stepbrother to him a few times since we started dating, I don't think I had ever referred to him by name.

  I was really grateful of that fact now. The last thing I wanted was for the events of last night to get spread around town. My mom would kill me if I didn't die from embarrassment first.

  “Just from around, you know. Small town and all,” I said casually, adding a shrug in an attempt to appear nonchalant. “Can you do me a huge favor?”

  “Sure.”

  “Can you.. not tell anyone about last night? There wasn't anyone else up there so I know nobody saw us and... I just don't want word to get out. I already feel like such a slut,” I admitted quietly.

  Danny glanced my way and nodded. “I won't tell anyone, I promise. But...”

  I felt my eye twitch as I watched a slow smile appear on his face. “But what?” I snapped, angry at the idea of him having conditions for his silence.

  “Can we do it again sometime?” he asked hopefully.

  Oh. I really didn’t see that coming.

  While I wasn't entirely against the idea, I had a couple of problems with it. The biggest being that I didn't know if Brent was ever going to be up for a repeat of last night. Secondly, I really didn't want to date Danny after his revelation last night and I was worried that I’d give him the wrong impression if I agreed to a repeat.

  “I don't think he'll be down for a repeat,” I said carefully, hoping it would be a good enough excuse for him.

  “Well, I can get one of my boys and we can-”

  “Danny, no!” I shrieked, turning my wide eyes to glare at him. “You promised not to tell anyone like less than three minutes ago!”

  He let out a sigh of disappointment as we pulled into the school parking lot. “Fine, fine. Won't bring it up again. But I do have one more question.”

  “What is it?”

  He put the Camaro in park and killed the engine before turning to me and asking, “Are we still going out?”

  ~*~*~

  Chapter Five

  When Danny asked me that morning if we were still going out, I automatically said no. Not only because of the fact that he was with me because of a dare, but also because my heart was clinging on to the hope that Brent would come back for seconds. And thirds.

  Actually, he can just come take me away forever. That would work.

  Instead of having my dreams fulfilled by the man who roughly took my virginity in the back seat of my boyfriend's Camaro, I had them crushed as one day of no contact turned into two, which turned into three, and so on.

  Now here it was, eight days after I had sex for the very first time and I hadn't heard a peep from my stepbrother.

  On day six, I asked mom if she had heard anything from Brent lately. She told me she hadn’t spoken to him in over a week and last time she tried calling, it had gone straight to voicemail. It was like he disappeared. I tried to call him a couple of times and even sent a few super embarrassing texts that reeked of desperation.

  No response.

  I looked at the calendar on my phone and realized that I was five days away from my period. Or five days away from when my period was supposed to show up, but I had a nagging suspicion that it wasn't going to.

  Which meant that it was time to take drastic measures.

  If he won't come to me... I'll just find a way to get to him.

  ~*~*~

  The next night after my mom left for her shift at the hospital, I waited until the sun went down then headed upstairs to raid my closet for the sluttiest thing I owned.

  I already knew what it was. My low cut top and short skirt had nothing on the teeny tiny clubbing dress I bought right after I turned eighteen and a friend of mine had convinced me to go clubbing. She had picked out the dress, but I never had a chance to bear it. The night I was supposed to go
to the club with Frieda, my stepfather came home early from a business trip and refused to let me leave the house ‘looking like a harlot’.

  Well... Jim isn't here to stop me this time.

  I paired it with the highest heels I owned and threw my longest trench coat over top of the dress. No point in unveiling my outfit until I needed to.

  The car horn outside alerted me that my ride was here. I took the stairs carefully, knowing that in heels this high I was liable to trip and break something. The horn sounded again and I growled at the noise, wishing that Frieda wasn't so damn impatient.

  When I finally got to her car she immediately bombarded me with, “What the hell took you so long?”

  “I'm sorry! I was just finishing up getting dressed.” After I was safely buckled, she pulled away from the curb and I gratefully said, “Thanks for the ride, by the way. I really appreciate this.”

  “It's not a problem. Sorry for snapping at you. I'm going out with Greg tonight and I'm already running late. Where do you want me to drop you?”

  “You know where the turn-off for Harper's Hill is?”

  She rolled her eyes but kept them focused on the road. “Duh, of course I do.”

  “There is fine.”

  She quickly glanced at me, a worried frown marring her pretty face. “Are you meeting someone? I thought you dumped Danny.”

  “Oh, I did. I'm just... I wanted to go for a walk and it's so nice up there.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me? You want to go for a walk in the woods in those heels? Bullshit. Tell me the truth.”

  I sighed heavily. “Look, I can't go into details right now. But I promise to tell you when I can. Just trust me.”

  “Are you going to be in any danger?” she asked seriously and I knew that if I had said yes or even hesitated with my answer, she would've turned the car around and taken me home. Date or no date.

  “Not at all. I'll be safe.”

  “And you're sure you have a ride home?”

  “Positive,” I said with a confident nod, smiling as we came into view of the dirt road that led to Harper's Hill. “You can let me out right up here.”

  Frieda pulled over and put the car into park. “I don't like this. Leaving you on the side of the road at nine something at night? Something could happen to you, Zoe.”

  I shook my head back and forth rapidly. “Trust me, I couldn't be more safe than I will be with the person I'm meeting.”

  I could tell that her curiosity was peaked, but she didn't push. She bit her lip for a second before she sighed and nodded. “Alright. Go.”

  “Thanks so much. Have the best date ever!”

  She smiled and gave me a saucy wink. “You too, girl.”

  I waved at her car as she drove away and I looked to the entrance to Harper's Hill. I considered standing around where I was, it would certainly be easier to walk on the pavement, but this road got a little too much traffic for my taste. I started down the dirt road, wobbling every time I stepped on a rock in these ridiculous heels.

  Okay, maybe I hadn't quite thought this plan through.

  I didn't know whether it was just a coincidence or not, but when I heard in school that a few of my classmates had been busted up on Harper's Hill by none other than Brent, I took it as a sign that he must have been stationed in that area and a plan had immediately formulated in my mind.

  Dress as slutty as possible and go to the Hill alone and Brent would catch me.

  But as I walked alone along the abandoned dirt road, I was beginning to see all the flaws with this plan. The main one being that if I was wrong and he didn't patrol this area every night... I may be stuck walking the eight miles back home. There was also the possibility that he did patrol this area, but I didn’t know if his shift schedule changed from day to day.

  Please, please, PLEASE be working tonight.

  I decided to go straight to the slightly hidden area that he had parked his police car in last week, hoping that it was a standard spot for him to hide and wait. When I finally reached the secluded area, a lump formed in my throat when I realized that it was empty.

  My confidence started to waver as I clutched my overcoat tightly to my body. I had originally planned to toss the coat in some bushes while I walked around aimlessly to attract his attention. Now though, I had the nagging feeling that it may put me in danger.

  Especially since I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as the feeling of being watched slowly trickled down my spine.

  This was the stupidest idea I have ever had.

  I spun around, my eyes searching the darkness as I looked for any other people or vehicles in the area. The almost full moon had given the plains of Harper's Hill a glow that was well enough for me to see. After scanning the area a number of times and coming up empty, I shakily called out, “Hello?”

  Something shiny caught my eye in the distance and I made my way towards it, hoping that I wouldn't come to regret the decision to do so.

  It’s a bumper.

  As I got closer, I sighed with relief when I recognized the cop car that was attached to the bumper, half-hidden amongst some bushes.

  Oh, thank fuck. It's Brent.

  Deciding to go ahead with my original plan now that I didn’t feel like I was in danger of being murdered, I snuck to the side and shed my coat, tossing it towards the bushes before smoothing down the super-clingy dress I had worn tonight. I took a deep breath and stepped out, casually strolling towards the car, waiting with bated breath for the inevitable reaction.

  When I passed in front of it, a grin formed on my lips as the siren sounded once and the blue lights lit up, illuminating the area as they flashed.

  Show time.

  ~*~*~

  Chapter Six

  “Hands above your head,” Brent called as he stepped out of the car.

  I followed his instruction, stretching my arms straight up into the air, causing my dress to ride even higher up my thighs before I slowly folded them down and placed my hands on the back of my head. I tracked his movements with my eyes as he stalked towards me, his expression one of a predator that just caught its favorite type of prey.

  For a brief second, our gazes locked and I could see the lust directed at me as the blue lights flashed in his eyes. He looked almost deadly in the light and I couldn't fight the shiver of anticipation that rippled through my body.

  He approached me from the side and forcefully spun me around to face the front of the police car. I felt him pulling my arms down then he grabbed the back of my neck and pressed me forward, bending me over the hood.

  Out of instinct, I braced myself by placing my hands on the car. He made a quiet sound of approval before his deep voice rumbled, “Spread your legs.”

  It was easier said than done in the ridiculous shoes I was wearing, but I did the best that I could. I felt the stiletto heels digging into the dirt as he pressed me even further over the hood. I rested on my forearms and waited, feeling the cool breeze rolling over my exposed ass and knowing that I was completely bare to his gaze.

  “No panties, huh? You out here looking to get fucked or something?”

  “Mm-hm,” I murmured in agreement as he started to lightly frisk me. Goosebumps broke out over my skin everywhere he touched with his large, warm hands.

  “You look like a hooker,” he mumbled, his tone a combination of arousal and distaste. “Is that what you are? A dirty slut looking for her next John?”

  “Y-Yes,” I gasped out as my pussy began to get slick with arousal.

  Brent gripped me by the hair and pulled me upright, pressing his hard body against my back as he growled, “Well I'll tell you right now... I'm not paying for what I already own.”

  Then he shoved me back down and yanked my dress above my ass, his hand immediately connecting with my exposed cheeks. I cried out as he spanked me again and again, doing it until I was sure that my skin was bright red.

  He pressed his hips forward against my sore ass and rolled his hips a few t
imes, letting me feel just how hard he was for me. I moaned and pressed back into it, desperate to have him inside me again.

  “This what you want, baby? This why you came out here tonight dressed like a whore?”

  I couldn’t explain why, but even through the fog of lust I felt the urge to explain myself. “You- You wouldn't answer my texts. I didn't know what else to do.”

  The motion of his hips paused, his cock still pressed against my ass as he leaned over my back, pressing one of his huge hands to the hood of the car to keep him steady as he whispered, “I didn't respond because what I did to you was incredibly wrong. I lost control when I should’ve shown some restraint. But I can't take it back now.”

  “Do you want to take it back?”

  He sighed heavily, so much so that I could feel his chest rise and fall against my back as I tried to reign in my panic.

  Please say no, please say no.

  “Not really,” he admitted after a long stretch of silence. “But that doesn't make what I did any less wrong.”

  “It feels right to me,” I pointed out as I pressed my ass back against his crotch. “It certainly felt right having you inside of me.”

  I could hear the sound of his teeth grinding together. “Dammit, Zoe.”

  I could practically feel him unravelling as I continued to press his buttons. “Didn’t it feel right, Brent? Wasn't my tight little pussy a perfect fit for that huge cock of yours?”

  “You're playing with fire,” he whispered, lips pressed against my shoulder.

  “I clearly recall you telling me that me and my 'perfect cunt' were yours now. I thought that you 'owned' me. So fucking take me,” I demanded, parroting back his own words at him.

  The words that had been burned into my mind ever since he first uttered them.

  Brent growled and pushed himself off of me, yanking my arms behind my back as he did so. I felt my eyes widen when I felt his handcuffs snap around my wrists and he pressed me forward, my breasts mashing up against the cold metal of the car and making my nipples stiffen.

  “You're right, you know,” Brent panted as he undid his belt and slid down the zipper of his pants. “It felt so fucking right being buried in your tight cunt. Like it was made for me.”