Officer Stepbrother Page 6

  “So you’re moving in with your stepbrother,” she said dryly before turning suspicious eyes to the man in question. “And you’re okay with this?”

  “She offered to pay rent and keep the place clean,” Brent commented with a shrug. “Wasn’t going to say no to that.”

  Mom looked between us a few times for letting out a long, resigned sigh. “Fine. I suppose I can understand your reasoning, Zoe. But I’m going to miss you.”

  “I’ll miss you too, mom,” I told her honestly before I reached to hug her again. “But I’ll only be fifteen minutes away.”

  “I know, sweetie.”

  Brent caught my eye over her shoulder and the corner of his mouth turned up just a hair. Not enough to draw any attention to the action, but enough for me to feel a thrill of excitement pulse through me.

  I couldn’t fight back my smile.

  ~*~*~

  “That went well.”

  I turned to face the owner of the voice but Brent pressed his body firmly against my back and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me in place.

  “I knew it would.”

  Brent hummed in agreement before he pressed his lips to my neck, trailing gentle kisses down until he reached my shoulder. “I want you,” his whispered huskily.

  “Knock it off. You know we can’t do anything here, it’s too risky.”

  Brent grunted, obviously disagreeing with me. After the graduation ceremony, we had come back to our parent’s house for my graduation party. It wasn’t exactly a party, just the four of us along with some extended family, neighbors, and a few of my stepfather’s business friends.

  Basically, my graduation was being used as an excuse to get everyone together and get drunk. Which was fine by me because it meant that no one was paying attention to Brent and I as he started to feel me up in the darkened hallway.

  “Nobody will find us. Dad’s too busy arguing about brands of scotch and your mom is being occupied by your aunt Claire.”

  If mom was indeed talking to aunt Claire, she’d be there for a while. Claire never stopped talking.

  “Okay, fine. But not in the hallway.”

  I felt him smile against the skin of my shoulder before he whispered, “Follow me.”

  We hadn’t gotten many chances in the past three weeks to be together. We’d seen each other only twice since the night we’d made love, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. His father had come back a few days after our passionate night together and insisted on staying home until after my graduation, not wanting to miss it by getting stuck elsewhere.

  Which had made it a lot harder to sneak out and see my secret boyfriend. We had phone sex quite often, but it just wasn’t the same as having Brent whispering his dirty words right into my ear.

  I followed him down the hall and towards the door of the basement. He opened it silently before putting a hand on the small of my back and guiding me ahead of him. I stepped inside and slowly started descending the stairs as he closed the door behind us as quietly as possible.

  “It's really dark down here,” I whispered after the last of the light let the staircase. I clutched onto the handrail, hoping not to fall and break my neck as I made my way down into the cool basement. “Flip the light switch, it's up there.”

  “If anyone sees the light coming under the door, they'll know we're in here. Just go slowly.”

  I nodded then remembered he couldn't see me. We made our way down the stairs and when I felt my foot connect with the cement floor of the basement, I sighed with relief and said, “Made it without hurting myself.”

  “It's a fucking miracle,” Brent commented dryly, well aware of just how klutzy I was.

  “Now what?” I asked when I felt his presence at my side.

  “Now this,” he whispered lowly before he started to blindly grab for my body. I bit back a moan when he located the hem of my dress and lifted it up, easing it over my head before tossing it god knows where.

  “It's going to look really bad if I can't find my dress later and I have to sneak upstairs naked.”

  “I threw it towards the stairs, we'll find it. Come here.”

  I let him guide me backwards until I felt something at my back and realized he had walked us towards the wall. He immediately pressed me against it, then pressed himself against me.

  “I missed you, baby,” he said, his hands ghosting over the front of my body until he reached my bra. I moaned softly as he pulled back the cups and tweaked my nipples until they were erect, then dipped his head down and took one between his teeth.

  “Oh god, Brent. I missed you too,” I whispered as I weaved my hand into his short hair.

  “It's been way too long since I've been inside you.”

  “It's only been a week,” I teased, tugging at his hair.

  “A week too fucking long,” he growled before his hands yanked my panties down my legs. “We don't have time for foreplay and frankly, I can't fucking wait.”

  When the sound of his zipper sliding down hit my ears, I leaned back against the wall, waiting for the inevitable moment where he would lift me up. A moment later it happened and he held my weight up like it was nothing as he pressed himself against me.

  “Line me up, baby.”

  I awkwardly stretched to reach beneath me and took ahold of his cock, guiding it to my entrance. As soon as he felt the warmth of my opening he pressed his hips forward, sinking into me easily.

  “You're always so ready for me, aren't you, angel?”

  “Yes,” I breathed out, clutching his shoulders tightly as the feeling of having him stretching me wide open nearly overwhelmed me. It may have only been a week since I had him inside me, but he was right. It had been too long.

  “How do you want it?” Brent asked as he began to rock into me.

  “Fuck me hard.”

  “Hell yes,” he ground out before thrusting into me hard enough to drive me up the wall.

  “FUCK-” I started to scream but Brent cut off the sound by covering my lips with his own. The kiss was as bruising as the pace of his hips pounding into me and I knew that by the time we were done and went back upstairs, they would be red and puffy.

  That won't look suspicious as fuck.

  Brent didn't seem to care. He bit down hard on my lower lip and I moaned against him, my hips bucking reflectively in his grip as he continued to drive his hard length in and out of me at a rapid pace.

  He tore his lips from mine and breathlessly choked out, “It's been too long. I can't-”

  I didn't need for him to continue his sentence, understanding all too well how he felt. I pulled one of my hands from his shoulder and forced it between our bodies, just barely managing to snake a finger to my clitoris and start pressing down in hard circles.

  “Ohh fuck,” I moaned, tipping my head forward to lean against his shoulder in a vain attempt to stifle the noises that were coming out of my mouth.

  “I'm so fucking close,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

  “So am I just... oh god, please, Brent,” I begged, hoping he'd be able to hang on while I pushed myself over the edge. I was so damn close.

  Brent let out a strangled moan and buried his face in my neck, biting and sucking at my skin while he fucked me into the wall. I frantically moved my finger against my clit as my climax built up, my body coiling up with so much tension that I felt like a volcano, ready to erupt at a moment's notice.

  “God… I can feel it. I can feel how fucking close you are,” Brent groaned. “I- I’m gonna… oh fuck!” he growled against my neck.

  I could feel his dick swell inside me and start to pulse as he released. The feeling of his warm cum shooting into me finally pushed me over the edge and I bit down hard on his shoulder to keep from screaming. The force of my orgasm slammed into me so hard that all I could hear was my blood rushing through my veins and a roaring white noise.

  As I came down from the high of my orgasm, I could feel Brent's body shuddering against me. We stayed like that for a long
moment, both of us struggling to catch our breath. I felt his head turn towards mine and he nudged his face closer to me, seeking out my lips for a slow, deep kiss.

  After he pulled away he nudged his face down to my neck and whispered, “I love you, girl.”

  It was the first time he said it and a small part wondered if he only did it now because he could hide his expression in the darkness. Brent was typically a cocky fucker, but when it came to emotions, he was almost shy in his expressiveness. Telling someone how he felt wasn't something he did often, Brent was more accustomed to using actions versus words.

  But during our last few times together, he had shown me how he felt. Part of me already knew he loved me, but I also longed to hear the words.

  “I love you, too,” I whispered back, my wide smile hidden in the darkness. “This is officially the greatest day of my life,” I said with a happy sigh.

  “When you move in with me, I'm going to make you say that again and again.”

  “Promises, promises.”

  Brent chuckled as he lowered me to the ground and I was grateful that my panties had gotten hung on my left foot. There was no way I would've found them if they hadn't. I heard Brent re-zip his pants before my name was shouted loudly enough that we heard it all the way downstairs.

  “We better get a move on.”

  “Where’s my dress?” I whispered frantically.

  “Hold on, I’ll find it.”

  I listened to the sound of Brent shuffling around in the basement for a few moments, wincing as my name was shouted again upstairs. I recognized the voice of my stepfather and wondered why on earth he would be looking for me. When Brent’s hand reached out and touched me, I jumped.

  “Sorry. Here.”

  I felt him trail his hand down my arm until he located my wrist, then he carefully placed my dress in my hand. I felt around for the tag and pulled it over my head, making damn sure that it wasn’t inside out before I smoothed down my hair with my palms.

  “I’d ask if I look respectable but uh… yeah.”

  Brent laughed lightly at my joke and reached out again for my hand. “Come on. I’ll help you up the stairs.”

  We slowly made our way up the stairs together, stopping only when we reached the top and Brent whispered, “Hold on.”

  He cracked the door open, letting a stream of light into the dark stairwell, then poked his head out and glanced back and forth. I watched as he turned back and said, “Coast is clear.”

  Then we darted out of the room and down the hall, stopping when we heard my stepfather calling for me once again. I put on a mask of nonchalance and leaned against the wall, trying to appear casual.

  Jim rounded the corner and paused when he saw us. “I’ve been looking all over for you! Where the hell have you two been?”

  I felt my eyes widen, an excuse not forming in my head fast enough.

  Thankfully, Brent had it covered. “We were on the porch.”

  Jim frowned and shook his head. “I just checked the porch!”

  “Obviously you didn’t because we were standing right by the railing and didn’t see you,” Brent said dryly before jerking his chin at the drink in his father’s hand. “How many of those have you had?”

  Jim narrowed his eyes and looked between his son, his drink, and me a number of times before choking out a forced laugh. “Apparently one too many. Zoe, your mother wants to toast you in the living room.”

  “I’ll be there in just a sec,” I said, knowing that I needed to go to the bathroom and check the mirror before anyone else saw me. Jim already looked suspicious enough.

  “If you aren’t in there in five minutes, I’ll come looking for you,” he said, his tone dropping low with warning as he shot Brent a pointed look.

  To his credit, Brent managed to stay perfectly stoic even as I started internally freaking out. Jim finally turned around and walked away and when I was sure he was out of earshot, I turned to Brent with wide eyes.

  “Do you think he knows?”

  “He definitely suspects.”

  “How the hell are you so calm?!”

  Brent shrugged. “He’s drunk. By tomorrow, he’ll forget this even happened. Besides, it’s going to come out eventually. I’m not going to worry about it.”

  “Well I’d prefer if it didn’t come out until after I moved in with you. My mom will freak and try to lock me away if she even suspects what’s going on between us.”

  Brent turned to me with a wicked grin. “Then you might want to head to the bathroom immediately,” he said before leaning in to whisper, “Because you definitely look like you’ve just been properly fucked.”

  I slapped him on the chest and brushed past him, ignoring his chuckle as I made my way to the guest bathroom. I closed the door and locked it behind me, turning towards the mirror and my jaw dropped in shock.

  There was no way Jim didn’t figure out what we had been doing. My face was flushed and, like I suspected, my lips were red and swollen from his kisses. Not to mention the sex hair and the dark red hickey that was forming on my neck.

  I cleaned myself up the best that I could, including trying to wipe up the mess of Brent’s cum in my underwear before turning back to the mirror. I didn’t look quite as bad as I had before, but if I wasn’t careful everyone would see the mark on my neck.

  There was a knock at the door and I jumped.

  “Sweetie?”

  “Yeah?”

  “You coming out soon? We’re going to toast you!”

  I smiled at the slight slur of my mother’s words. She was well on her way to drunk as well, so it was pretty likely that we were going to get away with what we had done tonight.

  “I’m coming!” I called out, grinning as I remembered that come next week, Brent and I wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore.

  Because if I had my way, we’d be fucking all over his house- our house- as frequently as possibly. And something told me he was going to be perfectly fine with that.

  ~*~*~

  Chapter Ten

  “How are you settling in, sweetie?”

  I cradled the phone to my ear as I continued to hang up my clothes in the massive walk-in closet in Brent’s apartment. It worked out perfectly. I had a shitload of clothes whereas Brent only had a week’s worth of uniforms and a few pairs of jeans and t-shirts. So he had no qualms about me taking over his closet. Our closet.

  I had to bite back a burst of giddy laughter.

  “It’s going really well. But it’s only been three days, mom.”

  I heard her sigh and I wondered how bored she was being stuck at home with Jim. “I know, but I miss you already.”

  “I miss you too, mom. Do you want to do something this weekend?”

  “That sounds wonderful, honey, but I’m picking up an extra shift at the hospital for Rosie,” my mom said sadly, clearly disappointed that she had agreed to cover her friend’s shift. “Next weekend?”

  “Sounds great,” I said sincerely, already making mental plans of what we could do together. The phone made a noise and I frowned, dropping the shirt I was holding so I could pull the phone away from my face and glance down at it.

  ‘Unknown Caller’

  “Mom? I got to go, I’ve got another call coming in.”

  “Oh? Are you expecting a call?”

  “Not exactly but I put in a load of job applications this week. Hopefully it’s someone calling with good news.”

  “Good luck, sweetie!”

  I said a quick good-bye to my mom before switching over to answer the other call, thankfully making it in time before the other person hung up.

  “Hello?”

  “Hello, Zoe.”

  I froze in place, a sinking feeling of dread slowly creeping down my spine. “Danny. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

  “Just calling to see how you’re doing. Enjoying life out of high school?”

  His tone sounded friendly enough, but there was something dark lurking behind it. Something like… smugness
.

  “I’m great, actually. You?”

  “Oh, I’m good. Hey, so do you care to tell me why you totally ignored me at graduation?”

  Not really.

  “I didn’t do it on purpose,” I muttered, hoping he would buy it.

  As usual, my luck was absolute shit.

  “Bullshit. I saw you with him, you know. Standing with your parents. For a little while I just thought you two were dating now, but then I asked my buddy if he recognized the guy.”

  The dread that had been creeping its way down my spine morphed into something more like terror. My eyes widened as I inwardly started to panic and I tried to steady my voice in hopes of not sounding suspicious.

  “Oh? Did he?”

  Then he laughed, but the sound was hollow. “Oh yeah, he did. Imagine my surprise when I find out the guy who fucked my girlfriend in front of me is her fucking stepbrother.”

  I nearly dropped the phone from the sheer shock of it all. I didn’t know why I thought we would somehow get away with it, or that Danny would never put two and two together, or that after high school Danny would cease to exist and it would never be brought back up again, but I did.

  Now, I was downright panicking.

  “What do you want?” I growled, not willing to play whatever game he was trying to play.

  “I want what I’ve been wanting, Zoe,” he said with a chuckle and I nearly puked as I realized what was coming. “I want my turn.”

  “That’s never going to happen.”

  “Well if it doesn’t, I bet the sheriff’s office would love to know about the time you lost your virginity in the backseat of my car to an on-duty officer.”

  “No one would believe you,” I hissed, rage coursing through me at his threat. “Your word is worth nothing.”

  “Maybe not,” he mused, sounding far too pleased with himself. “Maybe Brent wouldn’t get into any trouble. But I bet it’d plant the seed of doubt in your parent’s minds when they found out. And, correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you just move in with him? How suspicious.”

  I was seething as I realized that he was right. My mom may not immediately believe him, but just the accusation would send her into a frenzy. After that, it wouldn’t take long before she finally figured out that what Danny said was true.