Billionaire Stepbrother: Autumn(2)

I’m too late.

I should be used to it by now; no matter what I’m doing, the experience never changes. His arrival, his need, even when I’m expecting it, consistently surprises me. I can’t prevent my heart from beating hard against my chest. There’s nothing I can do about the thick lump that rises in my throat, making it painful to swallow. It’s as if my body has been trained to react to him in this way, and god, how I love it.

The glass door slides back, agonisingly slowly on its rails, to reveal me naked on the balcony.

I don’t want to look at him yet, and I keep my gaze pinned to his highly polished shoes. I stand cradling the bundle of silk that does its best to cover up my nakedness. But it’s pointless. My ass is hanging out and my breasts are too full to hide.

I hear him breathing, short excited inhales and restrained exhales. He’s trying his best to stay calm. No doubt his jaw is tightly clenched, pulsing as he grinds his teeth together. He must be as hard as a rock, I hope, as a smile escapes me.

It feels like an age before he speaks. I just want him to take me into his arms and punish me for my disobedience, yet I keep my head bowed and avoid making the first move.

“Aimee, the balcony is off–limits,” he growls with a hint of disappointment, as if he’s had to tell me this a thousand times before.

He waits for my response, but I allow the seconds to tick by. He wants me to answer, but I keep my lips pressed together, barring any retort. I can feel the need increasing in him; the heat pulses off of his delicious, suit–clad body.

I know exactly what I am doing – winding him up. Wanting him to get angry so that he’ll take me hard against the rails of the balcony for everyone to see. But tonight, his tone is off… something doesn’t feel quite right.

“Why do you disobey me?” He moves closer, his legs straddle the boundary onto the balcony, and I catch a whiff of his spicy scent. I try to resist, but my body overcomes my mind, and my eyes roll back into my head as I breathe him in deeper. I hate myself for longing to step forward. For wanting to bury my face into his neck as he slips a finger into my wet cunt; I know what we are doing is wrong, but he is everything to me now.

I almost don’t remember the question as his arm darts out and clamps itself around my wrist. Sparks fly up my arm, and I am ready for him to take me.

“Answer me!” Lex cries as he pulls me inside and whips the sliding door shut. The force causes the glass to crack as it hits the vertical frame running up the wall. This is not how the game normally plays out.

My chest is about to burst, and blood rushes to my head trying to make me see sense; he’s different.

A momentary look of confusion flashes across Lex’s face as he looks back at the splintering glass clinging to the internal door–frame; a spider–web pattern spreads from the bottom corner all the way to the very top, making sharp cracking noises as it continues to fills the area… It reminds us both, perhaps, of our broken selves, our ever present flaws.

Lex looks away, and I notice a barely visible shake of his head, as if he’s trying to erase the last few seconds… or weeks. Almost inaudible, I hear him mutter, “…not the way it should be.”

Turning back to face me, his hand lifts from my wrist, and gently, ever so lightly with his fingertips, he raises my chin so that my eyes rest upon his.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. His face suddenly turns to stone, as if he were a robot, and his emotion–chip was deactivated. “I’m leaving.”

I scrunch my face up in confusion. I search his eyes, trying to find the real meaning in his words. Why was he saying this? This was not my Lex. Where was the dominance, my punishment? He’s given up. This is not how I wanted to win!

I look again; he’s serious and perfectly calm as if there never was and never will be another storm between us.





Chapter Two



My mind goes blank; I can’t think what to say to him. The words fail to leave my lips. How can he just leave? He can’t just forget what we have.

Not believing him, I manage to stutter, “What? Why? You can’t go.”

For a second, his crystal blue eyes fill with regret, a trace of emotion… but his rigid face tells a different story.

Lex pulls the silk robe free from my hands and shakes it out. He holds it out upright, clearly wanting me to slip it on. This feels so weird; he’s normally so anxious for me to be naked. After a few moments his fingers make a delicate knot, and the silk belt is securely tied around my waist.

I step forward, hoping my closeness will encourage him to explain himself. I need to feel his body up against mine. I start to reach for his cock, but he carefully pushes me away like a meal he’s finished with. His warm hands cup my face and hope spreads through me. He won’t leave me; it was all just a silly game. Please let it all be a game…