Billionaire Stepbrother: Spring(3)

His hands explored every part of me that he could reach, spreading the oil far and wide on my sun kissed skin.

It was delicious; slow and sensual, like a dance filled with passion but one that you took your time with, making sure every move you made was perfection.

And it was nothing like I’d ever experienced before. It might have been the warm tangy air, the hot rays beating down upon us, and yet my whole body felt alive, as if each and every nerve ending were sparking at once.

I wanted to turn around, to look him in the eyes as we moved together but his hands were clamped down too tightly upon my hips to make it possible.

Lex’s cock grazed the rough patch inside of me at just the right angle, and I moaned into the sea wind, no longer caring if anyone heard me.

“Yes, right there,” I said, grinding my hips to experience the flash of pleasure again.

I cupped my breasts as wave upon wave crashed against my insides. I squeezed hard at my nipples, and an incredible vortex–like swirl spun without mercy between my legs.

The pressure was almost too much, and with one last thrust I fell apart at the seams, collapsing forward as my insides gushed against his throbbing cock.

***

I was just about to collect my top, but Lex got there before me. With a quick arc of his arm, the turquoise material flew up and away, floating down slowly before coming into contact with the sea. It bobbed on the surface for a moment and then quickly disappeared as the water soaked into the fabric.

Oh, really?

I stood with my hands on my hips; I wasn’t going to throw a tantrum, but I wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. “I’m not sure why you keep buying me clothes, when you just keep throwing them away.”

“You don’t need clothes, my darling. You’re perfect the way you are,” he said as he gently pinched my exposed nipple.

“Fine then,” I said and held out my hand. “I want your shorts then.”

Lex’s eyebrow arched in amusement but he quickly handed over his boating shorts. I frowned.

“Not what you were expecting?” He laughed and took me in his arms. His naked form, solid muscles sculpting every part of him, squashed up against me. “Don’t you get it? I want every day with you to be like this. I want you to be mine, forever.”

He reclaimed the shorts from my closed fist and threw them overboard to join my bikini top. I couldn’t help but giggle.

Lex’s head tilted as if he was trying to figure out what I was thinking.

“Please say yes?” he asked, catching me off guard.

I looked into his longing eyes and sighed. He’d literally shown me the world. That, and so much more. I finally felt like I could let my guard down with him, I could be myself. And not to mention, he’d grown so much in these short months and I truly thought that I could trust him.

So why hadn’t I said yes yet? Why was I stringing him along? Why hadn’t I accepted his marriage proposal?

Undeniably, the life we would live together would be an extraordinary one, but what could I bring to the table? I had no wealth, no skills and no decent family to speak of. Hell I was only nineteen. Surely this wasn’t a decision you made in haste?

He’d asked me in the throes of passion, in the spur of the moment. My heart had screamed at the top of its lungs to say yes, but the word had never left my lips.

What the hell was wrong with me?

He was everything I ever wanted, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to say the words.

Did I want the ring, the romantic proposal? Of course I did.

A small part of me knew that was shallow, but I also knew I needed him to really mean it. I couldn’t let myself be a flash in the pan, and him getting down on one knee would go a step towards proving that. But he kept standing… waiting for my answer.

My phone buzzed against the wooden deck, demanding my attention, and I pulled away. Lex stepped back and fixed his gaze towards the horizon. The moment was broken, and a pang of guilt filled my throat as I picked up the phone.





Chapter Two



“What’s wrong, Phoebe?” I asked as she spluttered nonsense down the phone. She was crying, there was no doubt about that; she gasped for air between sobs. Her anguish travelled over miles and miles through the receiver.

A stiff breeze blew across the deck, making it difficult to catch any words Phoebe had managed to form. It also reminded me how very naked I was. With a quick tug, I readjusted my bikini bottoms and then grabbed a once fluffy white towel from the lounger – pools of suntan oil had soaked into the terrycloth in sporadic places – and wrapped it about my chest.

Lex was still standing with his back to me, watching out to sea, giving me the cold shoulder. I might as well have tossed his heart overboard. I shook my head; I’d deal with Lex later, but for now Phoebe needed my full attention.