I sighed and shook my head. “I really should just leave, go back to school or something.”
“Probably not a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because whoever is after you could easily follow. Plus, I’m here.”
“Exactly. You’re here.”
He laughed and bent over, picking up a shell. “Don’t pretend you hate me, princess. I had you moaning my name the other night.” He threw the shell out into the water. I watched as it skipped once and then disappeared into a wave.
“How long before those two self-destruct, do you think?” I asked him.
He was quiet for a second, his smirk disappearing. “Who knows. A few months, probably.”
“We’ll be picking up the pieces. Again.”
“You might be. I’ll be out on some mission again, risking my life. Lucille will find someone else to take care of her, I’m sure.”
I looked out at the ocean again, took another deep breath, and then turned back toward the house. “Come on, bodyguard.”
“Going back in?”
“Might as well. Can’t hide out here forever.”
“We can do whatever you want, princess.”
I walked back up to the house, my heart thumping, without answering. I knew he was following me, silently and swiftly, a strong shadow in my wake. It was dawning on me that Nate was going to be around for the rest of the summer, everywhere I went.
My delicious, asshole stepbrother. I was going to have my work cut out for me.
14
NATHAN
Only two days into acting as Claire’s bodyguard and I was already bored as fucking hell.
At first, it was fun. I had plenty of opportunity to tease her, rile her up, say all the dirty shit I wanted just to get a rise out of her. But it quickly soured as I realized that every word I spoke was the absolute truth.
I wanted that pussy and I wanted it bad. I needed to plunge my cock deep between her legs, let her feel my heat, pump myself deep into her little tight cunt until she screamed out my name.
And none of that was happening, which annoyed the fuck out of me.
I knew she wanted it. I knew all I needed to do was push her up against the wall and claim my prize, but for some reason she had the insane ability to always have someone around to keep me at bay. Sometimes it was our parents, sometimes it was the staff, and sometimes it was her insane best friend, Lydie. At night, she shut her door fast, and I could hear the lock click shut. I could easily break it down, or just pick it clean, but I wasn’t playing that shit.
Instead, I jerked off thinking about my stepsister’s nipples in my mouth, her slick pussy on my cock.
I could tell she was just as frustrated as I was. She was always looking at me whenever I took my shirt off to go for a run or for a swim. Every time I told her exactly how I’d eat that pussy until she forgot her own phone number, she’d turn bright red and I could practically smell her little cunt turning soaked.
I wasn’t the type of man to enjoy all that fucking teasing, though. Eventually I had to get what I wanted, and I knew I would. Especially considering how badly she wanted another taste.
On the third day, I woke up later than usual and found her sitting out by the pool already. She loved to wear her sexiest bikinis, and holy fuck did her body look incredible in them. I wanted to shove my face between those creamy thighs and lap her up right there, maybe grab her full tits while she writhed and moaned for me. I knew she was doing it just to mess with me, because it seemed like all her bathing suit tops went down a full size overnight.
She was on the phone as I walked out and sat down in the chair beside her.
“Okay, that’d be great. Yeah, me too, Lydie.” She gave me a scowl. “By the way, you don’t care if my stepbrother comes, too? My dad wants me to take him out. Okay, cool. See you tonight.”
She hung up the phone and I smiled sweetly at her.
“Good morning, darling stepsister.”
“Good morning. Excited for another day of following me around like a loser?”
“We both know a loser couldn’t make your pussy dripping wet with just a smile.”
“Who said you can do that?”
“Your pussy when my fingers find it. You can’t hide physical attraction.”
“Maybe, but I can show disgust by calling you a loser all the time.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Just trying to keep that sweet cunt safe, dear sister.”
“Stop calling me sister.”
“What did Lydie want?”
She smiled wickedly at me. “We’re going to a club tonight.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh are we?”
“Yes, we are.”
“No. Not a good idea.”
She looked taken aback. “You can’t tell me what to do.”