Raging Hard(13)

I tossed my phone aside and took a deep breath, lying back on my bed. That was done with, and she was none the wiser. She probably assumed we had met up at the club. She didn’t need to know that he had given me the best orgasm of my life out in that alley, my beast of a stepbrother, only minutes before finding her. I’d never been with a man so hungry for me before. There was nothing timid or weak or uncertain about him; he simply took me when he wanted me. He was so confident in his abilities, and for good reason. I couldn’t believe how overwhelmed with desire I had been, and how quickly I had come.

As I daydreamed, I must have fallen asleep, because one second I was imagining Nate’s hands firmly grabbing my ass, sending fire through my core, and the next someone was pounding on my door.

“What?” I yelled out.

“Family time,” his gruff voice came back.

I got up, fixing myself in the mirror real fast, and opened the door.

“Family time?”

“Yeah. Parents are summoning us for lunch.”

“Why are you still here?”

He smirked at me. “I’m staying here this summer, remember?”

“Come on, Nathan. We both know you’re not the type to lounge around in luxury.”

“You don’t know shit about me, girl. This mansion might be exactly what I like.”

I frowned. He was right, I didn’t know anything about him, but still. He looked completely out of place and ill at ease in the rich splendor that was my dad’s beach house. Frankly, I liked that about him. I was tired of all the rich idiots that my dad was constantly bringing around. All they were interested in were my daddy’s stock options and investment firms.

All Nathan was interested in was giving me leg-shaking orgasms.

“Okay, fine. Let’s at least be civil at this lunch.”

He stepped closer to me, practically inches away from my lips. “I’m always civil.”

“Yeah, right. You’re more like a wild animal.”

“I think I like that. I think you like it, too.”

“No, thanks. I don’t want to get dirty.”

I slipped passed him and he laughed, following me down the steps. I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my ass, a second asshole built from his intense lust, but I just ignored it.

Downstairs, I found Dad and Lucille sitting out on the veranda while the kitchen staff served plates of food. I took a seat across from my dad, and Nate obnoxiously sat right next to me.

“We thought you kids weren’t coming,” Dad said.

“Sorry about that, sir. Had to wake this lazy bones up,” Nate replied, giving him a knowing smile.

“Please, Nathan, call me Jonathan.”

“Jonathan. Your daughter sure can sleep.”

“Yes, well, it’s one of her biggest talents.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m sitting right here.”

Suddenly, I felt Nate’s rough hand land on my thigh, inches away from my pussy. I felt heat flare up through my legs immediately, and I had to wrestle with myself not to jump out of my skin.

“Oh, we know,” he said, looking at me.

“Okay, guys,” I managed to say.

“Just teasing you, dear.”

I felt my face turn red as Nate’s hand slowly moved closer to my spot. I had to throw a napkin over my lap for fear that our parents would notice. Nathan laughed to himself as he pulled his hand away just before he touched me. I felt a strange sense of relief mixed with disappointment.

“Such a lovely day,” Lucille said.

“It really is,” Nathan replied, digging into his food.

I picked at mine idly. What was he playing at here? I could tell he barely got along with his mom just from being in the same room as them for two minutes. There was no way a guy like him was interested in staying in the same house as his mother, let alone an absurd mansion like my dad’s place.

And yet on the surface, he was playing the perfect gentleman. I could tell Dad was eating up the “sir” bullshit, since it probably made him feel powerful and respected. Nate had to know that, but what was he aiming for?

“Did you guys have fun last night?” my dad asked me, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Oh, uh, yeah. We had lots of fun.”

“What did you do?” Nate asked me innocently.

“Went to one of my dad’s clubs with a friend. We had fun until some asshole ruined it.”

Dad frowned. “Did a man give you trouble?”

“No, not really. He was just some obnoxious guy.”

“I can have a word with the management, make sure they don’t allow any riffraff inside in the future.”

I smiled sweetly, looking right at Nate. “That would be wonderful, Dad.”

“Very good. Nathan, have you been to any of my restaurants?”