Smash_ A Stepbrother MMA Romance(60)

I laughed, pushing him. He was like a brick wall. A warm, muscular, too-fucking-sexy brick wall. “Stop, asshole.”

“Okay, fine. You’re getting lunch with Cindy. So what?”

“So, I’ll be at her office and will have the chance to talk to her assistant.”

He nodded, understanding. “Okay then. I trust you.”

I stared for a second. “Seriously, that’s it?”

“Sure. That’s it.”

“You’re not going to tell me how you’ll take care of it, how my way is the wrong way, all that crap?”

He grinned at me, shaking his head. “Nope.”

I blinked, a little surprised. I had expected him to put up a fight, maybe be a little difficult. “Huh. Okay then.”

He leaned toward me. “That all?”

“Cole.” I put my hands on his chest.

“What? I just want to get to the good part now.”

“No. My dad is right downstairs.”

“If you can be quiet, we’ll be fine,” he said softly.

I bit my lip as he looked into my eyes. I knew what he wanted, and my soaking wet pussy wanted it too. His hands suddenly found my breasts, cupping them, as his lips grazed my neck.

“Where did you go last night?” I gasped.

“Gym. Have to train,” he said as he kissed up along my chin and ear, his right hand slowly roaming down along my body.

“Train for what?”

“Big fight soon, with that guy Trent.”

I bit my lip, stifling a moan as his fingers slipped underneath my panties and found my soaked clit, gently pressing and rolling. I grabbed on to his strong arms, gripping him tightly.

“Good. Just be nice and quiet,” he whispered. “Let me do the work.”

He crushed my mouth with his, kissing me deeply. I let out a soft moan into his lips as his fingers worked my clit and slid inside me. I arched my back as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me.

And then I heard a knock at the door.

“Sweetie?” my dad said. “You in there?”

“Shit,” I whispered.

Cole bit his lip, trying not to laugh as he got off me.

“Hide,” I mouthed.

He gave me a huge grin as he walked right up to the door. I thought he was about to open it, but he pressed himself up against the wall instead.

“Coming,” I said.

“Yeah you are,” Cole mouthed.

I opened the door. “Hey, Dad.”

“Hi, sweetie. So, tomorrow at one o’clock. Meet at her office. Try and get there a little early.”

“Okay. Sounds good.” I wondered if he could smell sex on me and knew what I wanted. Cole was standing inches away from me, making faces the whole time.

“Let me know if you need anything.” He paused, and all I wanted was for him to walk away. Don’t look at the crack. You’ll see Cole, I thought.

“Okay,” I said.

“Thanks again for this, sweetie. Please try and get along with her.”

“I will, Dad.”

“Okay.” He turned and walked back down the hall.

I waited until he disappeared down the steps and then closed the door.

“Close one,” Cole said, stretching.

“You ass,” I replied, storming back to my bed. “You could have been a little more subtle about that.”

“Why?” he said, laughing. “That was too much fun.”

“Whatever,” I muttered. “Get out of here. We can’t risk that again.”

“You sure?” he said softly, coming toward the bed. I could see his hard cock through his loose gym shorts.

“I’m sure.”

He gave me a long look and laughed again. “Your loss, princess.”

“Whatever,” I mumbled as he turned and left my room.

As soon as he was gone, I let out a deep breath. I was so frustrated, especially with the built-up tension. I slowly slipped my hand beneath my panties and thought about the day before, about Cole’s muscles and thick cock.

I got myself off, dreaming of my husband, my stepbrother, my biggest problem.

I hadn’t been to Dad’s office, not since Cindy’s company had bought his. It was a huge downtown thing, a sprawling glass enclosure with lots of natural lighting, art installations, and an open office setting.

It was everything the modern tech company was supposed to be and more. People walked around in casual clothing, barely looking older than I was, and everyone seemed thrilled to be there. I saw guys and girls sitting on beanbag chairs in conference rooms, eating free food in a huge cafeteria, even working out in the gym. As I wandered around, nobody bothered me, either because I looked like I fit in or because people knew that I was Cindy’s stepdaughter.

I showed up at the office an hour early and simply looked around. It was unbelievable that anyone could work in a place like that, but I was watching people do it, and happily. It was what contemporary work was supposed to be, the total opposite of the drab office setting. There were colors and lights and lightness, and people didn’t seem so beaten down, so tired of life like they did in other offices.