Stepbrother Unsealed(70)

“Did I really black out?” she whines, running her hands down my chest.

I laugh and kiss her forehead. It's slick with sweat and bathed in her hormones, some wild, feminine scent I can't ignore. It also makes my dick throb like a greedy motherfucker, and right now I know she needs to rest.

“You scared the shit out of me. I was about to start CPR. Always fantasized about fucking a chick senseless, but it looks like the reality is something else.”

“Well, you were good. It was worth it,” she says, running her tongue gingerly along her lips.

Fuck. If some crazy bastard offered me a million bucks to hang with her like this without getting turned on, I'd lose in about ten seconds flat.

This girl's a natural at getting me hard, bringing out the wild animal inside me. When we're fucking, it's like nothing else in the world matters – especially not the fact that she's my step-lover, and I'm about to leave her behind for the most dangerous mission I've ever dealt with.

“You're talking like it's already over,” I tell her, teasing my lips against hers. “Let's go upstairs and get you some water. Breathe some fresh summer air. We'll pick this up in my room, and this time you're staying with me through the whole damned thing.”

She laughs softly. Fuck, do I love that sound. If I have my way – and I will – it's all I'm gonna be hearing when she's around, nothing but bliss to make up for all the bullshit we've been through on our way here.

I throw on my pants and look for her underwear. I've destroyed one bra strap, completely snapped it in two. She gawks at me, trying to fix it on, holding one arm across her tits.

“You wanted me to leave marks,” I remind her. “Guess that extends to the clothing too. Save that shit for the long nights when you're missing me. I'll keep these.”

I stuff her cool, soaked panties into my pocket. She bugs her eyes out and laughs, shaking her head, unable to believe I'm not just screwing around.

I'm dead serious.

She'll find out soon. These are coming with me all the way to North Korea, where the poor oppressed fucks have probably never seen a pair of sexy lingerie outside Dear Leader's palace.

“Better get that dress on quick unless you want me to carry you upstairs naked.”

“You wouldn't dare,” she says, lifting it off the floor and trying to struggle her way into it.

“Try me. I already got your pussy hot in front of about a dozen people.” I step toward her, reaching for her open dress, helping get it over her shoulders again. “You don't know half the shit I'm gonna do to you, babe. You think you've seen anything? Give it a few more years. I'm gonna make you the sexiest chick on earth.”#p#分页标题#e#

She replies with a kiss, and I taste her as long as I can. It's only a few seconds with the way my dick starts to ache, begging to plow her again, so I grab her by the wrist and we're out the door.

She's still laughing and brushing her fingers on my arm as we step outside.

I barely notice what's in front of us, at first, too lost in the pleasure. That makes it so much fucking worse when I finally do.

When I see the bitch, Delia's soft little nail strokes become tiny daggers.

“Mom?” I push her hand away, bowing up like I'm staring down a viper. “What the fuck are you doing lurking out here?”

She smiles sweetly. Or, rather, imitates what Evie thinks a sweet, friendly smile looks like coming from normal people.

“Oh, you know how we all are with our phones these days, son. I've just been out here enjoying the show.” She flips through something on her screen, never shaking off that wicked ass grin. “Wow, and I thought the pictures I snapped upstairs while you two danced were pretty hot! Your father's going to have a coronary when he sees these, Cordelia.”

Fuck! I want to run up, rip the phone out of her hands, and smash it into a million smithereens. But I already know how futile it is before her phone pings, and she opens her mouth again.

“Oh, that's Bruce now,” she purrs, looking up at Delia. “He's got the message, loud and clear. Looks like daddy's coming home early from Atlanta. He wants to have a heart-to-heart with his son and daughter, and who can blame him?”

Delia's little hand was shaking in mine before, but now it's like she's coming apart. I pull her tighter, step forward, between Evie and her.

“So what? We weren't gonna keep this under wraps forever anyway. I was planning on telling her old man myself next week, but thanks for sticking your damned nose where it doesn't belong once again, mother.”

The same green eyes I see staring back at me in the mirror jump around in her head. She's pissed that I'm not more rattled. I won't let her see that it's taking all my military focus to hold it together right now, to avoid carrying Delia upstairs, jumping in my truck, and leaving this fucking asylum forever.