Stepbrother Untouchable(31)

“Could we get a bottle of Dom for the table?” Nate asks the waiter, who nods happily and scurries off.

“Oh, you don't have to—” Greg begins.

“No, I insist. We're interrupting your date here,” Nate replies magnanimously.

“I love champagne,” Sophie pipes up, finally putting her phone away. I narrow my eyes at Nate and he studiously avoids my gaze.

“So, what were you two lovebirds talking about before we got here?” Nate asks Greg.

“Nothing, really,” Greg replies glancing at me.

“You know, with your light hair, you two could almost be related. Cousins, maybe,” Nate observes, leaning back in his chair. I swiftly kick his shin under the table. I see his jaw tighten but he doesn't even make a sound.

“Oh my god, totally!” Sophie agrees. “I made out with my cousin once, but I didn't know he was my cousin at the time. But then it happened again…”

I glare at Nate as Sophie launches into her story, and he smiles back at me. It's going to be a long night.





CHAPTER SIXTEEN





I spin around in Nate's desk chair as he shuts his bedroom door behind him. I've been waiting here, fuming, ever since Greg dropped me off twenty minutes ago.

“Jesus! What are you, a Bond villain?” he asks, genuinely startled.

“What were you thinking?! I know you did that on purpose to ruin my date, you fucker!”

Nate shrugs. “Come on, you really going to tell me you were having a great time before I got there?”

“Oh, so you were just helping me out, is that it? Greg was completely weirded out by the whole thing.”

“Sophie had a nice time.”

“Sophie, please! Where'd you find her? A high school dance?”

“I like her,” he says with a smug grin as he sits on his bed.

“Oh, really? So why aren't you with her right now? Couldn't seal the deal?”

His smile falters a bit. “Maybe I didn't feel like it.”

“Well, I guess there's a first time for everything. Just stay out of my life, OK?” I say, and stalk toward the door.

“I'll stay out of yours if you stay out of mine,” he counters.

I turn to face him, “Is that what this is about? You’re mad because I told you your mom called, so you try to ruin my date?” I hold out my hands in surrender.

“No, it wasn't that.”

“Then what? I don’t have time to play games with a crazy man-child.”

“I'm sorry, alright? I just didn't like seeing you with that guy…something about his face is just, so punch-able,” he says, standing up and walking over to me.

“Why? This is the second time you've come between me and a guy.” I hold up a hand to stop him from protesting. “And yeah, I know, Jackson wasn't a good choice, but that's not the case with Greg, OK? He’s a nice guy. So tell me, why do you care?” I challenge him as he looks down at me. There's a long pause as his pupils dilate, I can practically feel him struggling with the truth, but I refuse to move until he admits it.

“You know why,” he says, looking me in the eye, his voice low and husky. Before I know what’s happening, his arms are around me, pulling me against him. His urgency takes my breath away—his fingers reach desperately under my shirt, grabbing at my bra strap and expertly undoing the clasps. His mouth devours mine as he reaches back around my waist and picks me up effortlessly, bringing me over to his bed. As Nate puts me down, I realize my bra is hanging free in the back, and he breaks away from our kiss to rip off my top. He pauses to look down at my breasts curving out of my limp bra before diving into my neck. “Oh god, Brynn, I have to have you,” he groans.

I gasp as he sinks his teeth into my skin and then flicks his tongue across my taut neck muscles on his way up to my ear. My knees buckle as his tongue presses into my ear, and I grab onto his neck for support. My mind can't keep up with what's happening, all my thoughts are a blur, but my body is urging me on, desperately.

As he sucks on my earlobe, I slide my hands down and under his shirt, finally feeling the body I've coveted for so long. His abs are even harder than I thought they would be, and they flex under my soft fingertips. I keep sliding my hands upward, feeling his nipples harden under my palms, and I feel the growing bulge of his cock pressing against my thigh…

I turn Nate Thornhill on. Holy fuck.

The thought drives me crazy and I feel myself instantly become moist with wanting, my body overcome with illicit, sinful lust. No man has ever made me feel this way before.

He steps back for a moment and pulls off his shirt, tossing it carelessly on the ground, revealing his incredible body for all its glory. Thousands of hours spent at the gym on and on the field have painstakingly sculpted his muscles into a fucking masterpiece for womankind. He slowly reaches forward and takes my bra straps under his expert fingers, pulling them off my arms and tossing my bra onto the pile of clothes on the floor. I shiver involuntarily as he looks down my exposed body, exhaling softly out of his mouth. He sinks to his knees in front of me and leans forward, kissing me gently on my stomach. I place my hands on his shoulders as he moves up, running his tongue underneath the crease of my breasts. I cry out as he takes my right breast into his mouth, sucking hard on my nipple. He brings one hand up to massage my left breast, and I dip my head back, feeling pleasure swell in my body like I never have before.