Stepbrother Catfish: The Complete Series (7 page)

Another tear slips past. I’m doing everything I can to hold the tears back, but there’s nowhere for the tears to go but out. I’m fighting a losing battle.

“Hailey, please don’t cry,” Andrew pleads. It’s too late, I can’t hold it all in.

My body shudders and the tears burst forth with a loud sob. My head hurts, there’s so much pressure behind my eyes. So much despair in my heart.

Andrew curses and I hear him move. I can’t see him, my eyes are blurred and stinging with the weight of my emotion.

I feel so stupid. I let this happen. I let him do this to me. My life is over.

I feel his hands touch me and I jerk away. He grabs me by the arms. I try to fight him, but he’s stronger. I don’t want him anywhere near me. I don’t want his sympathy when he’s the one that caused this.

“Hailey,” he says. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

I narrow my eyes at him, trying to see him through the blur. I suck in a hard sniffle and wonder what he’s getting at now.

“You’re sorry? Seriously?” If we weren’t in public, with witnesses hanging about, I’d start slapping him. I want to hit him. I want to hurt him so bad. A good, hard punch to his too handsome face is just what he needs.

“I can explain,” he says, his fingers tightening around my arms.

He keeps saying that…

“Let me go,” I tell him.

“No,” he says and crushes his mouth against mine in a kiss.

It’s so not fair. The last thing I want is him kissing me, but my body has other ideas. My body likes it.

“You drive me crazy,” he says between pulls on my lips.

He’s breaking me. His mouth slants over my mouth, hungry and passionate. He’s kissing me with urgent desperation. I’m melting against him, growing weak. I’m getting lost in the heat of the moment.

He touches me and it’s as if he’s starting up my internal engine. All my parts roar to life, my whole body starts to thrum with want. His tongue meets mine in a passionate dance. All I want is more, more him, more of this kiss.

He breaks the kiss suddenly. “I’m acting crazy,” he says and pulls his mouth away from mine.

He presses his forehead against my forehead and just holds me there.

His breathing is ragged, he’s getting ahold of himself. I wish I could do the same. All I want to do now is rise up, take his lips again, and slip my tongue into his mouth. I want to press my body against his. I remember how well we fit together. I remember how it felt to have every hard inch of him weighing down on me. Filling me. Taking me. But he has me trapped. His hands hold me. I can’t reach out and pull him back.

I can’t reach out and push him away.

“We should continue this discussion in private,” he says.

If we go somewhere private I’m done for, I just know it. I have no control over myself when it comes to him. He’s my kryptonite, I realize. If I have any sense left, I’ll run far, far away. The way his touch moves me, it’s unnatural, it’s completely insane. All he has to do is kiss me and I’ll give him anything he asks.

“I can’t,” I say.

His fingers tighten around my arms, pinching and squeezing painfully.

“You’re hurting me,” I gasp.

He drops my arms and jumps back from me. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

I’m free. I should stand up, grab my purse and make a run for it. But he’s standing there, two feet away from me, looking so forlorn. He rakes his fingers through his hair roughly. His chin drops and he stares at the floor, thinking, tortured...

My heartbeat starts to slow.

“Don’t leave,” he says and finally looks up at me. I should have looked away. There is so much raw need in his eyes, it’s my undoing.

I cross my arms and rub my hands over the tender spots where he squeezed, soothing the aches. I’ll probably have bruises when I wake up in the morning.

“I can’t whore myself to you for money. No matter how much you offer me.”

“You’re not a whore,” he snaps and his eyes narrow.

“Exactly,” I snap back. The tension between us is growing again. How can we go from kissing to fighting so quickly?

“Fuck, Hailey,” he groans and he rakes his fingers through his hair again.

The double doors leading to the kitchen swing open. The waitress hurries out with a serving tray loaded up with plates. She takes one look at us and stops dead in her tracks. Andrew looks at her darkly and scowls. She spins on her heel gracefully and hurries away.

“Come back to my place, Hailey, and talk to me.”

I start to open my mouth, to tell him I can’t do that, and he shushes me.

“I’m changing my offer,” he continues. “Come talk to me and I’ll pay you the money. Two hundred thousand dollars for two hours of your time. You don’t have to sleep with me and you don’t have to stay.”

Now that’s an offer I have a hard time refusing. Two hundred thousand dollars for two hours of my time? That changes everything.

“And,” I add, “You’ve already promised to delete all of my pictures for meeting with you here.”

He nods and says sincerely, “I’ll delete everything before you leave.”

I can’t trust him as far as I can throw him. I still don’t understand what game he’s playing, and I know he’s playing a game. I can’t trust myself, and what I will want to do when I’m alone with him. I don’t know how I’m going to control my body if he makes another move on me. But I can’t turn down the money, it’s too good of a deal. I was tempted to accept the first offer. This offer I just can’t walk away from.

“Okay,” I say softly. In a way, it feels like admitting defeat.

He smiles, flashing me a bright grin and holds out his hand.

I take it.

Andrew’s fingers wrap around mine and the next thing I know he’s throwing down a wad of cash on the table and we’re rushing out the door. He’s not giving me a moment to have second thoughts about this or to come to my senses.

Outside, parked directly in front of Angilos is a gleaming black BMW. It’s not the Audi we talked about. This car probably won’t be driving me to my happily ever after. He fishes a clicker out of his pocket and the car beeps twice as he presses a button to unlock it. Like a gentleman, he opens my door for me though he seems reluctant to release my hand. I almost have to pry my fingers out of his grip before I can sit down.

He shuts the door. There’s no going back now. I wiggle on my seat, pulling my dress down because the leather is making it want to ride high on my thighs. I blink and he’s opening his door, sliding into the driver’s seat. He starts the car and instantly LMFAO blasts from the speakers.

“Seriously?” I ask and smirk at him.

He smirks back at me, “I’m sexy and I know it.”

He puts the car into gear and accelerates as if we’re trying to win the Indy 500. The tires screech and I know he’s doing it to show off. I’m so not impressed. G-forces push me back into my seat and I find myself grabbing the handle of my door, holding on for dear life. I’d ask the universe to please let us make it to his place in one piece, but the universe and I aren’t on good terms lately. I’m still mad at it.

He weaves in and out of traffic, aggressively. I want to tell him to slow down but my stomach is in my throat and my heart is racing faster than he’s driving. If I open my mouth I don’t know what will come out of it. The city whizzes past. I just hope we get to where we’re going before I get sick all over his leather interior. It still has that new car smell, I’d hate to ruin it with my vomit.

He pulls up in front of what I assume must be his building and we go up and down as his tires go over the curb.

“I’ll get your door,” he says, shifting the stick into park.

I just press my lips together and nod my head. I just might kiss the ground when he opens my door. He hops out the door and nudges the doorman out of the way as he reaches for my handle. The door opens, his arm reaches in. I take his offered hand.

“Are you okay? You look a little green…” he says as he pulls me towards his building.

I don’t understand why we’re rushing so fast. The doorman is left to shut the car door behind us.

“I just need a minute to catch my breath,” I say.

He smiles and pulls me closer to him, “You can have a minute when we get to my place.”

I barely catch a glimpse of the security guard at his desk. Andrew rushes me right past him. He jams the button to the elevator. The doors slide open. It’s as if the universe is just stepping out of the way. There is nothing to impede his path. We’re hurtling towards something… Am I about to crash?

We’re in the elevator and going up now. Andrew is shifting nervously and squeezing my hand. If he would just slow down. If everything would stop going so fast. If I could just have a minute….

The doors open and he leads me out.

I’m panting now, and ugh, I’m sweating. I’m not used to rushing around like this. I’m not used to rushing, period.

“Hey, slow down,” I tell him and try to dig in my heels.

He acts as if he doesn’t hear me and pretty much has to drag me across his threshold.

The place looks different in the light of day. It’s dark and stark, it could use a feminine touch. The furniture is black leather and there’s only one coffee table. There’s minimal decorating. No paintings, no plants. A gigantic flat screen is mounted on the wall. All the furniture is angled towards the flat screen.

“I can’t slow down,” Andrew says and pulls me into his chest. “I have to have you now.”

His mouth falls upon me, it’s like being struck by lightning. Something about his touch electrifies me. All my senses start firing, all my nerves come to life. I gasp into his kiss. He’s so warm, he tastes so sweet. I just can’t get enough of him.

I know, vaguely, that I should stop, that I should push him away. If my brain was working properly, I would be able to do it. But I find myself melting into his kiss. If I’m truly honest with myself, I was actually hoping he would do this.

I close my eyes. He pushes me up against the wall and it’s just like the first time. His hard body pushes into me, trapping me against the wall. His hands are all over me, sliding over my dress and then grabbing my breast. I arch my back as he squeezes. My nipples peak.

My hands go to his ass. How many times have I watched this ass walk away from me while he cackled like an evil villain? I squeeze hard and by the way he grinds his hardness into me, I think he likes it.

His hips push into me. I can feel the long, hard length of him trapped inside his pants. He’s rubbing and working it against me. I’m so wet, so quick. I remember how it feels to have him inside me, filling me, stretching me. Now he’s grinding against me, working against my swollen clit. I squeeze his ass again and nip at his lip. He groans deep in his throat and my core quivers. I pull his lip back playfully before letting go of it.

“I’m going to take you right here if you don’t stop,” he growls out and to prove his point, he thrusts his hard bulge into my mons.

“If I don’t stop what?” I ask innocently and my fingers tighten, digging into the flesh of his ass.

He groans and his eyes start to roll in the back of his head. I get the thrilling feeling that I’m playing with fire. I like it.

“Hailey, if only you knew what you do to me,” he says and aggressively goes for my neck. I’m left shuddering and weak as he kisses up and down it.

I’m so tender and sensitive there. His mouth covers me. It’s so hot, so wet. He pulls back a hard suckle and it’s as if every muscle in my body gives out. He’s found the spot. I’m weak, I can’t get my breath. I’ve completely lost my wits and now my clit is madly throbbing.

“Oh!” I moan out. It’s a sound of immense pleasure and immense surprise.

I thought tasting him was the best thing in the world. But this, this is my undoing. It’s as if my seams are unraveling as his lips kiss a trail up and then back down. He pulls and stretches my dress off my shoulder, then his lips brush across the exposed shoulder.

Each touch of his mouth, each wet suckle pulls out another one of my stitches. It’s only a matter of time before I’m completely undone in his hands.

“Andrew,” I groan out as he squeezes my breast again. He’s still kissing my neck. Driving me mad. Driving me weak. I’m so wound up, so hot and bothered, I might just come like this. He needs to stop if I’m going to have any self-respect left for myself.

“Call me AJ,” he huskily corrects me.

I don’t quite understand.

“What? Why?” I ask in breathless confusion before it’s finally sinking it.

He grins sensually, pulling back to look me in the eyes “It’s what those closest to me call me.”

Oh, God. Does that mean what I think it means? From the look in his eyes, it certainly does. He looks so smug with himself as he takes in my reaction.

My need ebbs with my confusion.

Then he has to go and say, “Say it.”

His eyes narrow and grow intense, boring into me.

I can’t help but squirm.

“Say what?” I ask innocently, but I’m not fooling him.

“Say my name,” he growls. Every time that growl gets me. Every time I get shivers shooting down my spine, bumps rising across my skin. I swear my nipples twitched. They’re so hard and so sensitive.

My heart quickens as I stare at him. What will it feel like to look upon his face, the face I know as Andrew and call him AJ? Can my heart handle connecting the two? Can I handle finally merging them and accepting that they are one and the same?

“AJ,” I blurt out, but it’s too quick, too rushed. Like I just want to get it done and over with. It doesn’t feel right, it doesn’t carry enough impact.

“Again,” he commands and I feel his will weighing down on me. His eyes alone are piercing me, demanding…

“AJ,” I say more slowly, giving the syllables time to flow off my lips.

He still isn’t satisfied, “Again.”

“AJ,” I say. He is AJ. From the sound of his voice to the pressure of his cock rubbing me. He is the AJ I remembered in the dark. Now he’s the AJ I will know in the light.

“Yes,” he groans and he’s kissing my neck again.

I don’t know how much more I can take of this. He’s like a man possessed, the way he suckles and tastes me. He can’t get enough.

“Come to bed with me Hailey,” he breathes out, his warm breath washing over the wet spot he just licked.

The thought of going to bed with him both thrills me and frightens me. I know I’m heading down a path I can never come back from, a path I’ve been doing my best to avoid in the first place, but my body has a mind of its own.

He’s kissed all the sense out of me.

I say, “Yes.”

Suddenly, he’s pulling me again, we’re rushing. He has me by the hand and he’s dragging me to his bedroom. My feet barely touch the floor, I’m missing every other step. He holds me up. Without his support, I’d be eating carpet.

The bed hits my back and I don’t even know how it happened. One moment I was on my feet, now I’m horizontal. He’s above me, smiling, looming. I reach for him and he comes down. His weight settles on top of me. It feels so right. This is where I belong in the world. He’s so hot and just the right amount of heavy.

Mouth upon mouth, we kiss and explore each other. He’s so tender at first, so sweet.  One of his hands comes up to stroke my cheek as he kisses me, the other is roaming, following the curve of my silhouette.

Then that roaming hand starts pulling up my blue dress. We break apart long enough for him to get the dress over my head and then my own fingers fumble with his tie, I struggle to unknot it.

Once the tie is gone, he strangely doesn’t lift a finger to help me. I can hardly keep myself from ripping open his shirt. I need to feel him. I need more than just our lips connected. Something deep inside of me aches to feel his skin, to feel the texture of his hot flesh, to truly be reconnected with him.

I’m throbbing. From the tip of my head to my toe-curling feet. My body is throbbing with want. My heart is racing with need. It’s as if I can feel every beat, every pump of blood down there. My lower body is alive and it’s aching.

I get his shirt open, only popping off a few buttons in the process, and then he stills as my hands go to his belt. He’s so hard, so big. I wonder if it hurts to have his erection trapped and constrained like it is. I must free it and end both of our suffering.

He stops breathing, he holds his breath as I undo his buckle. I look up, my eyes find his. His eyes are practically glowing with the heat of his lust. My own breath hitches from the power of it.

I undo his belt as if I’m entranced. First it’s the buckle, next is the button, finally it’s the zipper going down. Before I even know what I’m doing I have him in my hand. He’s so smooth, I stroke up him, and it’s like silky velvet. I squeeze my fingers around him and roll my wrist.

“Oh, fuck,” he growls out and bucks his hips. I know I could make him come like this. If I just pump my hand fast enough, he’ll spend himself in my hand. But I want him inside me, I need it. I’ll die if I don’t get my orgasm in the next five minutes.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring? I don’t even want to think of it. In this moment, right now, I’m in bed with AJ. I have AJ back again. I’m going to enjoy every second of it. I’m going to use him to feel good. I’m not going to feel bad about it.

I stroke my hand along the thick length of his cock then brush my thumb across the tip of his head.

“I need you,” I say. Gripping him, I lead his cock down to my drenched sex and then rub his engorged head against my entrance. I coat the head of his cock with my juices. “Inside me.”

I’m out of my mind with what I’m doing, not thinking. Thankfully, he comes to his senses and stops me.

“Protection, babe,” he says huskily.

I pout as he pulls away.  He leans over to his nightstand and opens the drawer. He fishes out a foil wrapper and as if he’s had too much practice doing it, easily tears it open.

I squirm, hungry and wanting. I’m so needy, the throbbing is starting to hurt. 

He unrolls the condom over his cock and checks it.

I’m so tempted just to jump on top of him, push him down, and ride it all out. Just the thought, bouncing up and down, him sliding in and out of me. I’m so wet, the friction would be so slick…

I moan and then he’s there, covering me, ready to end my suffering. I need him more than I’ve ever needed anything. My arms reach out, find him, and grab hold of him. He kisses me. The way he kisses me, I feel so loved. He thrusts, I’m so wet, so ready, why is my body resisting him? Why does it feel like I’m trying to expel him instead of accept him? It’s tight, it feels like a pinch, and then the head of his cock pushes its way in. The rest of me gives.

Yes, he’s finally filling me. Fuck, it feels so right. He pulls out. No, come back.