Baby for My Stepbrother

Chapter 9

Sitting down at the table, I watched Dane move around the stove. When I was younger, he cooked for me all the time, but as I grew and became more able to take care of myself, he’d backed off the responsibilities of taking care of his younger stepsister. Watching him brought back so many memories and I smiled to think that, perhaps, what was occurring between Dane and I was the natural progression of a relationship between a dominant and protective man and the girl he always cared for.

Explaining our relationship to my friends, and especially to our parents, would be rough, but in that exact moment I didn’t care. He drove me crazy, pissed me off and made me want to stab him in the neck more times than I could count, but he also affected me on a deeper level, on a level that made my thighs clench and my body heat up. He was so beautiful, so strong and so unapologetically male.

Glancing over his shoulder, he grinned at me and said, “I see you staring at me. Guess you can’t get enough of this, can you?” He winked and I smiled at the arrogance he displayed.

Not one to feed anybody’s ego, especially Dane’s, I answered, “No, I’ve had enough, but you have my food and until it’s on my plate in front of me, I have no choice but to stare. I’m starving.”

The corner of his lip tilted up, a dimple indenting his stubbled cheek and cutting a shadow into his face that somehow made him more desirable. Turning around, he left the food cooking in the pan as he slowly approached me. When he was within arm’s reach, he grabbed my hands – being extra careful of my injured wrist - and pulled my arms up, lifting me from my chair.

His hands released mine only to immediately grasp my hips and he lifted me up again, seating me on the surface of the table with a wicked gleam in his eye. Brushing the hair from my face, he looked at me with a feral hunger and said, “I would have never admitted this before because you were a little bitch who didn’t deserve it, but things have changed …” His voice trailed

off into silence, his eyes searching my face for any indication of what I was thinking or feeling.

“You’re one of the most beautiful women I know, Luna. Dark, strong, smart …you’re unique and you don’t apologize for being you. I admire that and I can respect that. But from here on, you need to let go tome, let me take care of you – protect you. Stop fighting me, or this relationship will fail before it ever had a chance to get off the ground.”

Rolling my shoulders back, I locked my eyes to his. “Do you plan on ordering me around still now that we’re together? Because I hate that shit and you know it.”

He grinned as his hands squeezed my hips. Leaning down so that his lips were brushing against my ear, he whispered, “That depends on what I’m telling you to do.”

Heat pooled between my legs, the hint of sex wrapped into each syllable he spoke. My fingers gripped the edge of the table, pain shooting up my injured wrist, but I chose to ignore it. At that moment, all I wanted was the escape Dane could give me.

Until that moment, I’d never given it much thought and I never realized how I viewed sex with Dane. It consumed me when i happened, every touch, every kiss, every passionate moment stealing me from reality until he forced a release through me that shook my soul free of the pain and anger I normally carried around. I let go to his control because it was his control that gave meso much pleasure.

And in this moment, as his hands moved from my hips to palm the insides of my thighs and pushed them apart, I let go to that control once more. My breath left my lungs on a tremulous huff, my body radiating with the need for him to take me over and make me feel things that broke me apart and rebuilt me all at the same time.

His fingers immediately pushed my skirt up my legs, his thumbs wrapping into my panties as he pulled them off my body, smiling when I lifted my hips to make it easier for him to remove them. I wasn’t fighting against this. Instead, I was holding my breath in anticipation for it. His blue eyes locked to mine as he dropped the panties to the ground, his hands pulling my body forward as my hands unbuttoned his pants.