Baby for My Stepbrother

Chapter 6

“What the fuck are you doing here?” His voice was low and he leaned into me to make sure I could hear him over the loud music.

I glared up at him, pissed off that he thought he could pull me away from my friends. Jerking my arm out of his grasp, I said, “I’m dancing. What does it look like I’m doing? What are you doing here?”

“I work here,” he growled, grabbing me again and dragging me through the crowd, not giving a damn that people were staring at us as we passed.

Dane practically shoved me inside a back storage room, slamming the door behind him and stalking towards me like he was going to beat my ass.

“Why are you so angry?” I asked. “The club is eighteen and up. I didn’t know you worked here.”

The corner of his lips tilted up. “You think I care that you didn’t know I work here? The point is that you are in my bar dancing your fine ass off on my dance floor in a piece of material that can’t be considered a real dress.”

I looked down at my clothes and backup at him. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

He grinned again, stepping forward until he was so close, I had to crane my neck up to look at him. “Nothing…especially not now that I have you all to myself. ”

His biceps flexed beneath the tight sleeves of his black t-shirt and I shivered beneath the heat of his stare. He didn’t have to say another word for me to know exactly what he was after. It felt weird to be standing herewith him in some place other than my room. Ever since we started having sex, we hadn’t spoken two words to one another except for whatever dirty talk came with him shoving his cock in my body.

Perhaps now would be nothing different than what it had been for the past two weeks.

His mouth took control of mine when he reached down to lift me up and pull my legs around his waist. My back slammed against the wall and his chest pressed up against mine. Strong hands and greedy fingers pushed up my thighs, lifting me up higher so he could unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants and pull himself free. This wasn’t slow, this was the fast fuck against a wall that I knew would sate me and send me stumbling back out into the main part of the club with a stupid, satisfied look behind my jade green eyes.

With his tongue dancing over mine and the bristle of his five o’clock shadow scraping against my cheeks and chin, he reached beneath my skirt to flick my panties aside, sinking himself deep inside me and making no apologies for the rough handling as he thrust in and out.

My body bounced up and down where he had me pinned to the wall, my legs tightening around his waist as sensual moans flew from my lips. He swallowed each and every sound, silencing me so that only he could hear what he was doing tome.

I didn’t mind that he took me over – didn’t care about how everybody would react if they knew we were fucking each other. At that precise moment, I was set free from the confines of my ordinary life by a man that didn’t ask for permission, and didn’t apologize for making me know what it meant to be a woman.

“Harder, Dane,” I begged when he pulled his lips from mine to run them along my neck, his teeth sinking possessively into my shoulder as his hips moved faster against me.

My fingers ran through his dark brown hair before scratching trails down his back. I gripped into him, the orgasm I could feel building inside me causing my eyes to rollback in my head from the sheer pleasure he was driving through me.

I didn’t mean to slam my head back against the wall when my body shuddered from the peak he pushed me over, my pussy clenching tightly to milk him of his come as our bodies reached their climax together.

He continued kissing me as he grew soft inside me, finally pulling away and lowering my feet to the floor. Stepping back, he eyed me with a feral glint behind the gorgeous blue color. Wiping away my lip-gloss with the back of his hand, he grinned and said, “Damn girl. I wasn’t expecting that tonight, but now I’m glad you showed up.”

I laughed, my voice breathless when I asked, “You have anything in here I could use to clean myself up? I can’t exactly go walking back out there with your come dripping down my leg.”

His lips curled up again when he grabbed a pack of napkins from the shelf and tossed them in my direction. “I don’t know about that. Might keep the other guys away from you to see the evidence in plain sight.

I flinched at his statement, not understanding why he would give a damn if another man caught my eye.

His crystal blue eyes watched me as I rubbed the napkins between my legs, bunching them up and tossing them in a trashcan in the corner of the room.

“I need to get back out to find Carly. She’ll wonder what happened tome and if I’m gone for too long, I wouldn’t put it pas her to call the cops and shut the place down until she finds me.”

He laughed, nodding his head once and motioning towards the door with his hand. “Be my guest.”