Stranded with My Stepbrother

Chapter 25

Caleb’s fingers stilled in my hair. “Nothing. We tell them nothing. My mom already said she thought it was gross, and I’m pretty sure Hank will kill me.”

“And me,” I said. “I’m pretty sure he was hanging onto the whole ‘virgin until marriage’ thing.”

“Knowing your dad, that’s a hill he was probably willing to die on,” Caleb snorted. “Then again, I like that about conservative fathers. They don’t ask questions about that.”

“True,” I replied. Not wanting to keep answering Caleb’s questions, I let my hand wander down over his toned stomach to slide into the waistband of his pants.

Caleb caught my wrist. “Nice try. But there’s something big that’s bothering you, and you’re not telling me.”

“Aside from certain death?” I said sheepishly.

Caleb clucked his tongue. “I’m more than happy for you to stroke my dick, don’t get me wrong. But I want us to finish our conversation first.”

I sighed. “We’ve been doing it... without a condom.”

Caleb’s breath caught. “True.”

“I’m not on anything,” I murmured.

With a sigh of his own, Caleb cupped my cheek, thumbing my cheekbone. “Twice isn’t really a big risk, but if something happens... I’ll take responsibility. Whatever you want to do. When we get home, we’ll use condoms.”

“Okay.” It made me feel warm inside to know Caleb intended for us to be together even after we returned to Minnesota.

“Can I say something and you won’t get weird about it?” I asked, threading my fingers through his over his stomach.

Caleb chuckled. “Jacey, anything you want to say, now would be the time to say it, weird or not.”

I swallowed, then whispered, “I love you.”

-Caleb-

When Jocelyn said she loved me, it completely blew away her earlier worry about pregnancy. I wasn’t sure I was ready to be a dad, but I did know one thing for certain.

“I love you, too,” I said, tilting her lips up to mine for a kiss.

“Not stepbrother/stepsister love, either,” Jocelyn clarified, as though she needed to.

I chuckled and kissed her again. “Baby, I’m pretty sure if I felt THAT kind of love for you, we wouldn’t be having sex.”

“True.” Jocelyn licked her lips. I could feel the slightest flick of her tongue against my mouth. “And you don’t have to just say it. I don’t expect you to say it back just because we might die tomorrow.”

“That might have sped up the timeline a bit, but it doesn’t make it less true,” I said to her, stroking her hair.

“Really?” Jocelyn asked cautiously.

“Really.” I did love her. It wasn’t something I’d felt for most of the women I’d had. In fact, I was trying to think of anyone I’d have been so willing to die for, who made me so possessive.

Jocelyn was sexy, independent, courageous, and smart. The whole package. And I was a lucky, lucky bastard to have her at last.

Speaking of which...

I slowly slid our joined hands into my pants. “I want to be inside you again. Will you let me?” I taught her how to touch me to get me from my semi to completely erect.

Jocelyn rubbed her thumb over my tip. “I think that would be nice.”

I shivered and opened my pants in record time. She still stroked me while I pulled down her pants and panties.

“Show me where you want me, baby,” I breathed, nipping her earlobe as her knees spread open beneath me.

Jocelyn guided me right to her entrance. My cum and her juices made it easy to push inside this time, even though she was still deliciously tight.

“Mmm... baby.” I rubbed her clit with my thumb, easing in and out of her. My other hand pushed up under her shirt and bra to squeeze a perfect breast.

I was being faster, rougher this time, riding her harder than I had before. Need sang in my blood. She loved me. I loved her. She was mine. MINE.

“Oh GOD, Caleb!” Jocelyn gasped, hanging onto my shoulders for dear life as I lost myself to the passion of the moment.