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  I wrap my hands around the back of his thighs as I dip my head and kiss the base of his shaft. His cock jumps slightly in response to my touch, and I hear him groan. I wrap my hand around him, pulling him toward my mouth. I circle my tongue lightly around his tip, licking up a bead of liquid that has just appeared there.

  I move to the base of his dick, pressing my tongue down hard as I make my way back up the underside of his shaft, then flick my tongue around his tip. Then I tuck my lips around my teeth and wrap them around him, stretching my mouth wide to receive him. I move slowly down his length, wanting to make him feel as good as he's been making me feel. And to tease him a little, too, if I'm being perfectly honest.

  I look up at him as I pull back, and see him biting his lip as he looks down at me. I circle his tip with my tongue for a minute as he watches me. I feel myself growing wet—why going down on him turns me on so much I don't know, but it does. His fingers wrap around the back of my head, digging into my hair, as he dips his head back.

  I take him in my mouth again and begin to move faster. I bring one hand up to massage his balls, and wrap the other around his shaft, following my mouth. I still can't fit his whole cock in my mouth, so I figure this is kind of a good cheat. My eyes begin to water a bit as I hear him begin to groan. I move even faster, excited to feel him come in my mouth, and to taste him.

  “Oh, fuck, fuck, I'm coming,” he moans, and suddenly my mouth is filled with liquid. I keep moving my head back and forth even as I feel it leak a little out of the corner of my mouth. Should I swallow it? I don't know what else to do, so I lean back for a moment and feel it run down my throat.

  Nate's taking deep breaths above me, his chest heaving, so I lean forward again and kiss his shaft gently as it softens a bit. I guess I expected it to, you know, go down right away, but it stays mostly erect as I stand back up.

  To my surprise, he wraps his arms around me and kisses me. I thought he might feel some compunction considering where my mouth has been, but his tongue slips readily against mine and I relax against him. His hand slides down my ass and he rubs himself against me.

  “How much longer do you think they'll be gone?” he asks breaking away and bringing his other hand up to my cheek.

  “No idea.”

  “Well, I'll make this quick, just in case.” He pushes me away and steps back. “Strip.”

  I almost gasp at the pleasure his command sends rushing through me. I pull off my shirt and yoga pants, then unhook my bra and slide my panties to the ground as he watches. My lips part as he wraps his hand around his cock as it hardens completely again.

  “I want you to go on birth control soon, OK? I don't want to have to wear a condom with you.”

  “Does it feel very different?”

  “Oh yeah. And I want to feel myself right up against you.” He walks over to his bedside table and pulls a condom out and tosses it on the bed. “Come,” he says, holding his hand out to me. I walk over, and he turns me around, pulling my back against him. I feel his cock hitting the small of my back as he runs his fingers over my stomach and then up over my breasts, gently pinching my nipples. I groan into his touch. I've never felt anything close to the way he makes me feel.

  “A little faster and harder this time, OK?” he asks, and I nod, already beyond speaking. His fingers slide down and over my clit, and I can hear the sounds of my wetness as he presses one finger inside me. “You're already so wet…good girl.”

  His other hand snakes up to my face and turns my cheek so that I'm facing him. He kisses me, hard, his tongue ravaging my mouth as his finger circles inside my opening. His thumb flicks over my clit and I cry out in pleasure and surprise. As if he were just waiting for this response, he turns me around and pushes me down on my back on the bed. He picks up the condom next to me and quickly rips it open and pulls it on. He grabs my hips and steps forward, pulling my ass down so that it's just on the edge of the bed. He bends over me, quickly pulling my breast into his mouth and gently nibbling on my nipple.

  He moves his weight onto his elbows and I feel him pressing inside me. There's a slight soreness left over from last night, but also instant pleasure. He stretches me open, pushing slowly but surely until he's all the way in. My hands dig into his back as he thrusts again, a little harder. Then he stands up, still inside me, and pulls my legs up so that my calves are resting on his shoulders.

  He moves his right hand over my crotch, and I moan as he begins to circle my clit with his thumb. I cry out as he begins to pull in and out of me at the same time, and I watch his face as he watches himself move inside my opening. The combination of his fingers on my clit and his cock inside me is quickly driving me crazy.

  “Aaggh,” I cry out intelligibly, and Nate's eyes snap up to my face. He removes his hand from my clit and leans forward so that both of his palms are spread on the comforter. My legs are still on his shoulders, and I can feel a good stretch in my hamstrings in this position. I'm also completely immobilized as he begins to drive into me in earnest now, his jaw tense and his neck muscles bulging.

  I close my eyes and lose myself to the sensation of being drilled over and over again. He's hitting me so deeply, and I'm absolutely out of control and powerless. Maybe it would make me nervous with some other man, but I feel completely safe with Nate. As an orgasm begins to rip through me, I feel his hands gripping my shoulders tightly, pulling me down against him as he comes inside me.

  “Brynn, oh, fuck, Brynn!” he shouts as he releases himself. My legs fall off his shoulders and splay onto the comforter as he collapses on top of me. I gasp for air, and drowsily wipe the hair out of my face as I feel him stir on top of me. He picks his head up and listens for a moment. “They're still not home.”

  “Mm, guess not,” I murmur rather incoherently.

  “Good,” he says with a wicked smile, and begins to kiss down the middle of my chest as he slides to his knees on the floor.

  “Nate, what are you—oh, god,” I moan, as he takes a long lick of my slit.

  “I can't wait until tonight to taste you again. It's like I'm addicted to this, to you.”

  I close my eyes as he begins to flick his tongue across my clit. I thought I was completely worn out, but I'm coming back to life shockingly quickly under his deft tongue. His hands pin my knees to the sides of the bed, stretching me wide open so that he has complete access and control.

  I feel his tongue dart in and out of me—a completely different sensation than when he uses his fingers. My back arches off the bed as he moves back to my clit, circling it relentlessly. I whimper as I feel waves of pleasure begin to reverberate through my body. My body wants to rock and shake, but Nate's hands pin me firmly to the bed, and his tongue keeps flicking across me. My energy has no choice but to be completely directed to the reaction he's eliciting. For some reason, it's when Nate backs off slightly that my body rocks into a full-out orgasm, my back arching wildly off the bed, just the top of my head and my hips remaining in contact with the comforter.

  “Oh my god,” I breathe as I relax down. I lift my head slightly and watch him lick his lips before lying down next to me on the bed and lazily flopping an arm over my waist.

  “We should get dressed,” he reminds me, kissing me quickly before jumping back up. I groan. Where's he getting all this energy? I feel like I could sleep for days.

  “Do you think there will ever be a day when we can tell them?” I ask with a yawn as I sit up. He pauses for a moment as he pulls open a dresser drawer.

  “I don't know. Let's just keep it our secret for now.”

  “No, no, I wasn't saying I—” I break off as we both hear a car pulling up to the front of the house. I hurry over to the pile of my clothes and ball them up in my arms before running to the door. “See you later!” I call quietly over my shoulder as I dash naked down the hallway.

  As I shut my door behind me and begin pulling on my clothes, I wonder why Nate was so quick to suggest that we keep it quiet. Not that I want something different—f
or now, at least. But someday… I mean, does he just envision keeping our relationship secret forever? What kind of relationship would that be, anyway?

  I sigh. These kind of questions are what Allison warned me about in the first place. It's just…fuck. What was once a far-off crush has become real for me. Too real. And Nate has said he has feelings for me, that I'm different, but he hasn't been any more specific than that.

  On my end, I don't think this is a purely sexual infatuation. I'm really falling for him.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Going to work this week and being away from Nate during the day has felt like going through physical withdrawal. I really have to force myself to focus, because sometimes I find myself staring off into the distance, remembering what he did to me the previous night. I wish I could just go straight home at six today, but I promised Allison I'd go shopping with her. And there are actually a couple things I'd like to pick up for myself.

  I meet her at the Anthropologie in Georgetown Mall, and we start going through the sale racks as we catch up. While she's not looking, I slip a couple sets of lingerie and sexy bras into my basket. I want to wear something a little sexy for Nate, but I don't want to face Allison's inevitable questions if she sees what I've picked out.

  We eventually make our way to the changing rooms and begin trying on our choices. I quickly slip on the first matching set of bra and panties. I admire myself in the mirror. The lace is a pale violet, and not overtly sexy—it's Anthropologie, not Victoria's Secret, after all.

  “What do you think?” Allison asks suddenly, pulling the curtain aside and stepping into the dressing room with me. She's wearing a blue cotton dress and twirls for a second before she realizes what I'm wearing. Her eyebrows raise. “Whoa.”

  “Allison,” I groan, pulling one of the more substantial pieces of clothing off a hanger to cover myself.

  “You know, I had a feeling something was different with you,” she says, beginning to smile.

  “Really?”

  “Yup. And I was right. I always thought you two would make a good match.”

  “What? That's not what you said.”

  “Yeah, I totally called it!”

  “No, you completely warned me against the whole thing,” I reply, confused and even slightly annoyed.

  “Wait,” she says with a frown, “who are you talking about?”

  “Who are you talking about?”

  “Greg, obviously…”

  “Oh, right.”

  “Brynn…”

  “What?” I ask innocently.

  “If it's not Greg, who did you think I was talking about?” she asks, her eyes widening.

  “It's not important, OK?” I reply, blushing.

  “Brynn, no. Please tell me it's not Nate. Please. I mean, he's your stepbrother. It's…it's gross.”

  “Thanks a lot, Allison. Not exactly what I needed to hear right now,” I snap, turning my back to her to pull off the lingerie.

  “Um, maybe it's exactly what you need to hear right now. I mean, what's with you? You're ignoring a perfectly nice guy to go out with some jock like Nate.”

  “Well, first of all, it's none of your business. Second of all, you're actually completely right about Greg. He is 'perfectly nice.' There's no spark at all. Zero. Third of all, Nate's not 'some jock.' He's really smart, and kind, and funny. And with him? Sparks galore!”

  “God, Brynn, I'm just trying to look out for you. You're making some really bad decisions.”

  I take a deep breath, not wanting to raise my voice in this public place. “No, Allison, you're not trying to look out for me. What you're doing is judging me. Completely different. And I really don't appreciate it.” I finish pulling on my skirt and quickly slip my flats on as I grab my purse and walk quickly out of the dressing room.

  I walk straight out of the store and toward the elevator to the parking garage, my cheeks burning with anger, though I also feel a bit like crying. I've never had a big fight like that with Allison before, and I don't like it.

  I freeze outside another store just as I'm about to reach the elevators. Victoria's Secret. My relationship with Nate isn't “gross.” There's nothing wrong with what we're doing. If anything, my conversation with Allison has made me want to lean into my relationship with Nate, not out of it. I march in and straight to the raciest pieces I see.

  When I get home, I hear my mom and Pierce laughing in the kitchen, and the TV from the den. I walk in there and smile in relief at the sight of Nate with his feet up on the couch. He moves his legs over and I plop down.

  “Hi,” I murmur with a smile.

  “Hi,” he replies. “What's wrong?” I frown at him, and he reaches up to his shoulder, miming pulling at something. I stare at him for a moment before realizing he's mirroring my own action of pulling at my hair. I sigh and drop my hand.

  “It's Allison. We had an argument,” I explain. “She…she found out.” He cocks his head and then lets out a low whistle as he realizes what I mean.

  “Well, I suppose it's not that bad. I mean, I always thought…” he lowers his voice, looking back toward the kitchen where our parents are still talking. “I always thought that at school, we could be more open. No one really knows you're my stepsister there. I mean, Allison would have found out then anyway, right?”

  “I guess so…she just…she called it 'gross.' We're not, are we?”

  “Well, I certainly don't think there's anything gross about you.”

  “It's more than that, though. I feel like we're drifting apart a little,” I reveal, swallowing a ball of hurt in my throat.

  “Mm,” he replies, considering. “Like me and Jackson, sort of. Well, maybe you won't be quite as close as you were, but there are still things you can enjoy about her.”

  “When'd you get so wise?” I ask, nudging his feet next to me.

  “Since I started hanging out with you. You're rubbing off on me.”

  Before I have time to consider whether he's being serious or not, we hear my mom call, “Dinner!” from the kitchen, and are forced to put our conversation on hold.

  Pierce seems to be in an unusually good mood during the meal, for which I'm grateful. Not for his sake, but for Nate's, because he's much less likely to snap at his son when he's feeling jovial.

  “Well, we haven't made an official announcement, Brynn, but Thornhill and Co. has just landed Mark Broadman as a client,” he reveals eventually.

  “The hedge fund billionaire?”

  “That's right. He has several new holdings, and needs advice on some public policy matters.”

  “Wow, that's huge. Congrats, Dad,” Nate chimes in. Pierce nods at him in a self-satisfied manner.

  “I'm glad it's all—I'm glad that's happened, Pierce,” I correct myself. I almost referenced the scandal earlier this summer, but managed to change course. We never talk about it now, though I know that Pierce was concerned that it would negatively impact his business. But landing such a big client is a good sign that people have moved on, and are on Pierce's side.

  After dinner, Nate and I leave the dining room separately, while our parents remain there chatting. We always make a show of going our separate ways, to keep up appearances. I close my bedroom door knowing that he'll come for me around midnight, as he has every night this past week. My body quivers with excitement just thinking about it.

  I consider writing an email to Allison, but decide I want a little more time to think about what to say. I turn to my purse and pull out the bag from Victoria's Secret that I stuffed to the bottom. I touch the black lace panties, a narrow diamond-shaped piece of fabric that just covers the essentials, with several thin strips, string, really, hooking around my hips and latching on to the back. The bra is conservative by contrast, though pretty with its Chantilly lace-covered cups.

  I take a shower and then head downstairs for a cup of tea. I'm taking a mug down from the top cupboard when I feel Nate come up behind me. He wraps his hands around my waist and presses against me.
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  “Nate, not here!” I whisper.

  “I know, I'm sorry,” he murmurs in my ear. “I just want you all the time.”

  “I have a surprise for you tonight,” I admit. He grinds his erection into my ass in response, his hands reaching under my shirt.

  “You're killing me,” he moans, then sighs, and rests his head on mine before pulling away. “See you soon.” I lean against the counter as I hear him retreat, my skin tingling where he's touched it. I know that sneaking around won't work forever, but for now, there's something so hot about it.

  I take my decaf Earl Grey up to my room, and change into the lingerie as I drink it, carefully pulling out the tags. I sink into bed with a yawn, pulling the sheet up over me. These late night assignations, while I wouldn't give them up for anything, are wreaking havoc on my sleep schedule.

  The next thing I know, I'm being woken up by someone sinking into bed next to me. I turn into the warmth of Nate's body and slowly open my eyes.

  “Sorry, should I just let you sleep?” he asks, kissing the top of my head.

  “No way,” I reply drowsily. “You have to have your surprise.”

  “Where is it?” he asks, looking around. I lift my arm and point down at my body. He grins, and pinches the top of the sheet in his fingers and begins to slowly pull it down. I bite my lip as I hear his sharp intake of breath as he reveals my bra. He pauses, looking up at my face.

  “There's more,” I promise him. He keeps pulling the sheet down, and finally pulls it over the barely-there panties. He tosses the sheet at my feet and runs his hand from my knee up my inner thigh.

  “What shall I do with you tonight, Brynn?” he asks, eyeing my lingerie.

  “Whatever you want,” I breathe.

  “Stand up,” he says abruptly. I stand, and he eyes me up and down, licking his lips, then narrows his eyes. “You have any high shoes?”