Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance(52)

“You’d think we would start to go to blows, and we almost did at first, but we actually started talking. He told me stories about the horrible life Maddy had, except the stories were slightly different than the ones she told me. But the one thing they all had in common? Maddy was always the victim. I realized everything she told me was likely a lie, so I’d had enough and left. She begged me back, and I demanded that she took a paternity test.”

“And?” Carly demanded, even though the answer was obvious.

“I wasn’t the father, of course. Shit, you don’t know how happy I was that day. Elated would be an understatement. Maddy, on the other hand, was crushed because she knew she’d lost the one bargaining chip that she could use to chain me to her.”

“Later on I found out that she’d been admitted to a mental hospital because of the distress of our breakup and that she’d been diagnosed with bi-polar disorder among a few other things.”

“What happened to the baby?” Carly asked with intense interest. “Did she end up having it?”

I shook my head. “No. I’d love to say she had it and gave it to someone who would really care for it, but after her stay in the mental ward, she miscarried.”

Carly placed her fingers to her lips, her expression horrified. “That’s awful.”

“It is, and that I knew was actually true,” I said. “Anyway, as soon as she got out, she came looking for me. In some sick, twisted way she blamed me for losing the baby.”

“Jesus. I can see now why you didn’t want to talk about her,” said Carly. “This is worse than an old Jerry Springer show.”

“Yep. And what I just told you was the abbreviated version,” I said. “There’s more twisted shit she did that I don’t even want to go into.”

Carly grimaced, holding a palm against her stomach. “I’m fine with that, honestly. I know losing the baby had to be tough, but I think I’ve had enough of crazy psycho bitches for today.” She shook her head again. “It’s just so hard to believe that you would put up with that madness for that long.”

“Like I said, for the longest time she did well in hiding it.” I swallowed and then set my jaw. “But maybe I was just blind at first, badly wanting to get over you.”

Carly placed a hand on my inner right thigh, assuming an expression of sympathy. “But you have me now,” she said softly.

My cock began to twitch as blood flowed down below. I still couldn’t get over how sensitive I was to Carly’s touch and of course she failed to notice what an effect her innocent gesture had on my body.

She really needs to stop doing that, I thought, irritated at the sexual power she wielded over me. Next thing you know I’ll be popping wood over just a little look.

“And another thing,” I said, trying to ignore my sudden hard on. “I’m sorry for leaving you all by yourself. Somehow, I’d convinced myself that you were safer without me and I couldn’t have been more wrong. I don’t know what the f*ck I was thinking leaving you alone when Maddy was on the loose, but I thought I’d covered all of my bases.” I quickly told her all about how from the very beginning I had Shadow try to get her from my trail and how it eventually failed.

“It’s okay,” Carly said when I was done with my tale, rubbing my leg even further, her fingers coming within inches of my cock. “I’m still here, safe and sound, and that’s all that matters. Plus, I understand you so much better now that you told me all that.” She giggled. “Trust me when I say, there’s no hard feelings here.” She said, rubbing my thigh again.

That’s it. Another rub and I’m bending her over my leg and giving her a much-needed spanking.

“No it’s not okay. Leaving you there was f*cking stupid.”

By now, my cock was so hard I felt like it would burst through the crotch of my jeans.

“Well, you can stop apologizing now,” Carly said, appearing unaware of my torment. “Let’s put it behind us.”

She giggled and her voice lowered to a furtive whisper. “Besides, there’s something else I never got to do that I’m itching for.”

“What’s that?”

“This.” She placed her hand on my gigantic hard on and looked me straight at me, her eyes twinkling mischievously. It was right then that I knew she was trying to get me hard on purpose.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she murmured with need, messaging my throbbing cock through my pants, making it feel like it was going to explode. “You never let me taste it back at the cabin.”

“That’s because I was more concerned with giving you pleasure,” I said, my voice strained. I was so f*cking horny I was worried I’d nut in a minute. I prided myself in not being a minute man — It only served to emphasize how much power Carly held over me.

“Now let me return the favor,” Carly purred, pressing against my chest so I fell back on the bed.

And it’s not like I didn’t get any pleasure out of it. Being inside you was f*cking amazing, I thought.

I wasn’t going to argue the point. If Carly wanted to give me head, by God, I wasn’t going to stop her.

In fact, I’d always fantasized about having Carly’s pert little mouth wrapped around my cock anyway. This would be like a dream come true.