Drawn to You (Lover to Stepbrother)(31)

“Are you going to get him back?”

“I’m going to try.” She shrieks.

“I know he did a dickish thing, but after you left last week, you should have seen him. He looked so broken. I heard he stayed there until he was kicked out.” I look to my hands in my lap.

“But you slapped him.”

“Because that’s what friends do. I was in the moment, okay? You were hurt so I had to hurt him.” I laugh.

“You are such a drama queen.”

“I know.” We both laugh. “So, tonight is the night you meet your Mom’s fella. Call me right after, okay? I want to know how he talks, how he looks, and if he’s stepfather material.”

“I will call you right after.”

“Good, now go and make yourself even more beautiful.” I give her a hug and head inside to start getting myself ready. I just hope I like the guy.



*

I decided on a black and white flower summer dress. I called a cab and now I’m standing outside the restaurant looking at the message from my Mom that they are already sitting inside. I take in a huge breath and walk in.

Telling the hostess the name, I’m led through tables until I see my Mom laughing. Her face is glowing. She spots me and stands, walking quickly over to me and giving me a hug. She places her hand in mine and guides me to her table and I close my eyes until we stop. I reopen them and see the man who has made my Mom happy again.

He isn’t what I was expecting. He seems younger for his age. He has dark brown hair and light green eyes. He looks familiar in a weird way. Like I have seen him somewhere before. He stands and extends his hand.

“You must be the beautiful Sasha. Your mother talks dearly of you.” I place my hand in his, giving him a warm smile.

“My mother does the same with you. Thank you so much for taking time out to meet me.” He helps me to my seat.

“You are very well mannered. I would have loved to meet you sooner, but work, unfortunately, has been crazy and the free time I did have, I spent with your mother.” He smiles affectionately to her.

“Oh, Xander.” She waves him off. A waiter comes over, filling my glass with infused water and not long after another waiter comes and asks if we are ready to order.

“We are still waiting for my son.” I notice how he says son in a tense voice. The waiter nods and leaves us. “I am so sorry, my son does like to make an appearance.” Mom places her hand over his and his facial features soften.

“It’s okay. I’m sure he will be here soon.” She then looks to me and I mouth son? He has a son? It’s not just him I have to get used to. It’s a son who seems to be a twat. He’s running late which shows he has no common courtesy.

I’m sitting there playing with my water glass as I watch my Mom go all googly eyes and when they share a kiss, I stand, excusing myself. “I just need to use the bathroom. Please excuse me.” I smile and start walking away but I hear him talk about how pleasant I seem.

I’m heading outside to get some fresh air when I see Colin walk in wearing a light gray suit and my mouth drops. He looks so much older. My body starts to hum just being this close to him. His eyes land on mine and images of him and me earlier today flies in and I need to tighten my thighs as I want round number two. I have ached all day but in a good way. It’s like a reminder where he has been.

“Sasha, what are you doing here?” he asks as he stands in front of me. I hate that he smells so good.

“I’m meeting the mystery man.” He nods in understanding and I see sadness in his eyes.

“I was going to come meet him with you.” I remember. “I’m meeting my father, so I’ll let you go.” Him just saying the last sentence breaks something inside me. I don’t want him to let me go. He starts walking to the hostess desk when I grab his hand and drag him down a corridor that leads to the bathrooms and I open the disabled toilets and push him inside, my lips landing on his.

He cups the back of my head as I place my hands on his shoulders. I push his body against the door and start rubbing myself against him like a cat in heat. I feel his erection press against me and I start unzipping him with fumbled fingers and once he’s free, I wrap my hand around him. He moans and his head falls back at the contact.

“I need you inside me,” I say breathlessly. His eyes go straight to mine.

“Are you not sore?” he asks, concern in his eyes, making me fall for him deeper.

“In a good way. Please, Colin. I need you.” He twirls me around so my back is to the door and he lifts one of my legs so it’s around his waist and I feel the head of his dick press against my entrance. He slowly starts entering me, filling me up.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groans.

“So fucking good.” My body arches. His lips caress my neck to the top of my breasts. Then with one quick motion, he thrusts quickly in me, causing me to scream in ecstasy. He slowly starts to glide out and enter back in. Teasing me. “I’m not made from glass. You won’t break me.” His eyes bore into mine, reading me. Then like a switch, he changes. He goes all caveman.

He thrusts hard and fast. Our bodies banging against the door. My hands are on his shoulders still as his fingers dig into my thighs. I’m begging for more and he soon flips me so my back is now to his front. He pulls my ass out a little and I feel his dick back at my entrance before he slides back in. Fuck… it feels deeper this way.