Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother(2)
“Fuck, Grayson. I’ve got to run. But this discussion is far from over.” My father seldom cursed, so I knew he was equally as frustrated as I was.
I wished I could do what he wanted. I loved the man and I did want to please him. But there was a part of me that just couldn’t give in to his demands and sacrifice my own dreams. Because, as much as I’d inherited my father’s stubborn streak, I’d also inherited my mother’s tenacity.
Persistence was my middle name.
2: Grayson
Two Weeks Later.
Sydney, Australia.
Something stirred in the dark. I scrunched my face at the intrusion.
Who could be up at this hour?
My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I recognized the curvy female frame instantly.
What was she doing here after midnight?
This was an unexpected treat.
The taxi had dropped me at my father’s mansion only fifteen minutes ago, and since it was late and I presumed everyone was sleeping, I came to sit in the back garden before letting myself into the house. The flight home to Sydney had been long, and I craved fresh air.
Intrigued, I nestled further back into the cushions and into the enveloping darkness of the lush garden so that I wouldn’t be spotted. She wouldn’t be expecting me, so as long as I was quiet, she’d be unaware I was watching her. I’d missed her more than I cared to admit. Of all the people in the world, she was the one who grounded me, who made me feel at peace.
Should I let her know I’m here?
No. I wanted to watch. I wanted to see what she was going to do next. It was selfish. Even a bit stalkerish. But my gaze was glued to her silhouette as she stood by the water’s edge with her arms raised above her head as if she was trying to catch the stars.
Mesmerized, I watched as she pulled her nightgown over her head and threw it to the ground. Standing naked by the glistening water with her body perfectly outlined by the three quarter moon, I’d never seen anything more beautiful.
“Lala,” I whispered under my breath, careful not to alarm her. It was too late to make my presence known without embarrassing the both of us. She’d die if she knew I’d seen her naked.
I soaked up every detail of her beautiful body and committed it to my memory, it was a sight I’d never forget. Her long hair tumbled down her back and over one shoulder. My gaze traveled Hongrily up the curves of her luscious body, from her dainty feet up her calves and thighs, until it lingered on her bottom. She had the ass of Venus—full, pert and round. Perfect.
I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.
As the cool night breeze hit her nipples, they hardened. Her breasts were heavy and sensual. Just enough for a handful.
My dick stiffened.
If I were a sculptor, hers would be the body I’d carve into the likeness of my ideal woman. Curvaceous. Soft. Womanly.
Slowly I sucked in a breath, careful not to make a sound in the stillness of the night.
Breathe, Grayson, breathe.
Layla stretched her arms in front of her and dived into the water with a grace she didn’t normally display. Seconds later her head bobbed up from under the water and she swam several lengths of the pool, her arms and legs propelling her through the water, her long hair surrounding her face as it flowed around her. The blue glow reflecting from the pool accentuated her curves and her nakedness as she moved through the water.
I’d never seen anything more sensuous. If mermaids existed, Layla must’ve been one in a past life. She swam a few more lengths, able to keep her breath under water for several minutes at a time. I found myself holding mine every time she went under, my lungs burning until she finally surfaced.
Pushing my dick down with my palm, willing it to settle down, I fought my inner desire. It was wrong to be aroused like this, yet my cock had a mind of its own.
It was natural for a man to be stimulated by the sight of a beautiful naked body. Men had been wired like that for centuries. It was how our species survived. As a medical student about to qualify, I knew that on an intellectual level.
Yet it wasn’t the primal instinct of my body I was worrying about. It was the way my heart twisted when I looked at her beautiful face, turned up to the moonlight when she came up for air, that disturbed me most.
That and the urge I had to touch her. Hold her in my arms. Kiss her lips.
Make her mine.
Why?
I had no f*cking idea.
3: Layla
I’d always been lucky.
Unlike a few of my school friends who had stepfamilies they didn’t get along with, I was one of the fortunate ones. Not only did I adore my stepdad, Milton Forbes, I actually liked and got along with both of my stepsiblings.
From my desk, I peered over the computer screen to where my stepsister had sprawled herself out on my double bed. After breakfast and still in her pajamas, she’d come to my room to hang out. I just smiled and indulged her, happy to have her companionship. As long as she didn’t divert my attention too often, I’d never shut her out.
Taylor was a gorgeous sixteen year old going on twenty-one. She was beautiful with a heart shaped face and golden blonde hair. Her long limbs moved gracefully as her feet danced in the air to the rhythm of the music she was listening to on her iPod. Lying on her stomach and flipping through a magazine, she was in her own little bubble. She hummed a tune softly, completely absorbed by what she was doing.