Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother(21)

This wasn’t going to plan. I hadn’t expected chocolates and roses the first time I had sex with a guy, but I didn’t think it to be in the back seat of his car either. I couldn’t imagine anything more uncomfortable.

“Oh. Really?”

“What? That’s not good enough for you?” he shot back at me, irritation clear on his face. “My car’s the sweetest thing I own. Most girls love it.”

Most girls. That most certainly didn’t include me. My dress was tight fitting as it was, I couldn’t quite figure out how this would work. I stopped in my tracks, doubt filling my mind.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“My dress. It’s a bit awkward—” My hands smoothed down my thighs, over the cool silky fabric. Secretly I loved my dress and I didn’t want it ruined. It would probably be the first and last time I ever wore something like it.

Seth spun around and captured me around my waist, drawing me closer to him. He leaned in to kiss me, catching my mouth in his before I could object further.

“Trust me, I have a plan. The position I have in mind will only need minor adjustments,” he murmured at the corner of my mouth. “You do trust me, don’t you?” He chuckled as if the alternative was preposterous to even consider. He was THE Seth Matthews after all.

“Um—” Alarm bells were going off in my head. What the hell had I gotten myself into? This was certainly not anything like I had imagined my first time to be. Did Seth even care about me or was he only thinking with his dick and concerned about getting laid? I had no illusions that I’d be added to his score card. We were using one another after all and I was okay with that.

Until now.

Something about it just felt off.

Way off.

Damn.

I didn’t want emotions involved, but for some strange reason my gut twisted at the thought of what I was about to do. If I were a hopeless romantic, I’d want my first time to be earth shattering and with the man of my dreams.

Seth sucked on my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn’t think clearly while my hormones were running rampant through my body and turning my brain to mush. Seth was sex on legs and he knew how to use his body to turn me on. His breath was warm on my skin and I ignored the slight smell of alcohol lingering in the air.

“I bet your * is dripping for me, babe. I wanna slide inside you and f*ck you till you scream my name.” His voice was hoarse as he skimmed his lips over my throat.

Holy crap.

Desire unfurled and made my * throb. I’d never had a man talk dirty to me before. I wasn’t quite sure whether I liked it or not; but I closed my eyes and gave my body over.

I turned my head so he could have better access to my neck as he pressed me against the bonnet of his car. His erection throbbed against my stomach. At least I wasn’t the only one filled with lust. Because lust was all it was. Pure unbridled carnal lust in its most basic form. My heart beat faster, but only because of the adrenaline racing through my body. A pang of disappointment washed over me.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I’d planned this meticulously but then why was my heart feeling empty?

Don’t be a fool, Layla. Just go through with your plans. Feelings are for wimps and idiots and you are neither. You want this, right?

But a tiny part of me wanted to feel it, even though I didn’t know what it was. It was something intangible and impossible to describe. Euphoria? The dreamy state of intoxication that some of my friends had when they spoke about their guy flashed through my mind. Deep down, hidden in a place I didn’t even want to admit to myself, I wanted that.

Seth’s hand kneaded my breast while his mouth covered mine, kissing me with an urgency I’d never experienced before. Squeezing my eyes shut, I slid my arms around his neck and kissed him back, waiting, waiting for something to change inside me. For something more.

Nothing.

His tongue ran along my lips and pushed into my mouth. I let him in, hoping this would be the game changer. His tongue stroked mine while he pinched my nipple through the thin fabric of my dress. I moaned into his mouth to spur him on.

It worked. His hips rocked forward as he ground his hard cock into my stomach.

“Babe, get in the car. I wanna f*ck you.”

It’s happening. Finally.

“Over my dead f*cking body.” The booming voice was filled with rage.

My eyes flew open in time to see a hand on Seth’s shoulder.

“What the fu—” Seth yelled as he was pulled off me.

My gaze flew to his assailant. Grayson’s jaw was set in granite as he planted a fist into Seth’s stomach. Pain flickered over the younger man’s face before he doubled over.

“Grayson?”

Where did he come from?

The thunderous look on his face scared me. Grayson didn’t do violence. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I’d never believe that he was capable of hitting another person.

I blinked a few times before meeting his gaze.

“Go inside,” he commanded, his voice hoarse. His fists were still balled by his sides and his eyes glittered in the moonlight.

“But I—”

“Do not say another word. Just go.” Through thin lips his terse words were harsh in the silence. I couldn’t stand him being angry at me, but he had no business interfering in my life.