Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother(29)

I kissed her ear and then her neck.

“Layla, I want you so bad,” I said, unable to keep my wicked thoughts to myself.

She turned to face me, slipping her arms around my neck and pulling me close to her chest. She smelled so good that I breathed her in. I rested my head between her breasts for a long moment, my eyes closed, just drinking in the sensation of peace and love surrounding us.

“I want you too,” she said simply as she presented her lips for a kiss. I kissed her deeply and even her morning breath was sweet. I worried that I still tasted like the scotch I’d overconsumed, but it didn’t seem to bother her. She kissed me with so much gusto that it set me alight and all I could think about was her.

“God, you’re sexy,” I groaned as I pushed her hair back off her face. Her eyes pulled me in and it felt like I could see right into her soul. I wanted to drown in her beauty. I kissed both eyelids, then her nose, her lips and then worked my way down her body. I wanted to map every inch of her with my mouth.

Sliding down, I sucked a plump nipple into my mouth. My tongue flicked and my teeth grazed the sensitive bud until she groaned.

“Good girl.” I smiled against her skin. I loved hearing her appreciation of what I was doing to her. It turned me on knowing she was taking pleasure from my actions.

My hand drifted back to her slick *, testing her wetness. Jesus, she didn’t disappoint. Her legs parted without me asking, giving me access to her core. One finger slipped inside. Not wanting to hurt my girl, I waited for her reaction.

“Like that, baby?”

She curved her back, bucking her hips to get closer. “Hmmm, yes. More please.”

God, she was so responsive. It drove me f*cking crazy. Two fingers f*cked her slowly, stretching her for my cock. I wanted her to feel nothing but pleasure this time.

I sucked and lapped at her tits as I kept stroking her *. My balls wanted to burst and my cock was desperate to slam into her, but I knew I had to go slowly. I settled myself between her legs, running my hard cock along the length of her *, mixing our juices to lubricate us both.

“Ready, baby?”

Her legs clamped around my waist and she pulled me closer to her.

“Yeah. Oh yeah,” she sighed dreamily, “so ready.”

I found her hands and laced my fingers with hers again. I’d never done this before with another woman, yet I wanted that strong connection with Layla while we f*cked. She squeezed my hands, letting me know it was significant for her too.

My dick inched its way inside her slowly, gently. She felt so damn good. Warm and slick. Perfect for my cock.

I stared into her eyes. “Hi.”

The corners of her mouth turned up into a shy smile. “Hi.”

Slowly I built up speed, built up pressure. My eyes wanted to roll back in my head from the feel of her, but I forced them to stay open. I wanted to see her face when she came.

For a spilt second a cloud glazed over her eyes. Something made her sad. But it was gone as fast as it had come and left me wondering if I’d imagined it. I loved taking it slow with her, worshipping her body with mine, feeling her beneath me and responding to my movements, matching me stroke for stroke.

“Grayson, I’m so close. Your . . . um, your cock . . . it feels so good inside me.” Her cheeks warmed, yet she didn’t look away. It was sexy as f*ck.

“Come for me, baby. Grip my cock with your *. I want to feel you clench around me.”

Sweet little Layla loved my dirty talk. Her pupils dilated until her eyes were almost completely black.

“Oh God,” she cried. “Grayson!” Her * swallowed me up to the balls and I felt her tighten as her orgasm ripped through her.

That was all I needed to come hard inside her.

This woman. She was everything I had dreamed of and more.

She was my heart’s desire.





4: Layla


Still naked, I wrapped a towel around my body before I snuck out of Grayson’s room and back to my own. The rest of the household were bound to wake up soon, so I tiptoed quietly across the hallway, holding my breath until I reached my bedroom.

A few moments later, I pushed the door closed and leaned against it, smiling when my gaze fell on the blood stained sheets.

Thank God I said no to Seth. He was mad as hell that I’d turned him down, but I had to follow my gut instinct. No amount of explaining on his part could make me feel better about what he’d planned. Even after he’d asked me to be his girlfriend, I couldn't help but wondered if it was because he thought that was the ticket to getting inside my panties.

I was going to give it all to him, even without being his girlfriend. Seth was the one who screwed it all up with the stupid bet. Although I was initially angry with Grayson for spoiling my plans, it was the best thing that could have happened to me.

It couldn’t have worked out any better.

But what now?

There was no way this could work in real life. We couldn’t sneak around f*cking one another under our parents’ roof for the rest of our lives.

The irony wasn’t lost on me. I’d always wanted an older brother like Sloane had. So when Mum told me she was marrying her boss and I would be getting one, I was more than pleased even though he would spend most of his time away in London. Now he was about to graduate and would be moving closer to home and I had to admit nothing could have made me happier. As much as I loved Taylor, I’d missed spending time with Grayson. He made me laugh and he stimulated my mind—he was exactly the kind of guy I wanted to marry one day.