Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother(55)

Panic flooded my brain. What the f*ck would I do if this tore us apart?

Would Layla even want me the way I wanted her? I’d been the one taking her—first her virginity, then f*cking her every chance I got. It was all on me. Does she want a forever with me? I stood to lose the one thing I didn’t want to live without.

Big green eyes stared into mine. Her voice hitched. “You have no idea how much I loved being here with you, Grayson. You have given me the best days of my life. I’ll never forget them.”

Why the f*ck did that sound like goodbye?





24: Layla


Why had Grayson gone all quiet all of a sudden? I wanted to shout out that I loved him. I could hardly keep the words buried inside any longer. I wanted him and the rest of the universe to know just how f*cking much I was in love with my stepbrother.

If only he reciprocated my feelings. The things he’d said and done over the last few days raced around in my head, making me giddy with love and lust The way he f*cked me, the way he looked into my eyes, the way we connected on a level that went deeper than anything I’d ever known—surely I couldn’t be reading him wrong?

Deep in my heart I was yearning for him to say the words, to tell me that he needed me as much as I needed him. Just the thought of leaving him behind for a couple of days caused my chest to tighten and my heart to ache so damn much I couldn’t stand it.

But not once had he told me that he loved me, not the way I wanted him too, anyway. He loved my *, loved being inside me, loved doing things to and with me, that he’d told me enough times to make me believe him.

Maybe love had nothing to do with it.

Maybe my stepbrother was just in lust not in love with me.

My throat threatened to close on me as a wave of emotion washed over me.

“Lala, you’re going back only a day earlier and I’ll be back in Sydney the day before Dad’s party. We’re all good, right?”

Grayson’s question surprised me. We were both still coming down from our amazing orgasms, our chests heaving as we fought for breath.

“Of course we are. Why wouldn’t we be?”

The deep frown marring his beautiful face scared me.

“I don’t know. Just something about the way you said that.”

I sucked in a breath. “Oh?”

He leaned over and rested his forehead against mine. His voice was low and hoarse as he spoke. “I’m going to make this work for us. This is not the end, it’s just bye for now . . . until I get things sorted out.”

My heart was beating at a million miles per hour as he gently traced a finger down my cheek and across my jawline.

“Oh, Grayson,” I sighed, already knowing how heavily the odds were stacked against us. If Milton wouldn’t let his son change the career path he’d chosen for him, the chances of getting Milton’s blessing our relationship was zero to none.

His lips brushed over mine. As rough as he’d been while f*cking me a moment ago, he was gentle and tender now.

“Believe it, Lala.”

“I want to,” I breathed. “So badly, you have no idea.”

He chuckled softly. “Oh I think you’ve shown me how badly. You nearly strangled me with your thighs.”

I buried my face in his chest to hide my embarrassment. When it came to Grayson I couldn’t stop myself getting carried away. He brought out something in me that was normally dormant. I was logical and rational—until his magnificent cock came out to play.

“I can’t help it. I love your mouth . . . and your cock,” I mumbled against his skin as my temperature started to rise.

“Jesus, baby, that dirty little mouth of yours . . . I’m going to miss the f*ck out of you.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. If it were for any reason other than Carmen, I wouldn’t let you go.”

Expelling a long slow breath, I nuzzled his neck. I loved when he said that because I felt the same way. Other than an emergency, I never wanted to be far away from Grayson ever again.

“We need to leave for the airport soon. You know what the traffic is like. Let’s get something to eat after I pack,” I said as brightly as I could without sounding fake.

With my throat burning and tears threatening to spill at any moment, I turned away to get my shit packed.

Keep it together, Layla.

I had a lot to be grateful for and I refused to spoil our last few hours together.





25: Layla


Grayson dropped me at the airport with a completely different mindset and expression on his face than the one he wore when he picked me up.

I had already checked in my luggage and now it was time to say our goodbyes. During the long and silent drive to Heathrow I kept telling myself that I wasn’t going to cry, but I simply couldn’t hold back my tears. Standing in front of the final gate that I had to go through alone, I buried my face in Grayson’s neck and allowed my sobs to erupt from me.

My throat burned with the words that I still couldn’t say. I wanted so much to tell Grayson how I felt about him.

How much he meant to me.

How much I loved him.

How much I never wanted to be apart from him.

“Lala, please don’t cry. I can handle almost anything but you crying breaks my f*cking heart.” He cradled me in his arms, soothing me by rubbing large circles on my back.