BASTARD: A Stepbrother Romance (These Wicked Games Book 1) Page 8

  “But you do need to hurry, it’s boarding now.”

  “Thank you!” I say.

  “Is that all the luggage you have?” She points at my purse.

  “Yeah. I don’t need it weighed.”

  She laughs. “You shouldn’t have any problem getting it on board.”

  I dash off, then stop, looking at my ticket. I call back, “Which way?”

  She points and gives me brief directions, and I run.

  Security is super easy to get through, even though the woman gives me a strange look that lasts the entire time I’m going through the business of being proven innocent of carrying a bomb. “This it?” she asks, holding up my purse.

  I nod. “All my stuff’s checked.” Then I wonder why I lied. Then I worry about my lie.

  “Mm hmm,” she says. She continues staring at me.

  Sweat pricks my forehead.

  She stares some more. Then shakes her head. “All right, go on.” She hands me my purse and phone. “You’re gonna miss the flight. It just had last call.”

  “What? Oh no.”

  “Don’t worry shorty, just run, you’ll make it.” She cackles; I run.

  “Last call for flight number seven-seven,” I hear over the loudspeaker, a split second after I see a man say it into a phone at the desk in the terminal ahead of me. Lying bitch, I think.

  Still, my heart soars. I made it. I fucking made it. Fuck you world, I—

  I trip.

  My nose slams into the floor, and I hear an unpleasant sound.

  Luckily I’m too unconscious to feel any pain.

  Chapter 27

  “Miss? Miss?”

  Someone is sitting me up.

  Then they’re trying to kill me, or kidnap me. A chloroformed rag goes to my nose.

  I flail.

  “Calm down, you’re making it worse.”

  I open my eyes and focus on the man who’s trying to kidnap me.

  I frown when I see it’s a woman. I frown deeper when I see a badge. Maybe he’s—she’s—arresting me. But for what?

  I wasn’t trying to smuggle anything. Maybe my lack of lug—

  “Shit!” I cry, pushing him—her—away. “My flight!”

  “Miss, you need to come with me. Your mo—your parents are distraught.”

  I look around wildly, getting to my feet. I spot a pool of blood on the floor, but my brain disregards it, since it couldn’t possibly be relevant. Or mine.

  There. The attendant is still there. Thank God. I wasn’t out long.

  I run. I hear badge-woman calling after me, but I ignore her. I realize my arms are empty, but don’t give a single shit.

  I reach the man before he can go anywhere. “You have to let me on that plane!”

  He already was watching me approach, and now his eyes rise up to meet mine. Then he flinches. “What happened to you?”

  I point at the door. “Plane. Now.”

  “I’m sorry, I—”

  “No!” I interrupt. “I’m getting on that plane. If you don’t open that door, I will.”

  “I hope you can run fast then.”

  “What?”

  He gestures over his shoulder with his thumb. “That’s it there.”

  I look out the huge pane windows, and see a plane taxiing to the runway.

  “No, that can’t be it.”

  He points to the screen above and behind him.

  I look. Number 77 stares at me. Taunting me.

  Seven, more like 13. Or zero.

  I stare at it, and wonder if Cade is looking out his window even now. He’s leaving me again, but this time, it’s my fault. “I have to get on it,” I say quietly, deflating.

  “I’m sorry. They’ll be another one in the morning.” He glances at his computer. “It’s only about six hours. You can catch that.”

  I look over my shoulder, and see the cop approaching, not bothering to run, holding my purse in one hand. She must have known all along. Known I couldn’t make it, known there was no reason to rush. Known that she had me. That I was caught.

  That I was trapped.

  “I don’t think I can.”

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  “I don’t want to,” I say, looking at the barely-there outfit.

  “Come on, Sis, do it for us,” Caleb says, wearing an identical expression as Lucas. Literally identical, seeing as how they’re twins.

  “It’s just for a few hours,” Lucas puts in.

  I look at my stepbrothers, then down to the dress. “Are you fucking kidding?”

  “You shouldn’t swear,” Caleb says with a grin.

  I grunt. “No way, it’s too small! So embarrassing.” I pick it up from the table and hold it in front of me. “Oh my God! It’s see through?”

  “No, it just lets light pass. Once you put it on, it will be opaque.”

  “Opaque?” Caleb asks.

  Lucas looks at his brother. “How do you keep forgetting this? That’s the one that doesn’t—”

  “Right.” Caleb nods.

  I watch as a grin spreads across his face. Fuck, he’s handsome. I return my attention to the dress. “I don’t know.” I rub the material between my fingers. “Why’s it so thin? You’ll be able to see my bra.”

  My stepbrothers exchange a glance.

  “Oh no,” I say, knowing what they’re thinking. I may not be their twin, but I’ve lived with them for the past ten years, and that’s plenty of time for me to know their little looks they give one another. “I am not wearing a bra.”

  “Great.”

  I shake my head. “No, I mean, not not wearing a bra.”

  “That’s a double negative.”

  Lucas takes me by the shoulders, then takes my chin in his hand and makes me look at him. He hunches down to my level. “Please, Amber? For us? This is really important. You know how important.”

  I sigh. “I know how important.”

  Caleb gets closer too, putting his hand on my upper arm. My heart skips a beat, and it’s getting hard to breathe. “Come on, Amber. For us? We’d be forever grateful.”

  “We’ll do anything you want,” Lucas adds.

  If only that were true, I’d do this in a heartbeat. Shit, I’d go completely naked if that were true. Because what I want, more than anything in the world, is something I can’t have. Something I’ll never have. What I want, is them. My stepbrothers. Together.

  Lucas brushes my hair back like he’s done for as long as I can remember, and kisses my forehead. Then he takes my cheeks in his hand. “What do you say?

  “God I hate you two.”

  Caleb lets out a cheer of victory.

  A broad smile spreads across Lucas’s face. “Thank you.” He kisses me all over my face. But what lingers, what I know I’ll feel for days, think about for nights, is the kiss on my lips. The feeling of his on mine. He’s never kissed me there before. I’ve never even touched his lips. I’ve touched Caleb’s, once, when they were chapped and I offered to put on Carmex for him.

  He resisted—our parents had just gotten together and he probably didn’t want a strange little kid’s fingers all over his lips—but I persisted, and he finally gave in.

  But this, this is different.

  I feel sweat forming in all the areas it does when nervous or excited, both of which I am.

  “You can change behind there.” Lucas points at a divider. I wonder if it was set there for just this purpose. Wouldn’t surprise me. We’re in the backroom of a convention hall. They’ve rented part of it to showcase their new vehicle. It’s a marvel of engineering, or so the press release says, and is able to fly, float on water, and drive—pilot and driver-less, if needed—all with using only solar power. Well, that’s the idea at least. The pr
ototype still isn’t there yet. But it can fly, which to me is all that’s needed to be totally awesome. They haven’t let me drive it yet, something about insurance, but I have gone for a ride in it, and it’s amazing.

  Driving down the 15 freeway, then suddenly taking to the air—holy fucking shit, the best feeling ever. The best I’ve experienced, anyway. I can think of one that would be better.

  I look to my brothers. Stepbrothers. We share no blood. As I’ve reminded myself on numerous lonely nights with my electric friend. “You want me to change here?”

  Caleb gently punches my shoulder. “Don’t worry Sis, we won’t peek.”

  I bite my lip.

  Lucas crosses his heart. “Promise. We’re not kids anymore.”

  If only they knew. It’s not peeking I’m worried about. I wouldn’t mind that one bit. I never have. The only thing that worries me is what they’ll think of me. It’s why I wanted to wear a bra. My tits are so small, especially for my weight, and the last girlfriend they had had such huge ones. I worry they won’t lust after me. That they’ll still see me as their kid sister. But I’m not a kid anymore. I’m not even a teenager. In fact, in two more days, I’ll be old enough to drink. Legally. I’ve been illegally old enough to drink since I was fourteen.

  And yes, their girlfriend. Lucky bitch. They’d shared her. And tortured me by talking about it with their friends one drunk night while we all watched movies. How much she loved it with two of them.

  Luckily I’d had a blanket, and we were watching in our home theater with the lights off: They couldn’t see me touch myself. Couldn’t see my underwear was pulled down to my knees.

  When I orgasmed, Caleb on one side, Lucas on the other, Caleb asked, “What kind of sneeze was that?”

  “The good kind,” I responded when I could.

  He raised an eyebrow at me, then went back to watching the movie and popping popcorn into his mouth.

  Now, I hold the dress up to the light again, look over my shoulder at the thin divider. My heart still pounds. I’m excited. In my pants.

  I slowly nod. “Fine.” I look at the divider again. “No peeking,” I add, then curse myself. Why the hell would I say something like that?

  “We’ll wait outside.”

  “No!” I say too quickly.

  Both of them turn back to me, giving me identical raised eyebrows.

  Why do they have to be so sexy? Why couldn’t I get dorky, timid-but-sweet older stepbrothers? “I don’t want to be in here alone and naked.” I say it so fast I sound like a teenager again. “Just stay with me.”

  They both cross their arms, puffing out their chests.

  “Want us to guard you,” Lucas says. He nods.

  “We’ve got this,” Caleb agrees.

  “Come on, young lady,” Lucas says, taking one arm as Caleb takes my other. “We’ll keep you safe.”

  “I know,” I say quietly.

  They lead me to the divider, and I can’t help it, I start laughing with how serious they are.

  “We’ll be right here if you need anything.”

  “And we’ll make sure no one comes in.”

  “Thanks,” I say, and go behind the divider. Through it, I can faintly see their outlines. I hope they can see mine.

  I slowly strip out of my shirt and bra, the cool air instantly hardening my nipples. Or maybe it’s my hot thoughts.

  I pull my jeans and panties down to my ankles, then bend over to undo my heels.

  But I can’t keep my balance, and if I brace myself on the divider, it will fall over.

  How embarrassing would that be…

  I stare off, through the divider, imagining it. Imagining my two stepbrothers having to help me up, topless and pants around my ankles, everything showing, no chance of hiding it. They’d be forced to look. Forced to touch my naked skin.

  My heart thuds again and my exposed pussy gets wet. I reach down and touch it.

  Then I reach out, press against the divider, and rest my weight on it.

  I fall.

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