Seduced by Two Page 7

  Suddenly, Andrew stopped. He got to his knees behind me, and I heard a small ripping, papery sound. I pulled the makeshift blindfold off my head and craned my neck, looking at him. I watched as he slowly unrolled a condom onto his stunning erection, closing his eyes in pleasure. He met my eyes, and crawled closer between my legs, straddling my hips. I watched in fascination as he used his hand to push his cock closer and closer to me; and I felt something warm pressing firmly against my anus.

  In shock, I looked up at Andrew’s face. He was staring at me and grinning with raised eyebrows. I shook my head ‘no’ furiously, burying my face in the bedspread. His cock moved lower until it was pressing right against my pussy. There was a little bit of soreness, but I was desperate to have him filling me. He hesitated, and I furiously pushed my hips back, taking his full cock into me.

  I wriggled my hips to take him deeper. Andrew moaned and thrust all the way into me; I felt like my whole body was full with his cock. He roughly used his hands to spread my thighs back apart, grabbed my ass cheeks, and started pumping in and out of me, making the bed shake. With my legs spread, my clit was rubbing against the rough bedspread, and the combination of that and Andrew’s delicious cock was making me insane.

  As he fucked me, I felt tears of shame and humiliation and pleasure leak out of my eyes. I moved furiously in rhythm with his thrusts, relishing the feel of him pumping in and out of me. I felt his thumb slip between my cheeks, gently rubbing against my asshole. Shock flooded my body once again, but it felt so good. The thought of him rubbing me there was so embarrassing, but somehow, that just made it hotter. I blushed, trying to bury my face deeper in the mattress. Closing my eyes, I wriggled against him, making him thrust even harder and harder. His thumb pushed deeper inside of me, and I squirmed hard against the bedspread, my exposed clit throbbing and raw.

  Finally, Andrew thrust as hard as possible into me, pushing me into the mattress. The pressure exploded within my body; I closed my eyes and saw stars as my orgasm tore through me. Andrew stopped, and gently pulled his thumb away, taking a hold of my hips and sliding out. With some effort, I drew my legs closed and rolled over, panting hard. My body was soaked in sweat; I could feel my hair clinging to my forehead and the back of my neck. Between my legs felt numb and sore, but also tingly with pleasure.

  When it was over, we lay together, panting and shaking.

  “You’re incredible, Kristin,” Andrew whispered in my ear. “You’re the hottest little thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I blushed. “Do you think we were quiet enough?”

  Andrew smirked. “Who cares?”

  My blush deepened. “You should go,” I whispered. “I’ll be in so much trouble if Mom finds out you were here.”

  “Who cares?” Andrew whispered. He pulled me close, wrapping an arm around my sweaty body.

  “You’re going to go back to Boston and leave me,” I whispered. Some of the post-sex high was wearing off, and I was starting to feel sad again.

  Andrew hugged me and kissed the back of my neck. “Come with me,” he said, not even bothering to whisper.

  “What?” I rolled around, staring at him. “Are you serious?”

  Andrew sighed. He raked a hand through his dark hair. “Yes,” he said. “I am quite serious.”

  I blinked. “What…what does that mean?”

  “It means I love you, Kristin.”

  I stared at him. “Are you serious?”

  “Very.” Andrew kissed me gently, chastely. “I love you. You’re an incredible woman, and I want you to come and live with me and try to have a relationship. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

  I shivered at the intensity of his words.

  “What about Victor?”

  “Even if I hadn’t met you, I know that Victor and I couldn’t keep messing around,” Andrew said. “I’m getting to the point now where I need to be with one person, and that person is you.”

  Shock radiated through my body. “Are you serious?”

  Andrew chuckled. “I wish you’d stop asking me that,” he said.

  “I love you, too,” I whispered. “I think I always have. Ever since the first time I saw you.”

  Andrew nodded. He nuzzled my face tenderly before kissing me again. This time, I slipped my tongue between his lips, dancing in his mouth.

  “I love you,” I repeated, feeling a warm glow erupt in my body. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Andrew.”

  Andrew grinned. “Good,” he said. “Because that’s exactly what I want.”

  As Andrew and I drifted off to sleep, I gave no mind to what my mom and Dean would think. Sure, they’d be shocked and angry. But if they’d come around to Andrew after all this time, that meant that the same had to hold true for me. After all, I’d always been their good daughter. And nothing was really changing…I was just moving out, and dating my stepbrother. My perfect, sexy, amazing, rich stepbrother.

  This is a dream come true, I thought as I drifted off into a happy, sated sleep. And I’m going to make sure that the rest of my life is as wonderful as this moment.

  The last thing I heard before falling asleep was Andrew’s gentle whisper in my ear.

  “I love you, Kristin.”

  Purring happily, I stretched in his arms. “I love you,” I whispered softly. “I love you so much.”

  The end

  Cowboy Romance Series

  BOOK 1 : BILLIONAIRE COWBOY

  Celia shielded her eyes against the glaring Texan sun with the palm of her hand, this sun was going nowhere. She had just stepped off the train that had carried her from the Austin airport, and after a two-hour journey in a small cramped seat, she could feel her bones aching and her legs needing a stretch. How long would she have to wait here in the heat?

  Two stuffed-to the brim suitcases lay at her feet. She had packed everything she could, everything she would need, although she wasn’t quite sure what she might actually require. She had never been to Texas before, and definitely never to such a small town.

  Celia took in a deep breath and sighed. She had been standing there for over fifteen minutes now, and there was no sign of her ride.

  Her grandfather had written a letter to her a month ago. Initially she had smiled when she found the letter slipped under the door of her tenth-floor apartment in New York, by the postman. Who hand wrote letters anymore? Clearly her grandfather did. But when she eventually read the letter, the smile on her face had disappeared. He was sick, very sick, and he was her only remaining family. She had to be there for him in his hour of need, there was no other choice but that.

  So, Celia quit her job, not that it was much of a job. It was an internship at a fashion magazine, but it was also a stepping stone towards the actual job that she wanted. Sure, it would have taken time, a few months, maybe even a few years…but it would all be worth it. Now, quitting her job, moving to a small town in Texas to care for her grandfather was going to be a major setback. But what other choice did she have? She couldn’t simply allow her grandfather to wither away by himself.

  She had written back to him, probably her first handwritten letter in several years, telling him her plan. She would quit her job and move in with him to care for him, for as long as he needed. He was her only family, she had to do this for him and for the memory of her parents who had brought her up to care for those in need.

  The roar of an engine nearby distracted Celia from her thoughts and she whipped around to find a red battered truck making its way towards her, sending dust clouds up in the air in its trail. Her grandfather had mentioned a ride, but this wasn’t what she was expecting.

  The truck came to a sudden halt, right in front of her feet and Celia took a few steps back in surprise. It looked like an old dusty thing, with the red paint chipped in several places, the rearview mirror broken and dangling on the side. The engine made such a great sound that it was clear that it needed major maintenance.

  Celia still had her face shielded with her hand when t
he driver’s door creaked open and she saw the back of a man who jumped off the truck. She still didn’t know what to expect, was this definitely her ride?

  “Celia Ferro?” The man banged the door shut behind him and turned to look at her, placing his hands on the burning hot hood of the car engine. There was steam rising from it, it was so hot. But he didn’t seem to notice, he kept his hands on it.

  “Yes.” She replied, in a meek voice. She had obviously expected a stranger to pick her up, but not such a handsome one. This man was a cowboy through and through, the likes of which she had only ever seen in films or on TV. She hadn’t thought that people like him actually existed in real life.

  He was in a dark plaid shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. His jeans were dark too, with a wide boot cut at the bottoms. For shoes, he had ruddy dusty boots and a cowboy hat to shield his face against the sun. But the sun had definitely got to him, because his skin was darkened, and it glowed like bronze in the midday heat. His eyes were piercingly blue, and Celia dropped her gaze from his face when he looked at her, because his eyes nearly frightened her. He looked muscular and lean, like he worked outdoors all day. As hard as she tried to stop herself, she couldn’t help her mind from wandering and imagining what his bare torso would look like, underneath those clothes.

  “Do you have bags?” The man asked and she nodded her head.

  “They’re right here.” She said and pointed to her feet.

  He walked around the front of the truck silently, taking quick long steps and was by her side within seconds. She felt her muscles freeze from his closeness. She couldn’t remember the last time her body had reacted this way to the physical presence of someone else. Without a word, he picked up both the suitcases and tossed them into the open back of the van.

  Celia winced when she heard the thump of the bags as they fell. She didn’t want to imagine what the state of her perfume bottles and makeup cases were going to be inside them.

  “Get in.” She heard him say, and he walked back around to the driver’s side without waiting for a response from her. Celia gulped. How was she supposed to get in?

  She tried pulling at the passenger door, but it wouldn’t give. The man had already climbed back into his seat. He had his hands loosely placed on the steering wheel and was watching Celia struggling to get the door open. It was like he was enjoying her trying and failing and then trying again.

  She yanked and pulled, but the door wouldn’t budge; and the man wasn’t helping. She turned a sour face to him through the windshield, her lips quivering as she glared at him. What was wrong with him? She thought, but didn’t say anything. After she had glared at him for a good few moments, he leaned over and pushed the door open from his side. It slid open as smoothly as a knife through warm butter.

  Celia tried to haul herself up into the seat, as best she could. She wasn’t dressed for the occasion, she realized as she did this. Her pencil skirt clung tightly to her thighs as she tried to wriggle into the seat, her cheeks flushed and her neck burning red from embarrassment.

  He was following her every movement with keen watchful eyes, and when she turned to look at him, she realized that she hadn’t once seen him smile yet.

  “Thank you.” Celia said, as politely as she could, even though she didn’t exactly want to be polite to him, when he had been nothing other than rude to her.

  The man said nothing, but simply started the engine and the truck roared and came to life.

  Despite the fact that she was a little offended by this man’s coldness, she still couldn’t stop herself from admiring him. She couldn’t help but imagine what a big hit this man might be in the fashion industry; with his muscular physique and sharp jaw lines, he would look good in anything, and especially delicious in nothing.

  “So, you know my grandfather?” She said, trying to make conversation. He had been driving in silence for a few moments now and she was beginning to grow uncomfortable in his presence. She didn’t want to simply stare at him the whole way.

  “Yes.” He replied, keeping his eyes on the road. Celia realized that he had barely even looked at her. The hat remained on his head as he drove, and she noticed the clenching of the muscles on his long arms as he clutched the steering wheel.

  “I’ve never been to Texas before. I grew up in Chicago and recently moved to New York.” She continued, looking over at him, hoping for a reaction, for something.

  “I can see that.” He said in the same heavy emotionless voice he used to say everything else. Celia blushed again.

  “I’m sure I’ll get used to this, won’t I?” She added with a smile, but he wasn’t looking at her to notice that she was trying her best to be friendly, to please him.

  “No, you won’t.” He said, keeping his eyes on the road. Celia’s brows crossed. How dare he form opinions of her when he hadn’t even looked at her properly, when he barely knew her or anything about her life. She turned her face away from him, trying to control her displeasure as best as she could.

  Everywhere she looked, it was dusty and covered in sand. The trees were sparse and they had crossed very few houses. She couldn’t even imagine this much open space in the cities. It was unheard of. The warm sandy air lashed against her face when she turned her face to the windows. She shielded her eyes against it and allowed the harsh rays of the sun to warm her face some more. She’d show him. She’d show this man, what she was really made of.

  “What is your name?” She asked him, turning to him again.

  “Wilder.” He replied, without skipping a beat. Just when she was least expecting it, he turned to look at her. Their eyes met. His blue eyes looking straight into hers, deep into her soul, studying her face. He held her gaze for several seconds before he looked away and Celia licked her lips nervously. She wanted him. As much as she wanted to dislike this man, she couldn’t help but acknowledge the fact that she wanted him. She wanted his rough hands on her skin, his blue eyes to look into her face, his shoulders to engulf her tightly…

  “Why are you here?” He asked, interrupting her fantasies about him. Celia braved a look in his direction, although she was aware that her cheeks had turned red again. It was almost like he had caught her fantasizing about him, like he knew what she was thinking.

  “My grandfather.” She said, fumbling with her words a little. “He needs me. He’s sick.”

  Wilder looked away from her, and back to the road again.

  “Why now? I don’t remember you ever visiting him before.” He said.

  Celia’s brows crossed again. This man was relentless! He was passing one judgment after the other, with no reason. What on Earth did he have against her?

  “Because my parents never brought me here. Then I was busy with college and finding a job and…” The words came tumbling out of her, even though she knew that she owed this man no explanation whatsoever.

  “We’re here.” He said, cutting her off. He stopped the truck just as suddenly as he had started driving it. Celia’s body yanked against the seatbelt with a sudden pull from the motion of the truck. She nearly screamed from the fright. She decided right then that she wasn’t ever going to get into a car with this rude unkempt cowboy ever again. She couldn’t wait to get out.

  She hadn’t noticed where they had stopped till right now. Till she pushed hard against the passenger door to get it open. They were parked at the gate of what could only have been an enormous ranch.

  Wilder wasn’t helping her to get the door open. She struggled against it, panting now from the exertion and the anger she was feeling towards him.

  “How do you know my grandfather?” She asked, whipping around in her seat to look at him. Grateful that the journey was over and if luck would have it, she would never have to see this man ever again.

  “He works for me.” He said, with the first smirk forming on the side of his mouth, a smile that Celia knew could only mean disaster for her. “Welcome to my home.”

  Celia followed Wilder in silence, looking around her in awe. H
e was carrying both her bags with ease in front of her. None of this was making any sense. Why had he brought her to his home? Why did he drive an old rusty truck when he lived on a ranch like this?

  It was enormous, with a mansion that stood in the center of it, and even though Celia couldn’t see them, she could hear the cattle and the horses in the distance. This ranch had to be worth billions. And this man, Wilder, did not look or dress like a billionaire.

  They had reached the front steps of the mansion and Wilder lifted the suitcases as he led her into the house. He pushed the screen door open with his foot and then held it open, indicating to her to walk in. Celia did as she was told, entering the mansion with thoughtful steps. She didn’t know what to expect any more.

  The inside of the house looked impeccably decorated. It was big, open and airy and had beautiful lace curtains on the windows, bottle green carpeted floors and expensive looking art hanging from the walls. Wilder had followed her in, placing her bags by the front door where he stood.

  “Celia?” She heard her grandfather’s voice from somewhere inside the house. Then she saw him, on a wheelchair, sliding into the foyer from one of the rooms near the foot of the long winding staircase. When he came towards her, she didn’t initially recognize him, he looked so different. He was much more frail than she remembered, all his hair had turned white and his eyes looked watery and weak.

  “Grandpa!” She cried out and rushed towards him, falling to her knees in front of him. He used to visit her family home in Chicago once a year, every year for the first sixteen years of her life. She had a strong connection with him, waiting for him to visit month after month as a child. He used to take her camping, had taught her to fish and told her made-up stories every night when he tucked her into bed. In the past three years, she hadn’t had a chance to see him. Ever since her own parents passed away in a car accident, and his health started failing, he couldn’t visit her. Then she was caught up with college…and now this.