Home For The Holidays, Falling For Her Stepbrother

Tantalizing

Hunter POV

I went past her room on the pretext of seeing if she needed anything. I already knew that her father and my stepfather had gone past, but I tried to convince myself that it was the brotherly thing to do, that she was feeling overwhelmed to discover she had a father, that it had been a big day for her, and she would appreciate the gesture, no matter how small it was. It had nothing to do with wanting to lay eyes on her one last time before I went to sleep. I tried to convince myself, to no avail. Because as hard as I tried, I couldn’t get those eyes of hers out of my mind. Those big chocolate-brown eyes that seemed to stare right into you. She was irresistible and alluring.

Then I had seen what she was wearing to bed tonight, and I’d almost lost control. Short pajamas that left nothing to the imagination. I could see the fabric stretching across those generous breasts of hers, see the cleavage as the neckline dipped while she spoke to me. Those thighs that just begged to be wrapped around my waist as I plunged into her again and again. My mouth had salivated, and it was all I could do to maintain my composure, my heartbeat racing wildly as I tried not to stare too obviously at her body. She had no idea how sexy and cute she looked in that outfit. Designed to look innocent but tantalizing and seductive at the same time. It was pure torture, and she seemed oblivious to the effect it had on me.

She would look even better out of it, a voice inside my mind said wickedly.

I tried not to groan as I bid her goodnight, every part of me resisting the urge to go straight back into the bedroom and do something no brother should ever attempt to do with his sister. But she had just got here, she was vulnerable, and I would be an asshole to take advantage of that. It was not appropriate, but by god, I wish I wasn't as honorable right now as I was attempting to be. Just once, it would be nice not to be the good guy in all this. But I owed Lionel a lot, and Dana deserved better, I convinced myself. But why did that disgruntle me so much? Why did it peeve me to think that I couldn't have her? Or that I shouldn't have her?

“s**t” I cursed, heading into my room. “f**k” I groaned.

How was I supposed to be able to function when she was going to be staying here? I had managed to keep my attraction to her to myself, but if I let it slip, even just a little in front of Lionel, the old man was bound to murder me in my sleep. He gave me a lot of leeway when it came to certain things, but I suspected it would not include sleeping with his daughter. Not when he had just found her.

“If Lionel even suspected an ounce of what I felt towards her, he’d chop off my balls and feed them to a shark” I muttered under my breath.

I had no doubts about that. The old man was protective of those he loved and Dana definitely fit under that category now.

I couldn’t get the picture of her in those pajamas out of my mind though. They had clung firmly to her thighs and her ass, causing me to have a reaction down below that I had done my best to hide from her. It seemed like all I had to do was see her a certain way and my shaft immediately stood at attention. I began to haphazardly strip off my clothes, picking them up and throwing them into the hamper, before making my way into the bathroom adjoining my bedroom and turning the shower on.

I stepped beneath the warm water, allowing it to cascade over my shoulders. I lifted my face, letting the water wash away the dirt and grime, my body began to relax, although a certain part of my anatomy refused to go limp. My hand slowly moved towards it, gripping it firmly around the shaft as I felt a jolt of what felt like electricity course through me. I closed my eyes, picturing Dana in my mind’s eye, those luscious pink lips of hers wrapped around my c**k, her big doe-like eyes staring up at me, her head slowly moving back and forth as she sucked. I groaned out loud, my hand beginning to move along my shaft, jerking it up and down as I continued to imagine her, the way she would tease me with her tongue, her mouth wide open as she took me in her mouth, the look of concentration on her face as she deep throated me. I could practically feel her mouth around me. I could feel my body tensing as my hand began to move up and down, increasing the pressure and the rhythm of the strokes, Dana still in my mind, my eyes remaining closed. I pictured her swallowing my seed, every last drop of it, licking her lips, and smiling at me. It was enough to send me over the edge. I thrust into my hand a few more times, my body stiffening, and then I ejaculated into the shower, groaning loudly, feeling my body shuddering from the intense orgasm. It was one of the most intense ones I'd had in a long, long time.

“f**k” I whispered, grabbing a washcloth and beginning to clean myself up.

It had been a long time since I had felt the need to masturbate, particularly over a woman. I felt like a randy teenager, instead of a fully grown adult male. But there was something about Dana. I didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was her vulnerability, her innocence. Maybe it was her kindness that set her apart from the rest of the women I normally went for. Or maybe it was that gorgeous body that put others to shame. I longed to be able to touch her, to stroke the mound between her legs, to hear the soft whimpering cries as I taught her indescribable pleasure.

“Get a grip Hunter” I hissed, turning off the shower and grabbing a towel to wrap awkwardly around myself “That girl is too good for the likes of you” I growled.

It was true. Somebody like Dana was too good for the likes of me. I would only break her heart or hurt her in the end. She deserved somebody who could give her the type of life she was going for, the type of life she wanted. She was the kind of girl who would want to settle down, to have a family. I didn’t know if I was ready for that yet. I didn’t know if I would ever want children. I didn’t know what I wanted, period. I still had to decide. Dana needed somebody who got her, who would go to the ends of the earth for her. She wasn’t just a nobody now either. I reminded myself, padding into the bedroom, she was now a wealthy heiress in her own right. She would have options and men from all sorts of backgrounds declaring that they wanted her.

The notion did not sit right with me. In fact, I felt downright angry at the thought of another man touching her. The fact that some may try to get with her, or even lie about who they were, caused me to feel heated. Dana would need protection, I thought, sinking onto the bed and considering it, she would need somebody to check into people’s backgrounds and make sure they were telling the truth. She would need somebody to look out for her best interests and make sure she wasn’t being taken for a ride. I would have to speak to Lionel and ensure that I could remain here, in order to keep a closer eye on her instead of spending so much time at the company. If something happened to Dana, because she was so trusting, I would never be able to forgive myself.

Is it really Dana that you’re trying to protect, or yourself, a voice asked knowingly as I began to climb into bed, ripping the towel off and climbing under the cover nude. Because for a stepbrother, you’re beginning to show quite an interest in your stepsister. Maybe you should let Lionel handle security detail for her? Somebody else could keep an eye on her.

No way in hell I snarled back at the voice, I’m the best man for the job. Dana won’t have anything to worry about so long as she remains with me. I can protect her from those who are trying to take advantage of her.

But who is going to protect her from you? The voice asked, and I frowned, unable to form an answer.

Why would Dana need protection from me? It was only natural that, as her stepbrother, I would want to protect her, right? If that’s what you want to call it. I think you’re jealous that she may find another potential suitor, and this is your way of making sure she can’t.

I wanted to deny it, but the words stuck in my throat. I laid my head on the pillow and ignored the ever-increasing voice in my head as I pointedly went to sleep. But my dreams were filled with pictures of Dana and my night was restless, my body continuing to respond to her in ways it never had for any other woman before.