The sexual tension between us had been too much to bear.
In a single moment, everything about my relationship with my billionaire stepbrother changed. When James saw the IOU, when he heard my plan, something within him snapped. He crossed a line, committed acts that society would consider forbidden. I had found out firsthand what had made all those girls moan while we had shared a wall in high school.
I knew there was no going back. I never had thought of him as a brother, and now I never would.
Still, the jerk inside my stepbrother remained. When he sent me to his apartment to wait for him, I obeyed. Every moment that we spent apart, I touched my belly. I thought about our future together if I did become pregnant. And as he took me again and again, the same thought kept racing through my mind.
Would James accept me into his life, especially if I gave him the greatest gift of all... a baby?
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He gave me one last sweet kiss, biting my lower lip and leaving it smarting before breaking contact with me. “I thought about this for the rest of the day, Allie.”
I smiled up at him. I loved the way he said my name. “Really?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said. He walked over to his nightstand and opened a drawer. He pulled out a condom. “It was all I could think about during all of my meetings. You were a distraction.”
My heart seemed to sink into my stomach as I looked at that condom. Even though I thought I was pregnant, knew I was, I didn't want that stupid piece of latex anywhere near me. I had to salvage the situation. I propped myself up on one elbow and smiled at him confidently. “I think it's a little late for that, don't you think?”
He smiled over his shoulder at me like he couldn't believe his ears, then turned his body toward me. His cock was fully hard now, springing from his body. My mouth watered and my pussy quivered. “You think you can handle all of this, hard and unprotected?” That last bit was practically mocking me. Just like that, the old James was back.
I bit my lip and nodded.
He moved closer to me. “You haven't been able to get enough of this ever since you saw me get out of the shower, have you?”
My lip still firmly between my teeth, I smiled and shook my head no. This was the brother I remembered. This was the asshole that I grew up with, the one that I fantasized about every time I had been with another man.
He moved to the edge of the bed, still standing proudly in front of me. “Then feast your eyes.”
I sat up, then moved to laying on my stomach. “I'll do more than feast my eyes,” I said, as I opened my mouth and took him in.
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Previously in this series
In Part 1, I thought I was all grown up. Going to college in New York had changed me, and I thought I was no longer the awkward girl I had been in high school. However, James reminded me of what had made me so awkward. After I had seen him in the shower, he had made fun of me. Then, after I got drunk and a man tried to rape me, he rescued me. On top of being my hero, he had given me a fierce kiss. I couldn't let it go. I had to follow him to Boston, had to find out if he felt the same way about me as I felt about him. And he did...
Chapter One
I relaxed into the leather seats of the limo, knowing that I was encased in the lap of luxury. As I looked out the window, I noticed the remnants of snow lining the edges of the sidewalks and scattered across shadowy building fronts. It was cold outside, but warm inside the limo, and even warmer inside my body.
I didn't know if it was just my imagination, but I could still feel my stepbrother's warm semen pooled inside of me. I tingled at just the thought of James bending me over his office desk, spreading me open, and fucking me until he came. I closed my eyes and smiled.
But, the thought that made the most horny was the one that I had to keep a secret, even from him. I wasn't on birth control, and he hadn't been wearing a condom. I thought about his sperm swimming toward my eggs, hoping to find a fertile field to sow new life into. In my brain, I knew it was too early to even hope. The sperm couldn't even have met the egg yet if my high school biology class was correct, but somehow, I knew.
I knew I was pregnant.
Tessa would have laughed. She was my best friend, and she had called me baby crazy before, especially when I commented on how beautiful Audrey Lipman had become. The more I thought about it, the more I knew she was right. I wanted a baby. Audrey, the catty girl from my high school, had made my life miserable. However, once she had become pregnant, I couldn't help but notice how happy she looked, how full of life she seemed. And that big pregnant belly really suited her. I wanted one, and not just any pregnant belly. One with James.
I put my own hands on my stomach, looking down at the flat surface. In just a few months, I knew that my belly would be full of James' baby. I shook my head, trying to ignore the small voice of reason telling me that this was a bad idea. That I really should have thought this through better. But I wanted it. I wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything else my whole life. I wanted my belly to grow with James' and my child. I wondered how long I'd be able to conceal it from him. I wondered if I should.
I tried to replay the events that just happened in my head, to try and gauge whether or not he really wanted me as badly as I had wanted him. The sex had been so violent, so passionate, that my brain was fuzzy about the whole experience. One thing he said stood out to me, though:
“I've been waiting to claim this pussy for a long time.”
Even thinking about his deep voice saying those words sent another shiver through my body. He had wanted me for as long as I wanted him, I knew it. He just couldn't get away with it while we lived under the same roof, and had never had a chance since then. Society would frown on our relationship, but he didn't care. He wanted me.
Or did he? As a billionaire, his life was under a lot of journalistic scrutiny. He could decide that he couldn't handle being with me, no matter how badly he wanted it. I had always just been the unwanted, younger sister. I wasn't anything special. It wouldn't be that hard for him to turn his back on me yet again.
Stop it, I told myself. I knew I was just going to worry myself sick if I kept thinking like that. The fact that he had revealed how much he wanted me, and the fact that he had fucked me on his work desk, was supposed to make things simpler. I had hoped that it would quench the need I had for him, that it would satisfy the craving deep inside of me. Except, it hadn't. If anything, it seemed to make things more complicated.
I h
ad no idea how long the trip to his apartment was, so I decided to look at the email he sent me to see if I could figure out what he was thinking from that. I pulled out my phone and looked at the screen, squinting at the letters to try and discern something new.