Selena Kitt - Hayden (Stepbrother Studs) Read online

  I’d even managed to catch Chloe’s chin with my shoe the last time I’m tumbled.

  “Got a new boyfriend?” she asked, a hand fisted on her hip. “You need to keep your head in the game, Kelly, or I’ll let your ass drop.”

  I blew out a breath that filled my cheeks and gave her a nod. She was right. I’d worked hard to be a part of the squad. And this wasn’t a hard stunt.

  We moved into position when she blew her whistle. I fell backward into two girls’ arms. They bounced me up to a sit—I found their hands with my shoe and shot upward, straightening. When I balanced on one foot, I began to raise me other leg to the side to form half of the pyramid with the girl beside me, our actions mirroring each other’s, but the moment I lifted my leg, I heard a shout from down the field. I turned my head, lost my balance, and began to fall. This time, no arms waited to catch me and break my fall.

  I landed on the turf on my ass, the wind knocked out of me.

  “Tomorrow, if you don’t nail it at the game, I swear I’ll pull you.” Chloe stepped in front of me, her toe tapping.

  The other girls gave me sad shakes of their heads and wandered off. I rose slowly, rubbing my butt and wincing.

  A figure broke away from the team’s bench. Hayden trotted toward me, his helmet under his arm. It was the first time we’d be alone since “the incident,” and panic filled my chest. I pasted on a smile as he came to a halt in front of me.

  “Saw what happened.” He frowned. “They dropped you. What the fuck was that all about?”

  “I deserved it. I couldn’t keep my balance.” A shout sounded from down the field.

  “Hang around.” His eyebrows drew into a darker frown. “We’re almost done with practice.”

  I lifted a shoulder, ready to give him an “I have to study” excuse, but he pressed a finger against my lips.

  “Wait for me.” Then just as quickly as he’d arrived, he hurried away.

  I strode to the bleachers and sat, then watched as the coach gathered the players around him. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but at the end, the team stacked hands in the center of the circle then gave their cheer. The moment they began to drift away, Hayden jogged toward me.

  “You need help?” He sat next to me on the bench, not looking at me.

  “Help?” I repeated, then blushed, because my mind went straight to the kind of help I’d given him the last time we’d been together.

  “Yeah, practicing your balance.”

  “Don’t worry about it. Tomorrow night when everyone’s watching, I won’t miss. Besides, I’d need two—”

  “Think I’m not strong enough to hold you up on my own?”

  “You seem to have made a quick recovery.” I glanced sideways at his thigh.

  “No changing the subject. Come on home with me. We’ll practice in my back yard. No one will see.” He bumped his shoulder against mine. “Let me help. It’s the least I can do.”

  Part of me was relieved he didn’t mention what form my help had taken. Perversely, part of me was a bit irked he didn’t acknowledge the extra mile I’d gone.

  “Get your stuff.” He stood. “I’ll order pizza. We’ll make it a night. I have Vampire Diaries taped...”

  Mention of my favorite show didn’t tempt me. We’ll make it a night. Again, my imagination took me down an entirely different road from the one Hayden no doubt meant. He didn’t have a problem with what I’d done. Hell, he’d forgotten all about it.

  “Get your stuff,” he repeated, and then held out his hand to help me up. And if he held it just a little too long, it didn’t mean a thing.

  I entered through the privacy fence gate to find him waiting for me. He’d showered. So had I. He was wearing sweatpants and school tee. I wore a cheerleader skirt and tight top. What I wasn’t wearing, well, I wouldn’t let myself be nervous about this. The fact he’d chosen to ignore what had happened, even though I had originally thought it might be best, angered me.

  His eyes met mine, and he gave me a smile. There was a shadow in his gaze, a hint that he was forcing himself to be cheerful. Maybe he was a little nervous about being alone with me again, too?

  “So, what do I do?” he asked.

  “You’ll need to do a half squat and hold out your hand to help me climb your thigh. When I’m up, cup your hands, and I’ll place one foot there, and you can hold me while I balance and lift my leg for the pose. After that, lower me and I’ll dismount. You’ve watched the routines.”

  “Ready when you are.” He gave a nod, bent his knees, and patted his thigh.

  Taking a deep breath, I stepped up, planted my foot and waited as he raised me. Then I angled my body, lifting up my leg.

  I heard his breath catch and smiled. I didn’t wobble, held the pose for ten long seconds, then bent my knee and leapt from his cradled hands. On the ground, I rose from my crouch and looked up.

  “You forget something, little sister?” His dark eyebrows were lowered.

  “Nope. Don’t think I did.” I pursed my lips. “Want to do it again?”

  Hayden’s mouth firmed into a thin, straight line.

  “Sure.” He assumed the position.

  I stepped up again. He raised me. This time as I tilted to the side and raised my leg, I glanced down. He was staring at me. Looking up my short skirt. Feeling smug, I closed my legs and this time flipped during my dismount, knowing I’d flashed my ass and pussy when my skirt flew up.

  “You definitely forgot something.”

  “I didn’t forget a thing, big brother.” And because I didn’t really need the practice, I walked toward the sliding door, pausing there to give him a glance over my shoulder. “We should talk.”

  He stayed frozen in place, still frowning. Something in his eyes gave away his unease.

  “Hayden.” Relenting, I softened my voice. “It’s still me. Come inside.”

  I headed to the couch and sat in my usual place, to the right of center, and waited for him to sit beside me, but he chose the arm chair opposite the couch instead. Apparently, he thought he was safer with a coffee table between us.

  Ha. I sat back and placed my feet on the table, my legs closed, not an inch of my girlie parts showing, but that didn’t stop his gaze from trailing the well-toned length of my legs upward.

  “I’ve been avoiding you.” Clearing my throat, I gave him a direct stare. “And you’ve been avoiding me. I didn’t see you in Bryson’s class. You skipped. And you never skip.”

  His frown was still there. His fingers were digging into the upholstery. But he didn’t respond.

  “I understand you might have felt embarrassed or maybe uneasy about what happened between us.” I paused, but he still didn’t reply, so I plunged forward. “It’s silly for you to be uncomfortable around me. We didn’t do anything wrong. You needed my help. I gave it. Simple as that.”

  “It’s not that simple, Kel. And the stunt you just pulled...” He shook his head. “Why did you do that? Why show me your pussy?”

  His tone was hard to read. Was he irritated or scared?

  “You saw me on the field today,” I said, keeping my voice even and calm. “I can’t keep focused. I fell twice. I thought... maybe... you could help me... like I helped you. Just to take the edge off.”

  “Hell no. Once was...” His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. His chest rose with a deep breath. “It’s not right.”

  “We’re not brother and sister, Hayden,” I said softly. “Our parents married, but we aren’t blood-related. It’s not wrong. I’ve thought about this. For a long time. Even before...” I swallowed to wet my dry mouth and dropped my feet to the floor. I spread my legs and inched up my skirt. I wanted him to know what I was offering. “We’re both so busy—with school and practice. Neither of us has time to find the right someone. Right now, we make sense.”

  He rubbed his hand over his face and shot me a glare. But his gaze dipped, then stayed locked on my pussy for a long tense moment before he resettled in his chair and raised hi
s chin.

  “You think we should have sex because we don’t have time to find a partner? Seriously? That’s your big plan? You want to fuck so why not fuck me because I’m available?”

  “Well, kind of,” I said. “It was good, wasn’t it? What I did for you. Didn’t you like it?”

  “Stop. Now.”

  I clamped my jaws shut and tears filled my eyes. If blowing him once hadn’t hurt our relationship, coming onto him now sure looked like it had. His expression was stark, his skin pale.

  “Forget about it.” I shoved down my skirt.

  He didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

  “Forget about what we did,” I said, growing horrified when I realized I was crying. “I can’t lose you.”

  Hayden pushed up from the chair and came around the coffee table. He knelt in front of me and reached out. He laid a palm on my cheek, and the other on my knee.

  “Stop. Now.”

  “Stop begging? Right. You don’t want me. Forget I mentioned it.”

  “Just shut the fuck up.” He gave a hard shake of his head.

  And then he leaned toward me, pushing between my legs and coming closer until his mouth was an inch from mine. “I didn’t want to spoil things. Didn’t want to ruin what we have. We’ve stepped way over the line here, Kel. And that scares me.”

  “Is it such a bad place to be?” I whispered.

  He groaned. “Damnit, we shouldn’t.” But his mouth landed on mine.

  I tilted my face to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid between my lips and entered me, and I began to shake.

  His body edged closer, a hand pressed on my back, bringing me to the edge of the seat, and he aligned his hips with mine.

  The moment his clothed erection pressed against my pussy, I moaned.

  He rutted, grinding into me, and I gripped his hair and pulled. Anything to get closer, anything to deepen this kiss. Our tongues stroked and tangled, our hips pumping, together, apart, and before long, I was hot to feel his cock inside me.

  “What are you doing?” He gave me a dazed look as we parted.

  “What does it look like?” I leaned back and pulled my shirt over my head, unhooking my bra and tossing it over the back of the couch.

  “Jesus, Kel.” He swallowed. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

  “I have some idea.” I hooked my legs around his waist, pulling him in so I could feel how hard he was. He groaned, his gaze dipping to my chest, eyes glazing over.

  “Why are you doing this?” His hands moved to cup my breasts, stopping just short, like he was afraid, if he touched me, he might get burned.

  “Because I want to.” I looked at his face, at the struggle there. Like he was wrestling with the devil. “Because I want you. Don’t you want me, Hayden?”

  I arched up, just enough to press my flesh against his hands. My nipples were hard and they grazed his palms, making me shiver.

  “Oh fuck.” His voice was low and he drew his lower lip between his teeth as his hands moved over the slopes of my breasts. “Kel, you have no idea.”

  “Show me.” I turned my eyes up to him. “Show me how much.”

  He came into me, head low, like he was playing defense, knocking the wind out of me, but I didn’t care. I moaned as he lathed my breasts with his tongue, rubbing his short beard over them, making my skin red. I cradled his head against my chest, crying out when he sucked my nipples, like he was testing them to see which he liked better.

  One of his big, rough hands slid up the length of my inner thigh, his thumb rubbing through my bare slit. I wiggled and sighed, aching for more.

  “You’re wet,” he muttered.

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” I grinned back at him, running a hand through his thick, dark hair.

  “You’re a bad girl.”

  “Want to find out how bad I can be?”

  His eyelids drifted lazily downward. He sat back on his haunches, and I stood to unbutton my skirt. I let it slither down my hips, then gripped his hair and pulled him toward my cunt.

  His head tilted back and he tongued me, starting at the bottom of my sex and moving upward. He paused at the top of my cleft and burrowed his lips there, sucking on my clit.

  I hissed between my teeth and let my head fall back. He took my breath away as he sucked and prodded me with his fingers like a starving man with his first meal in weeks. When one thick finger worked its way inside me, I gasped and bucked.

  “Hayden?”

  “Yes, Kel?” He kissed my mound then fluttered his tongue on my clit again. I shivered.

  “Will you help me?” My fingernails dug into his scalp.

  “Need a fuck, baby?”

  “Please. It would help a lot.”

  “I wouldn’t be a good brother if I didn’t help you out.” A little smile stretched his mouth. His face was wet with me already.

  A quiver worked its way through me, and I grinned.

  “I’ve never fucked without a condom.” His gaze locked with mine.

  He was telling me he was clean. And asking me...

  “I’m still on the pill.”

  He leaned forward, caught my middle against his shoulder, then stood. Draped over him like some practice dummy, I had a great view of his hard ass in his jeans as he walked quickly to his bedroom.

  He laid me down on the bed and I watched him pull off his t-shirt, revealing what I already knew was under there, but goddamn, it still took my breath away. When he went to undo his pants, I sat up to help, easing them down his hips along with his boxer-briefs, freeing his cock. I remembered how he’d felt in my mouth—I’d been thinking of little else since—as I took him into my hand.

  “Kel,” he whispered, running a hand through my hair, pulling my mouth closer. I smiled because he wanted it. He wanted me. My mouth. On his cock. “Please…”

  I leaned in to tongue the head, round and round, getting it wet. He gave a little growl when I took it fully into my mouth, half-laying, half-sitting on the bed. It was an awkward position and he moved me to my back and knelt, feeding his cock to me from the side as I turned my head to take him in. I moaned around his length when his hand reached down to cup my mound, rocking there as I sucked him.

  “Oh baby, your pussy’s so hot.” He slipped a finger into me, just one.

  It so wasn’t enough. I wanted his cock stretching me, filling me, fucking me.

  “Hayden.” I took his cock out of my mouth, rubbing it over my lips and neck. “Please.”

  “What baby?” Another finger rocked into me. I arched back. “You still need that fuck?”

  I nodded, eager.

  He rolled me over, onto my belly, and moved in behind me. I came up on my hands and knees. His big hands reached beneath me to cup my breasts, squeezing, kneading my flesh. Mine reached between my legs to capture his dick, and I placed it at my entrance, aiming him.

  “Ready, baby?” His hips shifting, making his cock bump up against me.

  “Mmm... hike!” I giggled, pressing my shoulders to the bd.

  His bark of laughter was followed by a deep plunge of his hips, and then neither of us were laughing anymore. Fuck! He was so big, filling me, stretching me just like I knew he would. I arched my back to press my ass against his groin and wiggled. I liked the snug fit. Liked the way his cock heated up my channel.

  “So tight,” he muttered, fingers gripping my hips.

  “What, you didn’t think your sister’s pussy would be so tight and wet?” I smiled smugly, looking back and squeezing down on him, my pussy clenching. Hayden hissed between his teeth and grimaced.

  “Brat.” His hand came down on my ass with a hard smack, making me yelp. That made him smile, something devilish dancing in his eyes. “You’re gonna get it.”

  “Oooo are you gonna give it to me?” I tossed my hair over my shoulder, a blonde waterfall.

  “You better fucking believe it.” His fingers curved into my hipbones, thumbs pressing into the globes of my behind. “I’m going to f
ucking pound this sweet, tight, little ass.”

  His words made me feel faint and my ass clenched involuntarily. That made him moan and he pulled his cock back just so he could drive it into me again.

  “Oh yeah!” My toes curled as I took every glorious inch of his cock. “Fuck me! Baby, take me hard!”

  “You want it hard?” He pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the head lodged inside, then thrust forward again. And again. And again. He repeated those long, hard, deep strokes, building momentum and speed, until his balls slapped my clit every time he thudded against me.

  And still, it wasn’t enough.

  “Harder, baby!” I begged, my clit throbbing as he stopped to grind deep, his balls against my clit, the head of his cock so deep it hurt. “Oh my fucking God, harder! Come on, fuck me! Do it hard, make me feel it!”

  “You feel that, baby?” He pumped into me faster, plunging deep, hammering my pussy. The wet sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, echoed in my head. “You feel that?”

  “Yes! Oh yes, yes, like that!” I clutched the bedding, stretched out a hand to brace myself against the headboard to keep his powerful strokes from shoving me too far forward. The bed banged the wall with his hard, relentless drive, and I was loving it. Every time he sank into me, I cried out, my arousal building, coiling inside me, ready to burst.

  “Oh God, I’m close,” I panted. “Don’t stop. Don’t. Stop!”

  But he slowed and slapped my ass, giving me shorter thrusts.

  “Hayden!” I protested, but he pulled out anyway, making me cry out as he flipped me onto my back.

  He propped himself over me with one hand, clutching his cock with the other to feed it back inside me. He began moving again, seeming in no hurry while I whimpered, so close to exploding, feeling like it was too much, and not enough.

  He brushed away the hair sticking to my face, touching my breasts, pinching my nipples, then trailed his hand down my belly to my cunt. There, he touched my clit, circling two fingertips over it, around and around until I quieted and grew restless again.