Billionaire Retreat Page 54

  “Can I see?” Angela asked softly after several minutes of silence. She found it incredibly hard to believe, but it would explain his attachment to Mark. It would explain his rebel side where he fought against society’s constraints, and it explained why Mark was so adamant about the alcohol.

  “See what?”

  “Your Alien form.”

  Justin gave her a long, searching look, probably to determine if she was being serious or not, but when he saw nothing but honesty on her face he stood up and closed his eyes. Angela watched, as what seemed like a barrier being dropped came down over his body and suddenly there was this beautiful, but strange, green creature in front of her. It had a mouth, but it looked slightly slimy. It had three arms which flailed slightly, while there were still two legs. A very obvious male organ was prominent and Angela couldn’t help but flush red at seeing it, and while she couldn’t be entirely positive she thought he smirked at seeing her flush. The eyes weren’t exactly hollow but they were sunk in so far it almost appeared as if they weren’t there at all. One of the arms reached out to touch her and she observed that while he looked slimy he really wasn’t. A shiver went up her arm where he touched here, and the shiver went straight down. This, if possible, made her flush even more and suddenly the arm was gone and Justin was back. “If I penetrate you while in that form, you’d get pregnant with an Alien baby. If I penetrate you while in human form, it would be a human baby. Obviously in human form we could use contraception, in Alien form I can’t. I saw you looking, and I can assure you I’m just as large this way.”

  “This doesn’t change you. I mean it does, but it doesn’t. That is awful they did that to you, truly awful. No wonder they never could find you, I don’t know if they searched that far. I’m glad you found Mark, and I’m glad I found you. Now if you’re just as large this way I want to see.”

  “You know, the way you looked at me was a huge turn on. You didn’t flinch or back away, you didn’t run screaming. You truly are the perfect woman aren’t you. Come here.”

  Angela went to him without fear, knowing that he was still her stepbrother and he hadn’t changed on the outside. The thought of him being an Alien on the inside actually turned her on even more and when he started kissing her she immediately kissed back. Kissing she knew how to do, sex she’d never done before. Justin’s hand slid underneath her shirt and up her back, undoing her bra clasps with almost practiced ease. She didn’t want to think about that and started undoing the buttons on his shirt instead.

  When Justin stepped backwards she almost glared at him for the sudden loss of contact, but instead she smiled when he simply shrugged off his shirt and showed off his muscular arms and six pack abs. He reached forward and with a single movement her shirt was pulled over her head, her bra going with it since it was already undone. She tried to cover up her breasts, selfconscious about them without a bra to lift them up, but he swatted away her hands. “You’re beautiful, don’t cover it up.”

  Justin slipped his hands into her jeans and slid them forward to undo her button and zipper. She just stood there, enjoying his touch while he kissed her neck and started to trail kisses down her collarbone. His hands cupped her backside and pushed her closer to him, and she could feel his hardness through both their jeans. “That’s what you do to me.”

  It took Justin less than a minute to have her out of her jeans and he quickly took off his own, which revealed to Angela that he wasn’t wearing underwear of any kind. Her mouth dropped slightly at seeing him naked in front of her, and she had to swallow to remember how to breathe. “Lie back on the bed. First time?” Justin asked gently.

  All she could do was nod so Justin guided her to the bed until she was on top of it and he was kneeling in front of her. Reaching up Justin started to slide down her panties until they were off as well and he kept her hands pinned to the side. “You are beautiful, I want to look at you.”

  Justin quickly returned to kissing her while his hand trailed her stomach and slowly went further south. She had touched herself before but nobody else ever had and it was sending shivers down her spine. When his finger brushed over her clit she arched up into it in pleasure, knowing she had to be soaking wet. Justin never stopped kissing her or touching her, and when he slid two fingers into her she moaned loudly into his mouth. She felt a slight sting when he added a third finger, but she knew it would likely hurt since it was the first time, and considering how large he was she knew three fingers was nothing.

  “This will hurt but I’ll try to be gentle, alright?”

  Angela nodded and watched as he slipped a condom on before positioning himself. She knew she was tensing up, but she couldn’t help it. “Turn around,” Justin suddenly said, clearly sensing her hesitation at the pain as well. She had read somewhere that doggy style would cause her to tense less, so she quickly turned around while Justin lifted her hips until she was on her knees with her face squished into the pillow.

  She tried to blink back tears when he started to push into her, but she didn’t say a word. She wanted this and she knew it would only be at first, the pleasure would come after. Once he was fully inside he stopped, allowing her to adjust around him. She could hear him breathing heavily and knew he was probably holding back to give her time. The second the pain subsided to a manageable level, she moved to indicate she was ready. The next second he pulled back and pushed back in, continuing at a steady pace that had her on the brink of orgasm within two minutes. Justin’s hand reached around to grab one of her breasts, and the sensation of his fingers on her nipple sent her over the edge as she almost collapsed in pleasure.

  She was fairly certain it was only Justin’s strength that kept her upright as he continued moving before suddenly stiffening with a deep grunt which she knew indicated that he was reaching completion almost at the same time. She felt a sense of loss at not being able to see his face, and as soon as he pulled out she rolled over while he laid down next to her. “Next time I want to see your face,” she whispered softly as she looked up into his eyes. Those same eyes that had captured her the first time she’d seen him.

  “So there will be a next time?”

  “I hope there will be many next times.”

  “Good. I’m glad we agree on that. Angela, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

  Angela couldn’t help but giggle at the formal question, especially seeing the mirth in his eyes as he said it and the fact that his hand was trailing circles around her breasts. “It would be my pleasure.”

  “Oh, your pleasure it certainly will be. Should we get dressed or is Susie not coming back?”

  Angela had completely forgotten that she had a roommate who could walk in at any moment, and looking at the clock she almost jumped out of bed. “She’ll probably be back soon so we should get dressed, though I wouldn’t mind if you left off the shirt and make her slightly jealous at my insanely hot boyfriend.”

  Justin pulled his jeans back on, making sure to be careful with the zipper, while Angela started to pull on sweatpants. “Put on something nicer, I’m taking you for dinner. A proper first date.”

  Angela couldn’t help but smile at the thought of going on a date with Justin, and soon she was wearing the clothes she had been wearing when he had first gotten there. She felt a little selfconscious about the fact that he had seen her naked, but she really couldn’t be too bothered. It turned out to be a good thing they had gotten dressed because they had just sat back down on Angela’s bed when Susie came in. “I’m glad I don’t have to shield my eyes, though you might want to put on a shirt if you don’t want all the girls in this dorm to jump you. Find me one that looks like that please,” she added in Angela’s direction.

  “Welcome back but you should knock first if you never want to have to shield your eyes,” Justin said with a wink as he pulled on his shirt before settling back on the bed, his arm around Angela.

  “If you left I could ask her for details,” Susie said with a pointed look at Justin.


  “We’re going on a date,” Angela said and the happiness was clear on her face. It was clear she didn’t care what anyone thought, she had a boyfriend she very much liked and she was happy about it.

  “Oh a date? Shouldn’t that have come first? Alright, that was the last one, I’ll stop. I’m happy for you two, you seem happy together and that’s all that matters. So are you going to be ditching me for him all the time now because if so I’ll need to find myself a hot guy?”

  “She’ll be here every day. I have work and school so I’ll only have the evenings when I don’t have too much homework,” Justin said, pulling Angela closer to his side. “You’ll still have your friend.”

  “Good. And I want to get to know you better as well, considering you’re dating and all.”

  “We’ll probably all hang out often enough. Oh, the guy he lives with, Mark, took my ID so I can’t go out anymore.”

  “That’s a bummer, but I’m sure you wouldn’t be going out much anyway now that you have him.”

  “Yeah, probably not. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t worry about it, I’m not upset. There were some girls down the hall talking about going out so I might go along with them if you don’t mind?”

  “Not at all, just don’t ditch me every night.”

  “We should get going so we can beat the dinner rush. I hate waiting,” Justin said as he started to slide off the bed.

  “Good idea and you know this town better than I do. I’ll be back Susie, we need to study for the History exam.”

  “I’ll be here. Have fun you two.”

  Justin put his arm around Angela and together they started out the door. With it being a nice Sunday afternoon there were a lot of students out and about and Angela took in all the activity with a smile. She loved being a college student and she really loved LA. Of course she hadn’t seen much of it, but she had a feeling she would now that she had Justin, who was the main reason she loved LA as much as she did. She hated lying to her parents, but if she had to choose between Justin and lying to her parents she’d choose Justin any day. One day he might agree to see their parents again, especially if they continued dating, but quite honestly Angela wasn’t sure if she wanted to tell them she was dating her stepbrother. After all, they were rather conservative and probably wouldn’t approve. For now though she wouldn’t worry about any of that and would simply focus on getting a college degree while enjoying her time with the guy who currently had his arm draped around her shoulder. Their steps matched, and they easily walked down the street to destinations unknown to Angela but she didn’t fear it. Suddenly she relished in the unknown and what could come of it.

  The End

  Stepbrother Home

  Historical Romance

  About the Book

  After four years apart, Sarah and her stepbrother Stephen are finally reunited when he comes back home from war with France. He thinks he knows what is going on in her life based on letters she sent every few weeks, only growing concerned when the letters suddenly stop. Only upon returning he finds out that Sarah is now called ‘Cinderella’ and is working as a maid in her own home. He wants to help her find a better life but can he go against his own family’s wishes on the subject? Can he stand up to them? Through it all, Stephen and Sarah fall in love, a kind of love that inevitably leads to them wanting to get married. Can these step-siblings be together, or will the world keep them apart because of convention? It all comes together after a shopping spree fit for a fairy godmother and a masquerade ball fit for a princess.

  Chapter 1

  Four Years Ago…

  “But why do you have to leave?” Sarah asked, tears streaking down her little face. She was only twelve to his fifteen but she was always so intuitive. Sarah always seemed to understand what was happening; even when his sisters couldn’t comprehend what was going on, though they were close to her in age being eleven and thirteen. They saw the war as a dashing opportunity, a nice way to establish himself. He would come home showered in the glory of victory against the French. They couldn’t imagine that he would actually have to be on the battle field. Sarah was his favourite in the family. For the past three years, since his mother had married her father, she had been a steadfast companion. She was always following him about, trying to be a part of his world. She understood him better than his mother or sisters ever could.

  “I have to Sarah, it’s my duty,” Stephen, reached forward and brushed the tears off his stepsister’s cheek, feeling a twinge in his chest at the sight.

  “But you’re all I have left,” she cried out, suddenly grabbing one of his legs and holding on tight.

  “Enough now,” he said, not unkindly. “You have my mother and sisters. The four of you will be strong together.” Stephen gently pried her off his legs, trying to hold back tears of his own. He turned about face and walked out of the room, ready for his next step in life but unsure of what he was leaving behind.

  *

  1813-Present Day…

  My Dearest Stephen,

  I hope this letter finds you well. I write this sitting by the fireplace, trying to keep warm on this cold night. I can’t believe it’s my 16th birthday today; all I can think of is that I miss you so much! But life with Pamela, Daphne and your mother, the always lovely Christina, is harmonious here. We support each other every day, just waiting until you come home. We hope that is soon. Also, they have even given me a nickname, but you will have to wait to come home to hear it. Just one more reason to come back to us, although I’m sure you didn’t need it.

  Sincerely Yours,

  Sarah

  Stephen folded up the letter, tucking it back into his shirt pocket. That was over six months ago, the last letter he had received from Sarah. Her letters were always a bit vague in the actual happenings of her life, filled instead with thoughts of her future, regret over his absence, insightful comments on the status of the war and society at home. He missed her; he had missed them all so much over the past four years. They had been four long and bloody years.

  As he looked up to the brick house where he was raised, he wondered what had happened. Six months, when he usually received a letter every few weeks. Stephen dismounted from his horse, handing the reins over to the head groom before making his way quickly up the steps to his family. Knocking, he waited for the door, looking at the windows to see if he could get a glimpse at the adorable face of Sarah. He had to remind himself that she was grown now. Stephen couldn’t wait to see the beauty that she had grown to be. He knew she would be beautiful, her mother had been a great beauty and her cherub face had hinted at that same beauty, even as a child.

  The doorman opened the door, immediately stepping back before uttering, “Master Stephen, so wonderful to see you.”

  “Dobbins, nice to see you well. Is everyone home?”

  “No just Sarah, your mother and sisters went to the shops but should be back soon.”

  “Oh, Sarah, where can I find her,” He said, ready to rush through the house and pull her into his arms.

  “Sir, she’s in the parlour, but you should know…” Dobbin’s face had changed, embarrassment shaded his features. But Stephen was already rushing through the house and into the parlour, shouting Sarah’s name on the way in.

  A small woman dressed in rags jumped at the sound. Before whipping around she carefully put back the silverware she seemed to be polishing.

  “Stephen!” the slender woman bounded forward, jumping into his arms. He pulled back to look at her face in disbelief and affront. Who was this? Stephen looked at her closely, she certainly looked like she could be his Sarah, all grown up. But how could she be? It was though, he knew it was truly her.

  Sarah was so beautiful she could make a man weep. He could just make out her shining hair, tucked under a cloth to keep it out of her face. She had high cheekbones, that were made prominent by her slim face, but it did not make her look over sharp or shrew like. Stephen looked into the eyes that he knew so well and saw they were alight with e
xcitement and happiness. He caught himself as his eyes drifted to her lips and stepped back, holding her almost at arm’s length.

  “Let me look at you properly,” he said. She stepped back and smiled shyly. She carried herself with a confidence but had a hesitant air about her, like she was ready to bolt off at any moment. It was the same alertness he associated with the elite scouts of his regiment. Always ready, always watching for what might spring out next.

  When the moment had grown too long, he pushed himself to speak, “My god, look how you’ve grown.” Sarah smiled widely, stepped in and hugged him tightly. Automatically, Stephen’s body reacted, wrapping his arms about her. He was a little unsettled by how much he enjoyed holding her. He pushed that thought away and focused on what had originally caused him concern. He was baffled, why his dear sweet Sarah would be dressed in rags and polishing silver, like some kind of scullery maid. For laughs? And what would make her so cautious and wary? It didn’t fit at all with the precocious and confident child he had known. What had happened to his Sarah?

  Sarah held on tight, tears of relief streaking down her face, “Oh Stephen, I have missed you so much.”

  “Sarah,” he said carefully. “What exactly are you doing?”

  Sarah pulled back, worried that she had done something wrong and looked up into his face. No longer boyishly handsome, Stephen was all man. He had filled out from his years in the army. His face, which had once been round, had thinned out; showing off his prominent jaw. He had become the kind of ruggedly handsome she only read about in her books. They had been her life-line, the only possession Christina had allowed her to keep, not believing they were worth anything and so not seeing the point in taking this one luxury away from Sarah.