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Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother

Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother

Belleza J

Update: 2022-06-01

Chapter 1 If S*x Was A Person

  • Leilani
  • Hot mouths.
  • Wandering hands.
  • Deep, wet kisses.
  • Massive male hands. Oh, those hands. They made me feel
  • sensations that felt illegal. But nothing feels more illegal than writhing
  • beneath a male body three times bigger than yours. Three times warmer. Three
  • times wilder. Three times hornier. Moaning beneath that ripped body and
  • skilled hands were heaven and sin… Pure sin.
  • It was pure, carnal sin. I prayed for forgiveness,
  • alright. But if you ask me…I’d do it all over again.
  • *
  • “Are you really gonna keep me waiting, baby?” I called
  • out, eyebrows raised in mild frustration. Leave it to Neil to keep his fiancée
  • waiting after she put so much effort into a romantic tub bath and wine.
  • “I’ll be right with you, babe, I promise.” Neil’s voice
  • called back, distracted by a phone call. Probably.
  • Huffing, I turned around to stare at my reflection in the
  • mirror behind me. My long dark hair cascaded down my shoulders and back, baby
  • hairs framing my face in soft curls. My brown eyes gleamed with satisfaction as
  • I took in my tempting appearance in the barely-there adult lingerie I had on.
  • Neil would lose his mind to lust when he steps in here.
  • As soon as he gets off that fucking call.
  • One minute.
  • Five minutes.
  • Ten minutes.
  • What the fuck? I leaned off where I was perched and
  • walked towards the bathroom door, ready to snatch that phone from his hand and
  • throw it into the fish tank. But as I reached the doorway, Neil was just a few
  • steps away, shirtless, with his blonde hair sticking all over the place in that
  • delicious way that made girls blush.
  • I was not in the mood to blush.
  • He gave me a boyish smile that lit up his face. Then
  • froze. His blue eyes slowly traveled down my body as if he was seeing me for
  • the first time. My lips quirked. His eyes lingered on my hips, moved up to my
  • almost-naked breasts, and stayed there.
  • “Damn.” He breathed.
  • I folded my arms, the movement pushing my breasts
  • together and forward some more, like an offering to a sex god. He inhaled
  • sharply and a smile of womanly knowledge curved my lips.
  • “Wanna come to the tub, baby?” I whispered.
  • His eyes snapped back to meet mine, swirling with lust.
  • “If anyone’s gonna come right now, babe, it’s you.”
  • He advanced towards me, and I could see the very obvious
  • strain of his sweats around the crotch area. I took two steps back in the
  • doorway, giggling. He caught me in his arms and landed a smack on my ass.
  • “Easy tiger.” I purred, smiling while snaking my arms
  • around his neck.
  • “Fuck, Leila, you should have warned me…” His head dug
  • into my neck, trying to inhale more of my scent. “Fuck!”
  • He smacked me again and squeezed, earning a gasp of
  • delight from me. “Neil…”
  • He hummed in response, dragging his hands up my body. My
  • eyes met his before his gaze flicked down to my lips.
  • “Let’s get in the tub, baby,” I whispered, raking one
  • hand through his hair, dragging the other down his arm. His eyes were still
  • fixated on my lips, biting his own lip in hunger. Then, he leaned in to claim
  • my mouth, stopping midway when the shrill cry of his phone pierced through the
  • lust-filled air.
  • “Shit!”
  • “Ignore it,” I piqued, grabbing him back to me but he
  • hesitated for a moment and then softly pulled back, dragging a hand through his
  • hair.
  • “Sorry, babe. I gotta take it.”
  • My mouth dropped open. He flashed me an apologetic smile
  • and walked towards the screaming phone, picking it from the king-sized bed, and
  • moved further away towards a huge window, like always. Neil always did this,
  • taking fucking business calls in the middle of a steamy moment. There
  • was a time I was really pissed that he had to get on a call with some business
  • bastards when he had promised to give me a full body massage. So, I slid under
  • the table and teased his cock to mess the call-up.
  • It worked.
  • A smile appeared on my face at the memory. I heard Neil
  • suddenly laugh and I turned in his direction to see him running a hand through
  • his hair again. It was a habit. I found it so adorable. Sighing, I walked over
  • to him, wrapping my hands around his arm.
  • “That’s amazing, bro,” He mused, eyes glinting like he
  • was laughing at a private joke. Bro? It was not a business call. I shook
  • my head in disapproval. He left me to talk to a bro? Well, let’s see how
  • long this call would last. Leaning further into him, I pressed his arm tighter
  • against my chest and placed a small wet, teasing, lingering kiss on it.
  • I felt him tense.
  • “Yeah?” He said to the person on the line, glancing down
  • at me distractedly. I held his gaze, my mouth still on his arm, and his
  • arm…well, it was squished against my breasts. His eyes slid down to stare at my
  • breasts for a moment.
  • “How long will it last for?” He asked, his eyes moving
  • back up to meet mine. I placed another kiss on his arm, still holding his
  • gaze…then softly bit into his arm. I felt him shiver slightly and the hand
  • holding his phone twitched and the call was suddenly on speaker.
  • “Neil? You still there?” A male voice asked.
  • I blinked. Then my eyes slowly moved to the phone, my
  • interest suddenly piqued. That was not just a male voice. It was deep,
  • so deep, and masculine that I found my cheeks heating.
  • “Neil?” The deep, magnetic masculine voice cursed, “Fuck,
  • there’s a woman there, right?”
  • “What?”
  • “Your fiancée?”
  • Neil snapped out of it and looked away from me, giving me
  • a soft glare as he did so. I would have smiled if my interest wasn’t so zeroed
  • in on that voice from the phone.
  • “Uh, yeah. So-”
  • “You can just end the call if you can’t wait, Neil.” The
  • voice interrupted dryly, with a teasing undertone to it.
  • “Cut it the fuck out. You said the contract lasts for
  • fifteen weeks?”
  • “Sixteen. You’d know if you were listening.” Whoever was
  • on the other side sounded like he enjoyed teasing Neil. That was not what
  • grabbed my attention though. It was the way he spoke, the husky edge to his
  • deep voice. The relaxed way he enunciated his words like he did not give a fuck
  • about anything. And like there was a dirty promise hidden somewhere in his
  • words. It was sexy.
  • God, what the hell am I thinking?
  • “You can come stay at my place, it’s big enough and
  • pretty close to your contract site. It’s perfect.” I heard Neil say.
  • Wait. What?
  • “I already made a reservation in a hotel near there.”
  • “You can cancel it. Saves you a lot of money, you know.”
  • I shot Neil an incredulous look. That was the wrong thing
  • to say. Men are very sensitive when it comes to their financial capabilities.
  • Neil always wants to pay for everything. He has the money, of course, he’s
  • loaded. But sometimes I think he just wants to prove a point. I think it’s just
  • a male thing. And I have a feeling this person on the phone -his step-brother,
  • I think- would be much worse than Neil.
  • As if to prove me right, his deep voice said flatly, “I
  • can pay for my shit, Neil.”
  • “I know, I know-”
  • “I’m not interested in charity, bruh.”
  • “Shut up for once-”
  • “Don’t fucking tell me to shut up.” The voice said
  • flatly. He seemed to love interrupting Neil.
  • “I can, and I will. I’m older than you so shut the fuck
  • up and just listen.” Neil said in an oddly patient tone. Like the tone of a
  • teacher dealing with uncooperative kids.
  • It almost made me smile. Almost. Because my breath was
  • hanging in my throat, waiting eagerly for the response of the sexy voice from
  • the phone.
  • A low chuckle reached my ears. “I’m listening.”
  • “To be honest, I need your help on a new project I’m
  • working on. There’s a lot of smart ideas in that brain of yours and I need a
  • few.” Neil started. “It’ll be easier to work together if we’re in the same
  • building, you know?”
  • “What makes you think I’d help you? You’ve got fucking
  • workers. That’s their fucking job.”
  • “I’m not asking you to help me. You owe me one,
  • remember?”
  • There was silence for a moment.
  • “I’ll think about it.” His voice went deeper, “Tell your
  • fiancée I said hi.”
  • The line went dead.
  • For some reason, hearing him talk about me made my pulse
  • fly all of a sudden. We barely knew each other. I mean, I only knew Neil had a
  • step-brother, but he was always never around the few times I met Neil’s family
  • at some of their events and dinners so we never met. Neil once mentioned that
  • things were kind of tense in the family, but he didn’t give any details. And
  • that was about it, Neil does not really talk about him. Hell, I don’t even
  • remember his name.
  • Some Adam-something or other.
  • “What do you think?” Neil's voice broke my train of
  • thoughts. He was facing me fully, arms crossed in front of his naked chest,
  • blue eyes trying to read my expression. His hair was messy in that way I liked,
  • complementing his handsome face perfectly.
  • “You could have told me first,” I said softly.
  • “I’m sorry, babe. He just told me about it now, and the
  • idea came to me so fast, I had to tell him.” He gently pulled me into his arms,
  • “I really do need his help though. He can be a pain-in-the-ass sometimes, but
  • he’s pretty smart.”
  • I was quiet for a moment, then looked up at him. He
  • towered over my head and shoulders, so I had to crane my neck to meet his gaze
  • standing so close to him. And whispered. “You won’t be able to fuck me just
  • anywhere now, baby.” Something passed his eyes and I smirked, “Learn to behave,
  • Neil.”
  • He chuckled. “It’s a big house.”
  • I smiled as he shifted my hair away from my silky
  • shoulders and cupped my face in his large palm. He gazed at me with desire.
  • Affection. Love.
  • “Speaking of fucking, let’s get back to business, Leila.”
  • With that, he covered my mouth with his, squeezing me closer and closer, so
  • close that it felt like he was trying to absorb me into his body.
  • He loved me.
  • I knew that.
  • Only, that love would burn him. Soon.
  • *
  • “I’m pretty busy right now, Brooke, just sort out the
  • deliveries and forward the profiles of the new models to me, okay?” I smiled at
  • my business manager through the Tab screen perched on the kitchen island.
  • A kettle started to whistle and I almost didn’t hear her
  • respond and end the call. I owned a line of adult lingerie and bikinis and
  • Brooke was my paranoid business manager who was always worried that our
  • competitors would leave us in the dust or something. I take my business seriously
  • of course, but Brooke wants me to model my lingerie and bikinis professionally.
  • Like one of my bikini models.
  • I really do not mind, as I model some exclusive lingerie
  • and bikinis sometimes, it is my clothing line, after all. But Neil, for
  • some reason, did not like the idea, so I kept it to a minimum and left most of
  • the modeling to the girls and focused on the financial aspects of my business,
  • and my love life.
  • I pulled the chicken drumsticks out of the microwave oven
  • and Chase, Neil's huge German shepherd dog padded into the kitchen, wagging its
  • tail as if trying to coax me into tossing a drumstick at it.
  • I laughed and the doorbell rang. Pausing, I peered at the
  • kitchen doorway, trying to remember if I had ordered something.
  • “Stay here, okay?” I said to Chase, smoothing out my wavy
  • ponytail as I walked out of the kitchen.
  • Sara, the nearly invisible housekeeper that comes over
  • thrice a week to clean up, could have ordered some groceries and it could have
  • been delayed unnecessarily. It had happened before. And it’s one of her days
  • off today.
  • I heard Chase whine from the kitchen as I crossed the
  • huge living room, probably disappointed at me for not giving him a treat. I
  • idly wondered if he posed a threat to the vulnerable chicken drumsticks alone
  • with him in that kitchen.
  • Reaching the door, I opened it and stepped out, squinting
  • at the bright glare of sunlight. And that was when I saw him.
  • Him.
  • God’s only archangel of sin.
  • If sex was a person, he was standing right in front of
  • me. My eyes widened, drinking in the appearance of the stranger. He was
  • massive. Tall. I mean tall. Broad-shouldered. Toned. Even though his
  • flimsy shirt, his ripped abs were on full display. His strong-looking legs fit
  • for a stallion were in jet black pants that I could tell were expensive as
  • fuck. But not as expensive as his shoes.
  • I felt my throat dry.
  • His skin was tan. The type of beautiful tan that came
  • with the genes. He was staring straight at me, accessing, unbothered and sexy
  • as sin.
  • “You must be Leilani,” He arched a dark eyebrow, face
  • impassive. His voice. That voice was familiar. Unmistakable. The deep,
  • magnetic voice with a husky and naughty edge to it. The way he said my name hit
  • me like a punch to my sex hormones.
  • It’s him.
  • Neil's step-brother.
  • At that moment, I realized, that the threat was not
  • behind me in the kitchen, but it was right in front of me. Massive, confident,
  • and undeniably masculine.