Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother ~ Harlow Grace: Part 2 (Sweet Stepbrother) Read online

  Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother.

  Part 2

  The Sweetest Taboo

  International Bestselling Author

  Harlow Grace

  Harlow Grace

  Copyright 2015

  18+

  Adult Only Themes

  Language & Sexual Situations

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Disclaimer

  Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother

  1: Grayson

  2: Layla

  3: Grayson

  4: Layla

  5: Layla

  6: Layla

  7: Grayson

  8: Layla

  9: Layla

  10: Grayson

  11: Grayson

  12: Layla

  13: Grayson

  14: Layla

  15: Grayson

  16: Layla

  17: Layla

  18: Grayson

  19: Layla

  20: Layla

  21: Grayson

  22: Layla

  23: Grayson

  24: Layla

  25: Layla

  26: Grayson

  27: Layla

  28: Grayson

  29: Layla

  30: Layla

  SWEET BILLIONAIRE STEPBROTHER Part 3

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  ONE NIGHT CHANGES EVERYTHING

  Rich. Sexy. The catch of the century.

  Grayson Forbes is intelligent, gorgeous and heir to a mining fortune.

  He’s thoughtful, gentle and caring.

  Everything a woman wants in a man.

  Beautiful women climb over each other to get into his bed.

  Grayson is also my stepbrother and best friend.

  We adore one another.

  He’s my comfort blanket.

  And to him, I am simply his geeky stepsister.

  Until one night.

  One night that changes everything between us.

  Once I’d had a taste, he’s all I want.

  It’s wrong. It can never be.

  Grayson Forbes is everything I can never have.

  My name is Layla and this is our story.

  WARNING: 18+

  Not appropriate for readers under 18.

  Contains explicit language and descriptions of sexual situations.

  1: Grayson

  Now I’ve had her, I couldn’t get enough of her. This had never happened to me before. Usually once I pulled out of a woman, I was done. I’d get my gear back on and leave as quickly as I could without being rude.

  With Layla though, I wanted to stay. I wanted to breathe her in, feel her softness melting into me, look into her gorgeous eyes. Make love to her stunning body. Stay inside her all night long.

  I wanted to captivate her mind and her heart just like she had mine.

  She hadn’t argued when I told her I was the man for her.

  “Oh, Grayson.” Her voice was raspy and full of emotion. Her eyes softened and she pulled me down for a kiss. Gentle, but the passion in her lips couldn’t be mistaken.

  Did it mean she agreed? Would she let me be her man?

  I sucked her lower lip into my mouth. I didn’t want to think of the implications of that statement, but I had no doubt in my mind that it was true.

  But first I had to take care of her. I rose from the bed and padded to the bathroom. I found a washcloth, ran it under the hot tap and wrung out the excess water.

  When I returned, Layla had turned onto her side, hugging a pillow.

  “On your back, sweetheart. I need to clean you up. Be a good girl for me.”

  She smiled shyly as she turned and spread her legs. Blood and my cum seeped from her pussy and onto the sheets. Gently I wiped between her legs, kissing her thighs as I finished my task.

  “Thank you, sweet Layla,” I whispered, nearly choking on the words. It was the most precious gift any woman could give a man.

  Her eyes shone brightly as she nodded her head.

  I lifted her naked body into my arms and made my way to the door. She was my woman now.

  Layla slipped her arm around my neck. “Where are you taking me?”

  “To my bed. So I can take care of you properly.”

  She sighed contently against my chest.

  “Thank you. I’d like that.” She planted a soft kiss in the crook my neck. God, even that one small act made my dick harden again. It wanted inside of her, it couldn't until she was ready, but it had too.

  “I’m going to hold you and cuddle you while you fall asleep in my arms. Would you like that?”

  “Oh yes,” she said, her smile growing wider. It made me happy to take care of her and I loved that she wanted it too.

  I kicked the door open and with the help of the moonlight filtering through the open window, I lifted the covers and placed her gently on my bed. Opening the drawer of the nightstand, I found anti-inflammatory painkillers and shook two from the container. I fetched a glass of water and held it out to her.

  “Take these, sweetheart. Will help you sleep better.”

  “Thank you, Doctor,” she teased.

  She sat up and did as instructed.

  “Such a good girl,” I said as I leaned in and kissed her. I had to hold myself back from going to town on her and sucking on those luscious nipples that were clearly happy to see me. “Fuck, have I told you how gorgeous you are?”

  Giggling, she lay back against the pillows. “Only a thousand times tonight. I might just start believing you.”

  “Believe it,” I said. “And my cock agrees.” I shook my stiffened dick at her. “See what you do to me?”

  Her eyes widened as much as her grin. “I do that to you?”

  “You sure do, baby. If my cock had its way, it would be inside you all night long.”

  She chuckled softly and held her arms out to me. I crawled onto the bed, eager to feel her naked skin against mine.

  Skin to skin. Sexy as fuck.

  “Turn around, baby. I’m going to put my arm around you and you’re going to get some sleep, okay?”

  “Okay,” she said as she yawned.

  Her ass backed up against my dick. Fuck, how was I supposed to sleep with a raging boner? Curling into her, I caressed her skin and kissed her neck, savoring the moment and the woman.

  Despite my worries of not being able to sleep with her naked body enticingly close to me, I drifted into a peaceful sleep. I hadn’t felt this content and at peace in a very long time.

  I wanted Layla in my bed.

  I wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk.

  I wanted this for the rest of my life.

  2: Layla

  The first rays of the morning woke me as the sun filtered through the window. Where was I? Memories of last night flooded back to me. I’d had way more to drink than I normally consumed, so I wouldn’t be surprised to find it was all just a surreal dream.

  I opened my eyes, slowly adjusting to the daylight.

  It was true. I was naked in Grayson’s bed and his arm was still draped around me, his hand cupping one breast and his erection throbbing against my ass.

  Sweet Jesus.

  What if someone found us like this?

  But even worse, what would Grayson’s reaction be when he woke up and realized what we’d done? Would he be horrified and disgusted? I couldn’t bear it if he regretted it. I turned slowly so as not to disturb him and looked at his face up close while he was still asleep.

  I stud
ied his handsome features. The small bump in his otherwise perfectly straight nose. The laugher lines by the sides of his face. Worry lines etched into his forehead and I longed to stroke gently over them with my fingertips. His thick dark eyebrows and long black lashes rivaled my own. The morning stubble adorning his strong jaw made my pussy clench. He was so . . . manly. What wasn’t to love?

  Unable to resist touching him any longer, my index finger traced lightly over the arch of the cupids bow defining his mouth. How I loved kissing those damn lips.

  His hand drifted from my breast and came to rest between my legs. One long finger found its way to my clit, slowly rubbing in small circles. Good God, was he doing this in his sleep? I bit my lip so as not to make a sound when all I wanted to do was groan out loud and spread my legs so he could get to other parts of me.

  “Layla?” His voice was deep and croaky and his eyes still closed.

  “Yeah?”

  “Hi,” he breathed as he slowly opened his eyes and met my gaze, the corners of his mouth twisted upward.

  “Hi,” I whispered back.

  “You really are here. For a minute I thought it was just one of my dreams.”

  Grayson dreamed about me? Really?

  My heart swelled with joy. I wasn’t the only one having inappropriate dreams. It pleased me to know that somewhere inside Grayson was thinking of me the same way I thought of him.

  “Yeah, I really am here. In your bed.” Naked and horny.

  As if he read my mind, his erection—which had pretty much been pressed against my ass all night long—throbbed against my back.

  “God, you feel so good. I’m never letting you go.” His low, husky voice made me go all soft and gooey.

  Yeah . . . until the real world takes over.

  Either Grayson was still drunk or he was talking in his sleep, because clearly he hadn’t thought this through. His eyes were still closed and a wicked sexy smile had spread over his face.

  He started nibbling on my ear sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core. I wanted him so much that my whole body ached for him. If this was the last time I could be with him, even if he was doing this in his sleep, I wanted it. Badly.

  3: Grayson

  I couldn’t believe Layla had stayed the night. I expected to wake up with a hangover and an empty bed. I wanted more of her, so much more that my cock ached to get back inside her.

  Knowing I was the first man to fuck her made me happy me beyond words. But I also wanted to be her last. Now that I’d tasted her, been inside her, I wanted everything.

  I didn’t want to think.

  Thinking about the real world was scary as fuck. I didn’t know how to make this work. All I knew in this moment was that letting her go and pretending nothing happened between us would break me in fucking half.

  How could something that felt so right be so wrong? In the eyes of the world, we were family, even though we weren’t related by blood. Milton Forbes would never allow a scandal to rock the share prices of his empire. He’d made that abundantly clear on several occasion when he’d fired prominent members of top management for overstepping the line.

  I shuddered to think what his reaction would be if he found out about this. About us. Layla was like his own daughter to him. He’d fucking kill me for taking advantage of her vulnerability.

  But, a lifetime without this, without her in my bed, would be torture. How could I pretend I didn’t want her for myself when she consumed my every thought? If I had to stand by and watch her get involved and marry somebody else—God forbid, a man like Matthews—it would rip my fucking heart out.

  There had to be a way. I was smart. Somehow there had to be a solution.

  But right now, my dick was doing all of the thinking for me. Throbbing like a motherfucker, it wanted inside her sweet pussy. She was already slick and wet, her pussy swollen and ready from my touch alone.

  I kissed her ear and then her neck.

  “Layla, I want you so bad,” I said, unable to keep my wicked thoughts to myself.

  She turned to face me, slipping her arms around my neck and pulling me close to her chest. She smelled so good that I breathed her in. I rested my head between her breasts for a long moment, my eyes closed, just drinking in the sensation of peace and love surrounding us.

  “I want you too,” she said simply as she presented her lips for a kiss. I kissed her deeply and even her morning breath was sweet. I worried that I still tasted like the scotch I’d overconsumed, but it didn’t seem to bother her. She kissed me with so much gusto that it set me alight and all I could think about was her.

  “God, you’re sexy,” I groaned as I pushed her hair back off her face. Her eyes pulled me in and it felt like I could see right into her soul. I wanted to drown in her beauty. I kissed both eyelids, then her nose, her lips and then worked my way down her body. I wanted to map every inch of her with my mouth.

  Sliding down, I sucked a plump nipple into my mouth. My tongue flicked and my teeth grazed the sensitive bud until she groaned.

  “Good girl.” I smiled against her skin. I loved hearing her appreciation of what I was doing to her. It turned me on knowing she was taking pleasure from my actions.

  My hand drifted back to her slick pussy, testing her wetness. Jesus, she didn’t disappoint. Her legs parted without me asking, giving me access to her core. One finger slipped inside. Not wanting to hurt my girl, I waited for her reaction.

  “Like that, baby?”

  She curved her back, bucking her hips to get closer. “Hmmm, yes. More please.”

  God, she was so responsive. It drove me fucking crazy. Two fingers fucked her slowly, stretching her for my cock. I wanted her to feel nothing but pleasure this time.

  I sucked and lapped at her tits as I kept stroking her pussy. My balls wanted to burst and my cock was desperate to slam into her, but I knew I had to go slowly. I settled myself between her legs, running my hard cock along the length of her pussy, mixing our juices to lubricate us both.

  “Ready, baby?”

  Her legs clamped around my waist and she pulled me closer to her.

  “Yeah. Oh yeah,” she sighed dreamily, “so ready.”

  I found her hands and laced my fingers with hers again. I’d never done this before with another woman, yet I wanted that strong connection with Layla while we fucked. She squeezed my hands, letting me know it was significant for her too.

  My dick inched its way inside her slowly, gently. She felt so damn good. Warm and slick. Perfect for my cock.

  I stared into her eyes. “Hi.”

  The corners of her mouth turned up into a shy smile. “Hi.”

  Slowly I built up speed, built up pressure. My eyes wanted to roll back in my head from the feel of her, but I forced them to stay open. I wanted to see her face when she came.

  For a spilt second a cloud glazed over her eyes. Something made her sad. But it was gone as fast as it had come and left me wondering if I’d imagined it. I loved taking it slow with her, worshipping her body with mine, feeling her beneath me and responding to my movements, matching me stroke for stroke.

  “Grayson, I’m so close. Your . . . um, your cock . . . it feels so good inside me.” Her cheeks warmed, yet she didn’t look away. It was sexy as fuck.

  “Come for me, baby. Grip my cock with your pussy. I want to feel you clench around me.”

  Sweet little Layla loved my dirty talk. Her pupils dilated until her eyes were almost completely black.

  “Oh God,” she cried. “Grayson!” Her pussy swallowed me up to the balls and I felt her tighten as her orgasm ripped through her.

  That was all I needed to come hard inside her.

  This woman. She was everything I had dreamed of and more.

  She was my heart’s desire.

  4: Layla

  Still naked, I wrapped a towel around my body before I snuck out of Grayson’s room and back to my own. The rest of the household were bound to wake up soon, so I tiptoed quietly across the hallway, holdi
ng my breath until I reached my bedroom.

  A few moments later, I pushed the door closed and leaned against it, smiling when my gaze fell on the blood stained sheets.

  Thank God I said no to Seth. He was mad as hell that I’d turned him down, but I had to follow my gut instinct. No amount of explaining on his part could make me feel better about what he’d planned. Even after he’d asked me to be his girlfriend, I couldn't help but wondered if it was because he thought that was the ticket to getting inside my panties.

  I was going to give it all to him, even without being his girlfriend. Seth was the one who screwed it all up with the stupid bet. Although I was initially angry with Grayson for spoiling my plans, it was the best thing that could have happened to me.

  It couldn’t have worked out any better.

  But what now?

  There was no way this could work in real life. We couldn’t sneak around fucking one another under our parents’ roof for the rest of our lives.

  The irony wasn’t lost on me. I’d always wanted an older brother like Sloane had. So when Mum told me she was marrying her boss and I would be getting one, I was more than pleased even though he would spend most of his time away in London. Now he was about to graduate and would be moving closer to home and I had to admit nothing could have made me happier. As much as I loved Taylor, I’d missed spending time with Grayson. He made me laugh and he stimulated my mind—he was exactly the kind of guy I wanted to marry one day.

  Staring at myself in the mirror for a long moment, I looked for signs of any changes now that I was no longer a virgin. It was still me, but with a glow on my cheeks I’d never possessed before.

  I wanted Grayson.

  My brow knitted together. How is this going to work for you, Layla?

  Grayson is family.

  It can never be. As much as I wanted it, I couldn’t wave a magical wand to alter our situation. An ache settled in my heart.

  I dropped the towel and ran a bath, pouring a copious amount of bubble bath into it. The fragrance of frangipanis filled the room as steam rose into the air. I climbed in slowly and slid down, succumbing to the warm water that enveloped my sore muscles. Leaning back with bubbles frothing around me and covering every inch of me to my chin, I let out a long slow breath.