Surge : A Stepbrother Romance by Jenni Smiles

who I am.”
            “Really? Who are you, Mick?”
            “Are you sure you want to know?”
            “No.”
            “I have to see you.”
            “Why don’t you?”
            “My time is so limited now, with the US Open
coming up, but all I can think of is you.”
            “See, you’re just a big-time star. No time for
the little people.”
            The impossibility of our situation starts becoming
clear. Mick is not a guy I can just call and have him come over whenever I
want. That’s the catch with him. He probably travels all the time. I want to
see him more now that I know I may not be able to.
            “Sam, that’s not fair.”
            “Come over now.”
            “What do you mean?”
    “My address is 3
Silverado Drive. Why don’t you come over and see me?” I know he won’t do it. I
wait smugly, silently for his answer.
            “OK, I will be there in thirty minutes.”
            “Uh….”
            Shock, utter shock and terror shoot through my
body. What am I supposed to do now? He’s called my bluff. Is this what I want
to happen? I don’t know anything about this guy, even if he is my stepbrother.
    I rifle through my mind
for an appropriate response, or an excuse to make him not come over. Even if I was
going to allow him to come over, I’m not showered. I haven’t eaten. Oh, God,
what did I just do?!
    I’ve formulated the
perfect excuse about my lessons for the day. What comes out of my mouth, though,
surprises me.
            “Okay, see you soon.”
            My brain and my libido are at war. I know this
isn’t a good idea, but I can’t deny the fact that I want to be with him. I have
to see him again. Throwing down the phone, I immediately run into the shower.

        As I tear my clothes off in front of the mirror, I catch a glimpse of
myself and stop. Examining the bags under my eyes and my large ass, I give
myself a disgusted look. You need to work out more, girl, and get more
sleep. No time for regrets now—I clean myself up in record time and dry my
hair just as I hear a knock at the door.
            Butterflies swarm in my stomach. Taking one
last look in the mirror, I make my way to the door. Peering through the
peephole, I see Mick shuffling back and forth from one foot to the other. He’s certainly
not the only one who’s nervous.
    I take a deep breath and
open the door. There he stands, looking hot as ever. He’s wearing his usual
board shorts and flip flops, and his dirty blond, curly hair rests carelessly on
top of his head. His blue eyes peer at me as if to say, your move. I can feel
him staring into me. It’s as if he knows what I am thinking. A cocky smirk spreads
across his face.
    I back away from the door
as Mick enters the room like he’s stalking his prey. He lunges forward and catches
me around the waist. Staring up at him breathlessly, I’m unable to form words. My
lips part, as do his, when he finally comes in for a long-awaited kiss. As his
lips meet mine, a twinge of excitement courses through my body. All of my
tension drifts away.
            I breathe in Mick’s scent. He has a smell that
makes me trust him, it comforts me and makes me feel whole. It’s a fragrance I can
recognize with my eyes closed. In fact, my eyes are closed as I enjoy the
passionate kiss that Mick has been pressing on me.
    Mick backs me up over to
my couch and gently helps me down. His hands probe my breasts. He rubs and squeezes
them, causing my nipples to perk up to meet him. As he lays on top of me, he begins
to grind his already hard cock into me. Even through his shorts, I can feel the
enormity of his member.
    He leaves my lips and
began kissing my neck, and my eyelids flutter in a display of uncontrolled ecstasy.
He slips one hand under the back of my shirt and unhooks my bra. It makes me a
little uneasy at how expertly he