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  “Maybe,” she shrugged. “Maybe not. But I’m kinda curious about something.”

  “All right.”

  She chewed at her lower lip, drawing his eyes to her lips, lightly glossed with cherry lip balm. “Why haven’t you ever had a relationship?”

  He cocked a brow up at her. “Huh?”

  “I mean, like, all the girls. Why all the girls? It’s like a parade of women you’ve been with. Don’t you want something more meaningful?”

  “God, Chirps.” He thrust a hand into his hair, not sure how to answer that. “You want the truth?”

  She laughed. “No, I want you to lie to me.” She gave his arm a playful swat. “Of course I want the truth.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Come on,” she said, nudging his knee with her own. “Spill it.”

  “I really don’t…”

  “Everyone has a strategy in life for everything they do, whether they know it or not.”

  He cocked a brow up at her. “That so?”

  “It is.”

  “Are you being the overachiever, as usual, and been digging into the psychology text books early?” A cocky grin spread across his lips. “Am I some sort of test project for you?”

  Laughing she shook her head, and then brushed a lock of dark hair from her eyes. “No, smartass. If you must know, it’s something Dr. Phil says. It’s not a direct quote or anything, I can’t remember the exact way he says it, but that’s the jest of it.”

  A roar of laughter erupted from him. “Dr. Phil, huh?”

  “Yup. But we’re getting off track. Why do you go through women like you do?”

  His smile faded. When the guys joked with him about it, it was all fun and games, but being called out on his doggish behaviour by Chloe was somewhat embarrassing. “I guess that –” He raked his hand through his hair again, not sure how to answer. “I just haven’t been with someone who has kept me interested beyond, ya know.” And it was the truth; he didn’t intentionally play the date and ditch game, it just happened.

  “Did it ever occur to you that perhaps you’re dating the wrong sorts of women?”

  “What do you mean?”

  She rolled her eyes, and then began twirling a lock of hair around her index finger, puffing her chest out. “Ah, well, like, um. Ya know. Like. Girls with no brains, but big tits.”

  “Hey, that’s not fair!”

  Chloe gave him a dubious stare.

  “They don’t all have big tits. I’m happy with any size, thank you very much.”

  Laughing, she gave his shoulder a shove. “You’re such a dick.”

  “You said you wanted honesty. I’m being honest.”

  Once her laughter stopped, her expression grew serious again. “Honestly, though. Why the women? Take that piece of work you had at your place when I arrived for instance.”

  “I’m not as bad as I used to be.” When she continued to look skeptical, he added, “Honestly, Chloe.” He sure as hell wasn’t about to tell her the real reason he’d had Sylvia there, to try and get her off of his mind. Maybe having her move in with him was a bad idea, but what choice did he have? Chloe was one of the hardest working, dedicated people he’d ever met, he couldn’t not do whatever he could to make her life easier.

  Her expression grew serious and she drew her bottom lip between her teeth again. “Then why not consider someone who could hold your interest? Your dick doesn’t always have to do the picking, you know. Maybe consider someone who can be a friend as well.”

  Damn, the way she was looking up at him, her dark eyes seemed to be hinting at something. If he didn’t know better he’d have guessed that she wanted him to kiss her. And dammit he was tempted. His cock was becoming extremely bothersome, if it could it would be doing somersaults in his pants, but it couldn’t so it settled for an uncomfortable ache instead.

  She swiped her tongue along her lower lip and he was seconds away from saying “fuck it” and claiming her for himself, be damned the consequences, but just as he was about to go for it an elderly couple entered the plot and just like that the moment was over. He pulled back and sighed.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Chloe

  Chloe was going crazy at home alone the next day. She'd spent the morning exploring Boston and the Cambridge campus to distract herself and get acquainted with the campus before classes started, but now that she was back at the apartment, waiting for Ryker to come home, she was going insane. Her mind kept going back to thoughts of him at the gardens. She’d been so sure he was going to kiss her, so sure and then the elderly couple showed up. The “what ifs” were killing her.

  She looked over at the digital clock on the stove; Ryker was due home in an hour. She needed to take the edge off before he arrived. Rushing into her bedroom, she knelt at the side of the bed and pulled the suitcase out from under it. Unzipping it, she reached into the inside pocket and retrieved her rabbit. She was thankful she had the foresight to bring her pink vibrator with her.

  "Don't leave home without it," she murmured to the empty room as she shimmied out of her yoga pants and panties and hopped onto the bed. Lying on her back, she turned on the rabbit. It buzzed softly, the penis section rotating while the bunny ears vibrated. Spreading her legs, she inserted the toy and adjusted it until the vibrating bunny ears pinched her clit.

  Right away, a low moan came from her as she closed her eyes and let the sensations rush over her. She envisioned Ryker, his body powerful and naked, lying next to her. She squirmed against the vibrating toy, her arousal rising quickly.

  She imagined the toy wasn't a toy at all, but his hands. His fingers stroking her inner wall as his thumb rubbed her clit. His mouth would be exploring every inch of her body, his lips and tongue teasing her neck and moving down to her collarbone.

  She moved and bucked against the toy, applying slightly more pressure to her clit. She moaned a little louder, imagining the feel of his hard body against hers.

  "Ummm. Oh, Ryker!"

  She arched her back as she came closer to the brink. She increased the intensity of the rabbit, imagining it was his fingers stroking her harder, faster. She whimpered, her heartbeat racing.

  Close, so close.

  She bucked harder and moved her hips faster, pulling the toy in and out of her at a frantic pace, very faint wet slapping noises sounding as her juices coated the toy and began to seep from her. Her body was in knots, coiling up, preparing for release.

  "Oh God, fuck me. Ohhhhh." A final wave of pleasure rushed through her as her pussy clenched around the toy seconds before her glorious release, coating the toy with her juices.

  She was basking in the final wave of orgasm when she heard the key in the lock of the apartment door.

  Her eyes flew open and she turned her head to check out the little black alarm clock on her night table. "Shit!" He was home early, and her bedroom door, which faced the front door, was open.

  Pulling the rabbit from her pussy, she scrambled to her feet and rushed to her bedroom door, closing it just as Ryker was opening the front door. Leaning up against the bedroom door, she breathed a sigh of relief. She'd cut it close – too close.

  Would it have been so bad? a voice in the back of her head asked. She didn't know, but if it went bad then she'd never have been able to look him in the eye again. And who knew, he may not have even been alone. No, she decided, it would have been very bad had he caught her.

  She laughed as she remembered the rabbit still buzzing in her hand.

  "Chloe, you home?"

  "Yeah. Just getting dressed. Be right out." Turning off the toy, she opened a package of antibacterial hand wipes and wiped her cream from the toy before storing it back into her suitcase and tucking the suitcase under her bed.

  Grabbing her yoga pants she pulled them on not bothering with her panties, instead kicking them under the bed, too anxious to see Ryker to bother putting them on. Besides, they were still damp with the evidence of her arousal.

  Looking in the dresser mirro
r she grimaced. Her face was flushed and her hair looked like she'd just gotten royally fucked. Quickly she raked her hands through her loose curls, trying to straighten and pat them down.

  Taking a deep breath in, she slowly released it and opened her bedroom door.

  "Took you long enough." Ryker looked at her from his seat in the center of the sofa, still in his uniform, a beer in one hand and the remote in the other. "What do you want for supper?" He found the channel he was surfing for, a sports channel giving the highlights of the weekend games, and dropped the remote onto the coffee table in front of him.

  Chloe shrugged. "Anything. I'll make supper. What do you want?" She started to make her way into the kitchen and only made it halfway there before she heard Ryker on her heels.

  "No, no. I can prepare supper." He rushed past her and made it to the kitchen before she did.

  Leaning against the kitchen archway, Chloe crossed her arms over her chest, eyes narrowing. "You don't want to eat my cooking, do you?"

  Opening the fridge, Ryker bent over gathering some ingredients, giving her a view of his hard ass in his uniform. Despite just having masturbated, she found the throbbing between her legs beginning. Cops turned her on regardless of who they were, but being that it was Ryker... It was like putting a raw steak in front of a hungry lion. It had been a while since she’d been with anyone, not like she was one to sleep around anyhow, but she’d been refraining from men simply because she knew she was going to be moving and didn’t want to deal with the heartbreak of leaving someone she’d grown close to.

  "I didn't say that." Straightening up, he had a handful of vegetables and a plate of two steaks.

  "Then let me cook and go relax." She strode into the kitchen and attempted to tug the bag of mixed veggies from him, but he held tight. “You’re the one who worked all day, not me.”

  "How about this, you cook tomorrow night."

  Chloe clucked her tongue off the roof of her mouth, considering. "I've gotten better, you know."

  "Didn't say you were bad." He turned and deposited the food onto the countertop.

  He didn’t say it, but he was certainly implying it, why else would he turn down the offer? "Fine. Tomorrow will be my turn. Promise?"

  He looked over at her and gave her a wink. "Promise."

  Chapter 3

  Chloe

  Dinner had been divine. Ryker was easily the best cook she'd ever known. It was no wonder he didn't want her to prepare supper. While he hopped into the shower, she proceeded to do the dishes and then flopped herself onto the sofa, grabbing the remote from the coffee table.

  She began to flip through the channels until she came to a show titled The Game Of Love, a reality television show where the contestants were thrown into a house with the goal to "hook up" and take home a grand prize. It was easily her favourite show and she was anxiously awaiting the results of last week's elimination. Her favourite was an NYPD officer by the name of Mason Compton. He was almost as sexy as Ryker – almost.

  Noticing Ryker's beer, which had barely been touched, she picked it up and took a long swig, putting her feet up on the coffee table as she reclined back onto the sofa.

  "What do you think you're doing?"

  Chloe jumped in her seat at the sound of his voice, so engrossed in the drama going on onscreen she hadn't even heard him come up behind her. Taking another drink from the beer, she turned and watched him come around the sofa and snatch the beer from her hand.

  "You're nineteen Chloe, last time I checked it was against the law to drink until you are twenty-one." He drank the remainder down and set the bottle on the coffee table, flopping down beside her.

  "That is such a crock, Ryker!"

  "It's the law. Besides, it was my beer anyhow."

  Chloe rolled her eyes at him and huffed, settling back against the sofa, her arms crossed over her chest. "So anal."

  "Give me the remote. I need to catch up on the sports coverage from the weekend." He put his hand out waiting for her to pass it over.

  "No. Go online. I'm watching my show."

  "Chloe." He gave his hand a little wave. "Remote."

  Turning so she faced him on the sofa she shook her head. "Not going to happen. I'm not watching sports recaps, the big elimination is coming up. You can watch sports recaps online, I can’t find out if Mason finds love, without spoiling the whole episode."

  Fighting over the remote and the television channel, just like old times, she mused.

  "Give it to me or I take it from you." He turned, his green eyes locking onto hers, his expression blank.

  She couldn't tell if he was truly annoyed with her refusal to give up the remote or if he was messing with her. Either way she wasn't giving up the remote. If the truth were to be known, a part of her wanted to see what he'd do if she pushed him.

  She inched away from him, holding the remote behind her back. Chewing at her lower lip, she shook her head, her dark curls flying out around her head. "Then I guess you're going to have to take it."

  His eyes held hers for a long moment, silence falling over the apartment. Without warning he lunged for her.

  She squealed, her dark eyes going wide in surprise as she half-slid, half-fell from the sofa. Scrambling to her feet she raced for her room, the remote clutched tightly in her hand.

  "Chloe!" He caught up to her just before she reached her bedroom. Grabbing her upper arm, he spun her around to face him and pressed her against the wall, his hard body pressed against hers. "There's no way you're going to be able to keep it from me, so pass it over."

  He'd changed into a pair of plaid boxers and t-shirt and whether he realized it or not, she could feel his dick, which was beginning to harden through their thin layers of clothing. She squirmed, her groin brushing against his semi-hard cock.

  Ryker's jaw clenched and fire flared up within his eyes. "Chloe. Please."

  She could hear the strain in his voice, and knew the "please" wasn't for the remote. He was fighting the same urges she was. On impulse, she slipped the remote down the front of her yoga pants and gave him a saucy grin, her eyes challenging him to take it.

  "Pass it over, or I'll retrieve it myself." He leaned closer to her, his lips a few inches from hers.

  She could smell the combination of soap and aftershave on him; it tantalized her, making her ache to move closer. "You want it? Then you know where to get it." She tried to keep her voice even, but she could hear the strain in her voice, laced with her peaking desire.

  "Don't do this, Chloe." He grabbed her hands, raised them over her head and secured both of her small wrists with one of his hands while the other slowly slipped down her side to rest on her hip.

  "Then walk away, Ryker," she challenged. She glanced down and saw the massive bulge, straining against the thin cotton. When she glanced back up and met his gaze, the fire within his eyes was so intense her pussy clenched and she could feel the dampness of her desire gathering between her legs.

  “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

  She didn’t answer.

  "Have it your way." Ryker hooked his thumb in the waistband of her yoga pants and ran it back and forth along the waistband, from one hip to the other then back to the middle.

  She gasped. Her body tensed; the anticipation was killing her. "All you have to do is take it, Ryker. I won't stop you." She waited on bated breath, she wanted with all her heart for him to lower his lips to hers, strip her naked and ram his cock into her. How many times had she dreamed of that moment? So many she couldn’t even count. She was embarrassed to admit that even when she was with other men, it was always Ryker she saw in her mind’s eye.

  He froze for a moment, as if in consideration, battling his desire. Finally, a low, feral growl sounded from the back of his throat and his hand slipped lower.

  Chloe inhaled sharply, her body tensing further. Grasping the remote, he slipped it from her pants and tossed it onto the counter behind him. His fingers returned to the waistband of her pants and his index fing
er tugged at the band, his eyes locked to hers.

  She could still stop him, she could tell he was waiting for her to protest, but she had no intention of it. She softly bucked against his hand, urging him to do what she could tell he was struggling to decide on.

  Breaking eye contact, Ryker leaned into her, his lips brushing up against her temple as his hand slowly slid down the front of her pants to cup her mound.

  "This what you want, Chloe?" His voice was deep, strained, his breath tickling the side of her neck and sending a shiver of arousal through her. “Don’t think I didn’t know you used Calvin to make me jealous. You gave yourself to him to get at me. The fucker gave me all the fucking details.”

  She moaned softly, closing her eyes and bucking against his hand.

  He squeezed her mound. "Say it. Tell me how much you want your stepbrother fucking you. Say it!"

  The way he said it sounded so wrong, but God help her it turned her on ever worse than she already was. "Yes. Please, yes."

  He groaned as he spread her moist pussy lips and slipped a finger between her soft folds. "Not good enough. Say the words."

  She swallowed down the lump forming in her throat; she knew what he was doing. He wanted her to see the consequences of what she wanted. He wanted the words to bring her to her senses so she’d pull away so he wouldn’t have to be the one to break the contact. But she knew the consequences, wrong or not, she knew and she wanted it. She’d been wanting for so long she couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t want him. "I want my stepbrother fucking me."

  "Ahhhh fuck, Chloe." He slipped two fingers between her folds and began to stroke the length of her slit from her ass to her clit, with each pass stroking her swollen clit. "So fucking wet for me. This isn't right. Damn, this is exactly what I’ve been trying to avoid happening. But I want you. You have no idea how much. The one woman I’ve wanted more than anyone else is the one I can’t have."

  A surge of excitement raced through her, he’d admitted it. He wanted her! “You can. God, Ryker, you can.”

  Despite his words he didn't stop, instead he pressed his middle and index fingers to her entrance and slowly entered her. She cried out, bucking against his hand and wiggling against the hand holding her wrists.