Prologue

Chloe

I hate how nervous I always get when I see my stepbrother. It’s not helping that I’m alone. Normally my mom or stepfather Bruce would be with me. He and my mom have been married for over five years, and in that time, I’ve only seen my stepbrother Paul a few dozen times. Even then, it was always for an event or party.

By the time our parents got married, he was in college and had already moved out of the house. He didn’t seem happy about their marriage in the beginning, but over time, he has warmed to my mom. To me? Not so much. No matter how hard I try he always seems annoyed.

I kept it hidden from my mom and Bruce how rude Paul could be. Clearly, he didn’t want me around, and I didn’t want to cause waves. My mom has never smiled so much in her life since she and Bruce got married, so I kept my mouth shut. Paul isn’t around much, so I let it go even though I still try to win him over in the rare times we are around each other. Somehow doing that seems to make it worse.

Then a month ago, things changed. I got into a culinary school I’d been dying to go to, and it happened to be in the same city Paul lives in. He works at the family’s financial firm here in New York. Both my mom and Bruce said it was perfect, and since Paul has so much room, I could stay with him.

After that, I finally broke down and told my mom that Paul doesn’t like me. She said I was being silly and living together for six months would be the perfect time for us to bond. I thought she might be right until I talked to my stepbrother the following day. He made it clear to me he wasn’t happy about this, and I was to stay out of his way.

So that’s exactly what I plan on doing now that I’m on my way to New York. I’m going to go to school and then spend the rest of my time in my room or exploring different restaurants. I have a list that’s a mile long of places I want to eat.

My phone chimes with a text alert from inside my purse, and I shuffle through the giant bag to search it out. Slippery bugger always goes straight to the bottom. My mom teases me about my purse and how big it is and everything I keep inside it. I tell her that I never know what I might need.

Paul: It’s Friday. My night to host poker night. You should make some of your snacks if you want.

I stare at the text wondering if my stepbrother sent it to the wrong person.

Me: You know this is Chloe, right?

Paul: I texted you, didn’t I?

Me: Yeah. I thought you said to not be around.

Paul: It’s fine

I smile at the text and hope that he might be coming around. Everyone knows how much I love to cook. Maybe this is a welcoming gesture of some kind.

Paul: Just don’t be weird.

He thinks I’m weird?

Me: I won’t be weird

Me: Well, I mean I’ll try my best not to be!

I can totally not be weird.

Me: What do I wear?

Paul: Why the hell would I care?

Right. I chew on my bottom lip, thinking over my options. I’m guessing it will be a bunch of guys. My stepbrother is almost ten years older than me, but I’ve never met any of his friends. While I'm thinking it over, my phone goes off again.

Paul: Something without animals on it.

I glance down at my pink sweater with a kitten on it. I guess I’ll need to change. Do I wear that many clothes with animals on them?

“We’re here, miss,” the driver says as the car rolls to a stop in front of the brownstone. It’s still hard to get used to the wealth my mom’s husband has even after all these years.

The driver gets out, and I hurriedly gather my things. I want to get inside and change before I see what food Paul might have on hand. Knowing my mom, she likely called ahead for a grocery order for me.

“I’m sorry,” I tell the driver when I get out and see him struggling with my luggage. “Let me help.”

“If you could get the door.” He nods toward the porch steps. I start to search for the key Bruce gave me before I left for my flight this morning. By the time I find it in my bag, the driver has all three of my bags on the porch.

“Sorry,” I say again when I slide it into the lock but it doesn't turn. I wiggle it a few times, but nothing happens. The driver lets out a sigh, and I mutter another apology just as the door is pulled open from the inside.

Standing there is a tall man with broad shoulders who in no way could be my stepbrother. I drop my head back to meet his dark gaze, and I realize how extremely handsome this stranger is.

Oh crap. What if this is the wrong house number? That is definitely something I’d do.

“I think I⁠—”

“You’re Chloe?” His brows pull together, and I nod. “Paul’s stepsister?” I nod again, wondering where my words have gone. I’m not typically at a loss for them. “Here, let me get those.” He opens the door wider and grabs my bags.

“Thank you,” I finally manage to say as he easily picks them up like they’re filled with air.

“You’re welcome.”

“And you are?”

“Sawyer.” He pulls out his wallet, and before I can say anything, he tips the driver. “I play poker with your brother.”

“Oh, I can⁠—”

“I got it, kitten.” He gives me a half smile before pulling the useless key out of the lock and closing the door.

“Did you call me kitten?” His eyes drop to my sweater, making my cheeks heat, and then I blurt out. “I’m going to change. I swear.”

“I like it,” he says, and I smile up at him. At least it doesn’t sound like he’s teasing me. “You’re not what I was expecting.”

Ouch.

“That’s not a bad thing,” he says quickly and then runs his fingers through his hair. “Shit.”

“Are you cheating?”

The question comes from behind us, and we turn around to see four other men coming down the hallway in our direction. One of them is my stepbrother, who lets out a chuckle of amusement.

“I didn’t think Sawyer was even in on it,” another grumbles.

“All of you shut the fuck up,” Sawyer barks at them, making me jump. They all stop talking, and I glance up at Sawyer. “Sorry, kitten,” he says and grabs my bags. “Which room is hers?”

“Third floor. Second door on the right,” Paul tells him, then smirks.

“Hi.” I do a little wave in Paul’s direction, but he only raises his chin in acknowledgement.

“Come on.” Sawyer nudges me along.

“You don’t have to do that. If you’re busy.”

“I’m not busy.” Sawyer nods for me to go on and then follows me toward the stairs.

“Take your time,” Paul says, and I feel like I’m missing something. Paul is the one being weird now.

“Ignore them, kitten. Let's get you settled in.”

“Mmkkay,” I agree, thinking this might not be as terrible of a stay as I thought.

Sawyer

“Please, Sawyer, please,” Chloe begs as she rocks her hips. I’m still fully dressed but her dress is hiked up, and her panties are long gone. She’s straddling me while I sit on my bed, and it’s all I can do not to give in.

“I’ll take care of you, kitten,” I whisper in her ear. “You know I always do.”

She’s quick to shake her head in frustration. “No, I don’t want you to make me cum and then that’s it. I want your cock inside me.”

The little whine at the end is enough to make me close my eyes in pain. “Jesus.” I shake my head. “You can’t talk like that.”

“Please.” Her mouth moves to my neck, and I feel the warm slide of her tongue against it.

“Not yet,” I tell her gently, but it sounds weak even to my own ears. I’m close to breaking, and she can sense it. We’ve been together for six months, and until now I’ve refused to go further than this.

“Why can’t we just fuck?”

I lift her off me so quickly she screams playfully before I pin her on the bed under me.

“Watch your mouth.” I glare at her, and the little brat reaches between my legs and cups my length.

“I’m sure you could think of better things to do with it.” She wiggles her eyebrows before I snag her wrist and pin it on the bed above her head.

“You know what I want, and it’s not just a fuck.” This time when I give her a stern look, she bites her bottom lip. “Say it, and you can have anything you want.”

When I push her dress up, the bottom half of her is exposed, and I use my fingers to spread her pussy lips. They’re slick with need, and I know the way her breath hitches isn’t because she’s shy. In fact, she loves this part. The first time I told her I was going to have an oral fixation when it came to her, she didn’t know what it meant. After licking her pussy all night, she finally understood. Now it’s hard for me to go a couple of hours without having a taste, and apparently it’s made my innocent girl into a horny, cock-demanding monster.

“Sawyer,” she moans when my fingers circle her clit, and I bend down to kiss her.

“Tell me,” I say against her lips before kissing her again. Deciding she might need a little encouragement, I bring her hand back to the front of my jeans and let her feel how big and hard I am for her. “Is this what you want?”

She nods as I unbutton the top and then open the zipper. Her eyes widen as I let her hand reach into my boxer briefs and pull out my cock. This is farther than we’ve ever gone before, and her touch makes cum leak from the tip. The creamy drops land on her bare pussy, and my dick throbs at the sight.

“Say it, kitten,” I tell her as she slides her hands up and down. “Give me what I want and I’ll put it right where you want it.” I push two fingers into her tight little cunt, and they come out soaking wet. “Look at how greedy you are for it.”

Her lips part as she tries to wrap her hand around my shaft, but it’s almost impossible. “Just this once?” she asks before guiding the tip to her entrance. I let her have the briefest brush against her opening before pulling back and shaking my head.

“Say it,” I order, and her eyes lock on mine.

“I’ll marry you.”

The words take a second to register, and when they do, my smile is victorious. With one quick move, I rip her dress the rest of the way off, and she squeals with something like shock and delight.

“Say it again,” I demand as I rip off my own shirt.

“I’ll marry you!” she practically yells at me, but she’s smiling too.

“Damn right you will.” Reaching for the bedside table, I pull out the box I’ve had for almost exactly six months. “What did I say to you the first time I proposed?”

“That you wanted me to wear your ring the first time we made love,” she says, repeating my exact words.

“It’s not just fucking to me,” I tell her as I take the ring out of the box and slide it on her finger. “You mean more to me than that, Chloe. You’re my everything. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sawyer,” she says as she looks at the diamond and then at me. “My mom is going to kill me.”

My laugh is deep as I kick off my jeans and finally get completely naked. As I start to climb on the bed, her eyes land on my cock, and she looks a little afraid.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get it in there,” I tell her, pushing her knees open and burying my face against her pussy.

I need the taste of her in my mouth before we go any further, and she’s already so worked up it only takes a few quick licks to make her cum. She rocks against my face, and when she starts to come down, her fingers loosen in my hair.

Before she has a chance to catch her breath, I move up her body and slide my cock between her soft folds. Her entrance is warm and wet, and she squeezes me just right as I sink inside.

“You’re mine, kitten,” I tell her between kisses and push in a little more. “I’m going to cum in you as much as I want.”

“Oh god,” she hisses, and I feel her nails dig into my back.

“This is what you wanted. Remember? You wanted to fuck my cock.” She clenches around me when I get all the way inside. “That’s my girl.”

“I’m so full.” Her voice catches, but she spreads her knees wider.

My cock swells as I pull out and then thrust back inside. She’s so goddamn perfect, and I knew this would be too. I thrust harder and deeper, and my beautiful Chloe begs for more. She was made for me, and I’m never letting her go.

“You’re going to marry me tomorrow,” I grunt as my cock strains to cum. I feel her squeezing me, and I know she’s closer.

“What?” Her eyes snap open and she stares up at me.

“Tomorrow.” I reach between us and rub her clit. “I’m not giving you a chance to change your mind.”

“Yes,” she moans, and I don’t know if it’s because it feels so good or she’s agreeing, but either way, it isn’t up for debate.

“That’s it, kitten. Milk it out of me.”

Her pussy grips me tight, and then I feel her release. A warm rush of her sweet honey drips down to coat my cock, and I can’t hold back any longer. I bury my face in her neck and thrust into her as far as I can go. My cock throbs as it pumps cum into her, and it feels like my whole life has led to this moment.

“I love you,” I tell her over and over as I hold her so tightly she’ll never be able to leave me.