Claire

“What?” I snarled at Rogue as he stood still as if he was frozen in time. He stared at me as if I was a ghost.

I drink beer.

I take my shoes off when I get home.

Get over it.

It didn’t take a genius to guess what was going through his mind. It was written all over his face. Then again, in my profession we were trained to study body language. That way we knew what type of client we were dealing with and knew whether it was a high risk to take them on from the start.

“Sure,” he sighed as he awoke from his trance. “Pass it over.”

He was the only guy that I had ever had in my apartment. Not that I was a virgin. Just that this was a haven that I had never crossed the line on and let a guy enter. I had always felt if I did go down that road and let them in then they would know the real me.

The me I kept hidden.

Even from myself.

I walked slowly toward him and thought about this big bad boy. He had emerald eyes and dark hair, and when he took off his jacket, I saw he had a body full of tattoos. I started to wonder about his secrets. Rogue had felt like an open book until now.

When I told him that his dad was sick, that was the first time that I realized Rogue might actually have a heart.

“Come in. After all, this is your home too.” The words escaped my mouth and it felt weird saying them. It was one thing to sign and agree for him to live here. It was another thing actually doing it. Making it real.

I encouraged him to walk to the living room. I didn’t want to lead him to his room yet. His things were in there waiting for him. Call me crazy, but at that precise moment in time, the only thing I wanted to do was chat.

“Sure.”

He looked like a lost boy as he tried to figure out where to put his jacket.

“Put it on the hook.” I pointed.

He seemed out of place, like a dancer with two left feet, as he put his jacket on the hook and came into the salon part of the open-plan apartment.

“This is nice.”

I turned to look at him. I couldn’t figure out if he was talking about the apartment or having a beer. As I slouched on my sofa, I realized as his eyes never left mine, and that he was referring to me.

“Are you just going to sit there and stare?” I said boldly as I sat up and thought about getting the ground rules out in the open, before his fingers did what his eyes were doing to me right now.

He needed to act as if we were strangers. People who were in the same apartment but meant nothing to each other. Yet, as he cleared his throat and moved to the edge of the sofa, I had a suspicion that it was going to be harder for me than for him.

"Stare," he growled as he moved closer to me. He had been in jail too long. He didn’t want me. He just wanted someone to fuck. That was why he had called Kathleen. He knew he was coming to stay with me. He knew that I was going to pick him up. Why call her?

Cause he was desperate.

Rogue had never paid any attention to me.

Like, never ever.

Even when our parents got married, we’d hardly exchanged words. I’d tried to converse with him a few times, but he was working in a coffee shop and we just had nothing in common. Apart from the fact he made me wet as soon as he walked in the door.

My friends used to tease me about my hot stepbrother. We never had a conversation. Shit, what were we supposed to talk about? My time in college—the place Richard said that Rogue used to dream about going to play professional basketball? Or about law? The only thing Rogue was interested in when he started hitting the casinos was breaking the law. There was a sexual chemistry. But it was always one-sided.

His lips.

His thick body.

Shit, they used to turn me on. He was just out of jail, though. He should have been a complete turn off. Yet, for some reason, he was making me hot. Just like he used to when we first met. I needed a distraction. Something to make me think of something else.

Anything!

While my eyes shifted, trying to stay away from the hot, red-blooded man that was stripping off my clothes with his eyes, my phone rang, and like a cat in heat, I jumped up to pick it up. Normally, I would let it ring, but the way he was looking at me, the feeling that I had inside of me, meant that I needed to move quickly. Away from his body that was drawing closer to mine.

I could hear him sigh with disappointment as I left his side. I pretended I didn’t know what was going on as I grabbed my phone from my bag.

"What?" I screamed as I turned my back to him. I didn't want to see his hungry eyes. This couldn’t happen. I was supposed to let him stay to put him on the straight and narrow. Not to satisfy his withdrawal symptoms from being in the slammer for so long.

"Did you find him? Are you okay?"

It was Mom. Shit, I forgot to call and tell her that I found him and that all was okay.

"Yes, we're at home. How's Richard? Okay?” I quickly changed the subject, before she asked me what was going on with Rogue.

She paused while clearing her throat. I should have turned around. If I had, then I would've known what Rogue was up to. I was too busy trying to avoid him. I felt his hand around my waist.

"Sure, honey. Do you know when you guys are coming over?"

He bit on my earlobe ever so gently. Shit, why were my legs not moving away? Because it felt so good. Too good being in his arms.

I whispered, "Just going to freshen up and we’ll leave soon."

I didn't wait for her to reply. I dropped my phone and it slammed against the wooden floor. I could have broken it, but I didn’t care as he started to suck on my neck. I could have denied him. Told him to stop. But, who was I kidding?

He wanted me.

And I wanted him more.

* * *

I ran my fingers through his hair. He caressed my butt roughly, just the way I liked it. Even without any past experience of being in my bed, Rogue knew the buttons to press. The way to make me wet. The same man I hated a few minutes ago was becoming the one that I was lusting for.

It was as if his life depended on it, as if he knew I needed to be held with firmness and desire.

One yank and he took off my panties under my skirt. Wetness rushed between my pussy walls as he whispered my name between our kisses.

I had always thought about his thick lips against mine, but I hadn’t imagined he would taste so good.

Secret fantasies were always that.

The exception.

The ones that would turn out to be better than the real thing.

That was what had happened to me in the past, which was why I gave up on sex. It wasn’t as satisfying as I thought it would be.

A hot guy.

You fancy him and he fancies you.

That’s what happened one time, but when we had sex, it was nothing like this. There was no urgency. No dying for him to get his cock in. It just happened and then after that I swore off it. I never regretted it until now.

Being with Rogue, even just kissing, made me anticipate having his cock inside me more than any fantasy.

Our tongues rushed in and out of each other’s mouths. He used one hand to release his cock, and then pressed against me.

He inhaled a deep breath. Then, he held my arms above my head with one hand and used the other to push his hardness into me. I gasped for air, and then I cried out his name, “Rogue!”

Holding my butt, he thrusted his hips. I tried to steady myself with my arms so I wouldn’t drop as he pressed me against the door. He looked deep into my eyes as he moved closer to me, watching my reaction as he plunged his lips down to mine.

Probably waiting for me to tell him to stop.

This was wrong.

We were stepbrother and sister.

He had just come out of jail.

I was a lawyer, a respected one.

Not some girl that loved a bit of rough.

“What are you waiting for?” I growled, wanting him to know that I needed this.

Maybe it was lust. Sometimes I’d wondered if Rogue had gone to college, if he had become a professional player, would things have been different between us? Would we have had conversations where we could relate to each other?

One thing was for sure.

He never would have touched drugs. Never played at the casinos and if he did. Then, it would be with his own money. Maybe like all the other players, he would have had women crawling at his feet, but would he have paid them as much attention as he does now?

After we finished, after he fucked me, the curiosity would stop. I would no longer crave his touch, want his lips against mine, and most importantly, want his cock in my pussy.

“Are you sure about this?” he questioned. He looked taken aback, as if he was about to change his mind.

I couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t totally careless —he had a fucking heart. Feelings. Emotions. All the things that I never knew he possessed. It was having the reverse effect on me.

I should have seen him as being weak and run a mile.

Yet, I was so damn wet. A few minutes ago, I felt angry and confused. Until, I looked into his eyes and realized that I was kidding myself. There was only one thing I wanted, and that was him.

I nodded without hesitation, washing away the fear about what would happen after we had sex. The next thing I knew, our hot bodies were next to each other as he pumped me against my front door.

“Don’t stop.”

He moved his butt slightly back and then with so much force, he thrust inside of me. I cried so damn loud.

Fuck the neighbors.

I didn’t care who heard me. Right now I was in my apartment having the life fucked out of me by Rogue.

I was close to the edge when he changed his rhythm and slowed down. With every jerk, I cried out with joy. He rocked backward, then plunged into my pussy, even deeper inside. I welcomed it.

This wasn’t love. Just a fuck. Nothing more. All these years I had been secretly frustrated because I wanted Rogue. I knew that being in the slammer for nearly three years did things to a guy. Which was why he’d tried hooking up with Kathleen.

So, what did that mean for us?

Was I just a pussy?

The subconscious part of me wanted the answers to the questions. But the more he thrust inside of me and the closer I got to the edge, the only thing that was on my mind was coming.

“Fuck me harder!” I yelled as I reached the brink of my orgasm.

I screamed in frustration as he reduced his pace, making it slower and shallower. He smiled, knowing I was seriously aching. My clit was calling out for his touch, for relief only he could give.

He finally picked up speed, moving faster and rocking into me even more. Every time he pumped, I yelled, begging him to pound harder into me until I felt his come shoot up my spine, and we both cried out as we came.

We panted, and he released my hands. I tried to tidy myself up with as much dignity as I could find. He pulled up his zipper. Shit, why was I getting turned on so much when it was not what we were supposed to be doing? I nearly forgot the whole reason I was here in the first place as he held my hand and pulled me in the direction of my bedroom.

Rogue wanted more.

I should have tugged on his hand and told him that it was enough.

But when he said, “Where’s the bedroom?”

I found myself replying, “This way.” I took the lead to do everything to him that I had secretly fantasized. And I knew by the performance just now, it would put my secret fantasy to shame.