Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 134

McKenzie

When I woke up, I was sprawled over Will. We were naked in the bed on the jet.

And he was inside me.

He was also snoozing quite happily with one arm thrown over his eyes and the other wrapped around my waist. I wondered if we’d passed out while I was riding him.

We’d certainly made love enough times for that to be the case!

I leaned down and kissed his neck, then noticed tiny flecks of blood on the sheets near his shoulder.

“What the…?” I murmured, leaning further to try to get a closer look.

“You’re a bit of a wildcat in the sack. You know that, right?” Will rumbled, and I jumped, his cock almost slipping out of me. He put his hands on my hips to prevent that.

“What do you mean?” I asked, making an inadvertent happy sound in my throat when I felt him swelling inside me again.

He chuckled. “You got my shoulders pretty good with those nails of yours.”

Nails? I looked down at the sheets again then felt my cheeks heat up. “Oh. Sorry.”

“Not a problem. I got you pretty good, too.” He sat up so I was straddling his lap and licked a spot on my neck. It stung.

Then I remembered basically begging him to mark me and my whole body turned pink. “Right.”

“No need to be embarrassed. It was a real turn-on,” he smiled. His hands slid from my hips to cradle my ass.

Will started to help me ride him, and I forgot all about his marks or my marks as I rocked against him, my arms wrapped around his neck.

The pleasure built inside me quickly, my body overstimulated from our previous sex, and I gave a little whimper as I got close to climax.

“It’s okay, honeybee. I’m there, too,” he groaned.

We came at the same time then kissed and stroked each other as we came down. He didn’t pull out right away, which is something I always liked about him.

I was flopped over his chest again, wondering if he was going to want another round and thinking I might be up for it, when there was a knock at the door.

Will grabbed the blanket and yanked it up over us. “What?” he grumbled.

“Door’s locked, Will,” Ike said cheerfully on the other side.

The man made my skin crawl. “Go away!” I blurted.

A loud, almost sinister laugh followed. “Feisty. I just wanted to let you know you slept through our layover at JFK, and we’re due to land in Minneapolis in about an hour. I thought maybe you’d like to… freshen up.”

“It’s creepy he knows we were sleeping,” I whispered to Will.

Will frowned and peered around the bedroom. His eyes fell on the alarm clock next to the bed. “Yes…” he grunted. “Creepy.” He yanked the cord out of the wall.

“Aw, what’s a surveillance camera or seven between friends?” Ike called through the door.

“Seven?!” I shouted, dragging the blanket closer to my chest. One was awful, but seven?! Really?!

“Ike, one of these days, I’m going to gouge your eyes out for looking at what’s mine,” Will said calmly, stroking a hand up and down my back.

The asshole’s chortling increased. I looked up at Will. He was dead serious.

Ike should not have been laughing.

“I’ll catch you two in an hour. Do everything I would do.” Ike padded away.

I felt gross.

“I’m sorry,” Will sighed. He kissed my forehead. “Do you want to take turns in the shower?”

Take turns?! With that asshole watching?! “No way in hell!” I protested. “I’m not going anywhere naked without you!”

“I thought you were going to tell me to find all the cameras before you’d get out of bed,” he replied, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

“Well, it’s not like we can find them all. Or that they’re removable. Or that he won’t just install more everywhere. I’ll bet your house is crawling with them,” I said, rather proud of myself for being so calm about it.

He snorted. “You’re not wrong. Especially now that I’ve rebelled. But that doesn’t mean it feels great.”

“I feel like I want to scratch my skin off. But I’m gonna hold back on that and just make sure I’m never naked without you around. I don’t know what that freak will do, and I don’t want to find out,’ I responded.

Will nodded and very gently pulled out of me. He kissed me as he did so, and I could tell he’d also been hoping for another round. But Icky Ike kind of killed the mood for both of us.

I flipped the covers off us myself. I wasn’t going to let that motherfucker beat me down with his seven little cameras!

“There are eight,” Will said as I crawled off him and out of bed.

“Eight? What, cameras?!” I gaped.

“At least. He just wanted to enjoy watching us scramble around to find seven, knowing there was at least one more that we’d never find or think to look for,” he continued. “It doesn’t really matter, but I thought I’d let you know.”

I scowled. “Fucker.” Then I squared my shoulders and walked butt naked to the bathroom like I was marching in a parade. “You’re right. It doesn’t matter.”

Will chuckled. “That’s my girl,” he said and followed me in.

***

Two rounds of shower sex later, and we were picking clothes up off the floor. Not our old tracksuits, but the clothes Ike had left out for us. They’d become a casualty of sex.

I was trying to find the least wrinkled dress of the four of them while Will did the same with his suits. “I hope these don’t come with heels.”

“They come with heels,” he replied. “I guarantee it. Why, you’re not a fan?”

I pulled on a magenta sleeveless dress with a pencil skirt that ended at the knees. “Farm girl. I don’t get a lot of opportunities to wear them. They make me wobbly.”

“You’re going to get plenty of opportunities now. Though I can try to negotiate for flats once we get home.” He poked his head in the closet and then swung the door wide, sighing. “All at least three inches. And mostly stilettos.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I muscled into the small space that he was occupying and looked down at the side-by-side shoe racks. There were a half-dozen loafers for Will but for me? Eight pairs of heels. “I can’t walk in those!”

He stared at the shoes for a while then kissed my cheek. “I won’t let you fall.”

I was touched. “Thanks.”

“Just pick out any pair you want. We just have to get from the jet to the car, then you can take them off again and throw them out the window, if you want.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry about this.”

I laid my hand over his heart. “Hey, none of it is your fault. You tried to do the right thing, and it backfired. I mean, spectacularly, granted, but it wasn’t your fault. I can deal with some cameras and put on some shoes I don’t like. I’ll live.” I kissed him. “I love you.”

Will smiled and captured my hand. “I love you, too.”

“Now, let’s get your tie on. Then we can be ready as soon as we land. The sooner we get off this jet, the sooner we can get to your house and pretend we have privacy,” I said.

“Pretend. You’re right about that,” he muttered.

By silent agreement, I tied his tie, and he helped me into my shoes. I took a step and wobbled right away, my ankle trying to make a break for it.

I frowned. “This is bad.”

He straightened his jacket then wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me up. “Better?”

I took a few cautious steps, clamped to his side as he walked with me. “Yeah,” I said. “Much.”

“Good.” He unlocked and opened the pocket door then shifted so he was behind me, holding me by the waist, pressed against his front.

“There you are!” Ike said, looking refreshed and in a different suit than he’d been wearing before. He raised a tumbler full of gold liquid at us. “You both look amazing. Well, good enough, anyway. We might need a stylist to come do your hair and make-up before the next press opportunity, McKenzie, but really, with what you had to work with in that bathroom, you look quite good.”

Will got me into a seat by the window, glaring at Ike. “She does look amazing, no stylist needed. And you shouldn’t be looking at my woman anyway.”

My woman?! My inner feminist burned her bra in protest, but I secretly kind of liked it.

“‘My woman’? Well, well, Will, that’s something I’ve never heard come out of your mouth before,” Ike chuckled, swirling his drink. “You act like you’re so progressive all the time.”

“You may progressively kiss my ass, Ike,” Will growled. He plopped down next to me on the aisle.

Even though Will had deliberately placed himself between Ike and me, Ike didn’t get the hint or didn’t care. He wandered over with his drink and sat down directly across from me, a small table the only thing separating us. “Will has been such a pain, McKenzie. I’m hoping, with you here, he’ll be a much better company executive. He’s going to be CEO one day, you know.”

“I’m sure he’s looking forward to it,” I replied, feeling the brush of Ike’s shoe against my ankle. I pulled my legs back as far as they would go.

Ike laughed. “I’m sure he isn’t, but that’s his grandfather’s wishes.”

“And what do you want, Mr. Freeborn?” I asked, wrinkling my nose in disgust as his socked foot traveled up my calf. He must have taken a shoe off. Ugh.

“Are you afraid I’m going to try to assassinate Will and take his place?” Ike winked at me while Will tensed beside me.

I took a deep breath and slapped Ike’s foot. He’d gotten to my thigh by then. “I’m a little afraid of that, yeah.”

“Yes. The proper way to say it is ‘yes.’ And, sadly, Mr. Masterson had the same idea and has made it impossible for me to inherit the company. But as long as Junior here is around, I get a very, very nice salary,” Ike smirked. “And the benefits aren’t bad, either.”

“Junior was my father,” Will said testily. Then he shoved his hand across my lap, grabbed Ike’s big toe, and twisted.

There was an unpleasant snap.

Ike yelped. “What the hell?!”

“She’s not one of your benefits. And I don’t think Grandfather would give a damn if you disappeared,” Will seethed.

“You are such a fucking bastard, Will!” Ike yowled.

Two bodyguards quickly came over, but, after several deep breaths and a swig of his drink, Ike waved them off.

“I don’t think you realize how much of a living hell I can turn your life into,” Ike hissed, leaning over the table to get right in Will’s face.

“I don’t think—” Will began angrily.

I squeezed his hand. “Let’s just… cool off, okay guys? Mr. Freeborn has learned his lesson. We don’t need to say things to each other that we’re both going to regret.”

Will and Ike glared at each other, and for a long, tense moment I thought for sure we were screwed, and Ike was going to throw us out the emergency exit.

Then Will sat back, and so did Ike.

“I can’t tell whether she’s a good influence or a bad influence,” Ike murmured, looking at me. “Either way, you didn’t give a shit about anything until she came along.”

“You’re wrong,” Will responded, rubbing his thumb along my wrist. I was pretty sure it was to calm himself.

“Oh?” Ike said. “And what else have you ever given a shit about besides football?”

“I give a shit that you and Grandfather are running illegal activities that are hurting people,” Will growled.

Ike rolled his eyes. “Your ethics are a bigger pain in the ass than you are. Look, it is what it is. You’re going to have to suck it up. Or your grandfather will step in, and none of us want that, do we?”

Will squeezed my hand harder and his nostrils flared.

I made a little yip without meaning to.

Will looked at me, then contritely let my hand go. “Sorry,” he said softly, patting my knee.

“You’re forgiven,” Ike smirked.

“I wasn’t talking to—” Will snapped.

“Sir?” A flight attendant walked over and addressed Ike. “We’re landing in ten minutes.”

“Thank you, Ariadne.” Ike stood with a wince and hobbled across the aisle to take a different seat. “Our Will here needs a little time to cool down and consider his future… and yours… don’t you think, McKenzie? Say, ten minutes?”

I put my hand on Will’s thigh to stop him from smarting off. “Sounds like a plan.”

Hopefully, ten minutes would be enough.