Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 143

Will

As I said the words, I was surprised to find that, not only did I mean them, but I also believed them.

McKenzie sagged against me, and I heard her sniffle.

“Honeybee, you’re going to ruin your make-up,” I said, pushing her back a bit. I took a handkerchief from my pocket and handed it to her.

She very carefully dabbed her eyes, getting only a little bit of mascara on the handkerchief. “Crap.”

“It’s fine. You can’t even notice,” I reassured her.

“I’ve just… been so worried about you,” she choked out. She cleared her throat. “It seemed like you were giving up.”

I winced. “I had a moment. I’m sorry.”

McKenzie touched my cheek. “We all have our moments. Just don’t let it happen too often, okay? My heart can’t take it.”

“Hey,” I grinned. “I’m the old fart here. It’s my heart that’s going to give out if anyone’s heart is giving out on us.”

She snorted. “Old fart my ass. I feel like I need to be getting in more cardio every time we have sex!”

I wiggled my eyebrows at her. “I can’t think of a better way to get in your cardio. Sure beats counting steps.”

McKenzie swatted me. “Not the point.” She reversed my handkerchief and found a clean spot, then licked it slowly.

Suddenly, I had new ideas regarding cardio. “What… exactly are you doing?”

“Getting the lipstick off your cheek, what do you think?” She wiped my cheek carefully with the handkerchief.

All I could see was her tongue slowly licking the cloth, and I stifled a groan. While I’d heard what Bran and Leopold had said as we left the hall, and been disgusted at the time, the horny teenager who had come to rest inside me ever since meeting McKenzie was now jumping up and down for attention.

“Maybe we should get back,” I wheezed, wondering if tonight was, indeed, the night I would finally have a heart attack. I was going to have to sit through the entire auction lusting after her and not be able to have her, after all.

“Do we have to? Those people are really unpleasant. No offense,” she said, making a face.

I chuckled. “Yes, they really are. And we’re going to be spending a lot more time with them at this and that function.”

She groaned. “Oh my God, being rich is torture. How do you put up with it all?”

“Simple. I have you.” This time, I kissed her lips, not caring about her lipstick anymore.

McKenzie squeaked. “But I just finished cleaning you off!”

“Tough. I’m not going to make it through the rest of the night without a little honey.” I kissed her again.

She laughed then stopped laughing when I kissed my way down her neck. “Will… can we really do it here?”

I hadn’t been planning to go all the way, but I was a starving man. I needed her. Desperately. “Please, say yes.” I knew I was begging. I didn’t care.

“But I mean… logistically…?” She tugged at her dress.

I bent down and smoothed her skirt all the way up to her waist. “Logistics handled.”

McKenzie swallowed then took the skirt from my hands and held it up herself. “You can’t tear these panties while we’re here.”

“But I can tear them later?” I asked hopefully, working the small swatch of fabric between her legs aside.

“Well, I know you’re going to tear them later. I’m not a complete moron. I’m just saying we’re going to need them to protect the dress while we’re here,” she said. “I don’t want to look like I peed myself.”

“Tearing them later. Got it.” I kissed her again, pushing two fingers inside her.

She moaned, her tight body getting wet almost immediately.

“Ready for me already?” I murmured in her ear. “Were you thinking about it, too?”

McKenzie nodded. “Ever since Bran said something.”

“Let’s not ever say his name again during sex. Deal?” I replied, frowning.

“Deal,” she said. She widened her knees for me.

I didn’t need a second invitation. I opened my pants and tugged her to the edge of the table, sheathing my rigid cock inside her.

We both groaned as she stretched to accommodate me.

“Put your arms around me. I’ve got the dress,” I managed between my teeth as I took the fabric and held onto it, and her hips, and started to thrust.

She whimpered and wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face there to muffle the noises she made.

I grunted, thrusting myself in her tight, wet heat over and over again.

“D-Don’t get the dress dirty!” she said through chattering teeth.

I chuckled. I could tell she was close. “We’ll do our best, won’t we, honeybee?” I rubbed my thumb over her clit.

“Mm!” She just managed to press her mouth into my skin before crying out her climax. She even gave me a little bite!

“That was naughty.” My orgasm hit me right in the back of the head, traveling up my spine from where we were joined. I came hard inside her, crushing my lips to hers to stop my own bellow.

We stayed there, panting, for a long moment. I would have been perfectly happy to go again or go home and forget the whole fucking event.

“We have to go back.” She interrupted my thoughts. “And be careful pulling out. We don’t want to get the dress.”

“I’d rather just go home and rip the panties.” I knew I sounded petulant.

McKenzie laughed and kissed me. “Me, too. But we’re being good for now, right?”

I thought of Ike, and then my grandfather, finding out we’d ditched the charity event. They might not say anything, but she was right. It would not be a point in our favor. “We’re being good,” I agreed grumpily.

“Here.” She handed me back her handkerchief. “Make sure we don’t get the dress.”

“You really like this dress, don’t you?” I teased, pulling out very carefully and cleaning us both up.

She shrugged. “It’s a nice dress. Probably the nicest thing I’ve ever worn.”

“There will be a hundred other dresses just as stylish and pretty,” I told her. “But, if you really like this one, I promise not to rip it off you when we get home.”

McKenzie rubbed the back of her neck as I got her underwear back in place and tugged her skirt down. “All this money is kind of a weird concept to me. I was sort of shooting for a middle-class kind of life, you know? Like most people. Your world is… yeah….”

“‘Yeah’?” I asked.

“Don’t tell me you’re jumping on team Ike about that.” She pouted.

“No, I mean, what about my world is ‘yeah’?” I asked.

She gestured around us in the near-dark of the small reception hall. “Just… it’s a lot. And I feel like I’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg.”

I gave her a chaste kiss and helped her down off the table. She wobbled even more on her heels, and I wasn’t sure whether to be proud of my prowess or chagrined that I’d made it even harder for her to walk. “It’s our world, for now. Honestly, I’d happily live in a cardboard box as long as I had you.”

“Would you like some wine with your cheese?” she laughed.

I laughed, too, while she took my arm. “I mean it, though.”

“I know.” She leaned up and kissed my cheek, causing her to crash against me.

“Let’s get you seated, shall we?” I chuckled, tossing the handkerchief in the trash. I held her up as we left the small reception room and headed back toward the main hall.

Gwendolyn was just coming out. She took one look and stopped us. “Oh no you don’t. You’re not going back in there looking like that. Both of you need to go to the powder room. ASAP.” Her eyes narrowed on me. “Your own powder room.”

“Do we look that bad?” McKenzie asked, patting her hair.

“Let’s just say everyone will know what you were doing. Come on, I’ll take you. It doesn’t look like you brought a clutch, so I’m assuming you didn’t bring any extra make-up to repair the damage?” Gwendolyn inferred.

“Er… no,” McKenzie mumbled.

Gwendolyn shrugged. “All right. We’ll be using mine. Mr. Masterson, we’ll see you in a bit.” She strong-armed McKenzie off me and supported her to the ladies’ room.

It was the first time I noticed McKenzie’s make-up was actually smeared. I’d been so busy imagining what we might do to pass the time in a cardboard box that all I saw was my beautiful honeybee and not the damage I’d done.

With a sigh, I headed to the men’s room.

I was somehow not surprised to see Bran there. He took one look at me and laughed. “I didn’t know you had such a wildcat! I’ll have to visit the U of M one of these days. Looks like it’s Girls Gone Wild over there!”

“Ha-ha.” I looked in the mirror and winced. Good thing Gwendolyn stopped us. I was sporting McKenzie’s lipstick on my face and neck. It must have all rubbed off her because it faded more and more as the marks continued.

There was even some on the collar of my shirt. I took a paper towel from the carefully placed dishes on the counter, ran it under the faucet, and got to work.

“My friend, that’s lipstick. The only way you’re getting that off your shirt is if you send it to the dry cleaner,” Bran chuckled.

I rubbed at the stain until it was a faint pink then grunted in frustration when, as he said, it wouldn’t come out any more than that. No matter how hard I tried.

“Don’t worry about it. I think people will be more distracted by that bite you’ve got on your neck. Rawr!” He continued to laugh.

“Please refrain from harassing McKenzie when we get back to the table. This was all my fault, and I don’t want her embarrassed because of it,” I said, frowning at him.

He held up his hands. “I won’t say a word. Maybe a few words. All right, I am going to rib you mercilessly, but I’ll leave her out of it. Mostly.”

I groaned. “Bran, please.”

“I tell you what. You promise to show up at my pool party Saturday, and I’ll even shut down Leopold for you,” he bargained.

With a sigh, I agreed. “Deal.”

“Excellent! She must have a great natural complexion. I’d have expected to see some more foundation on your jacket.” He grinned.

I looked in the mirror again and swore. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“That’s why you only get blowjobs at these things. Then you only need to worry about make-up in places you can cover with your jacket,” he advised me.

“You sound like an authority on the subject,” I said, not sure whether to use water or not to try to get the foundation off me.

Bran reached into his pocket and tossed me a small bottle. “Make-up remover. Dab, don’t rub. Since Sheila’s not here, I’m not going to need it. Works on all clothes. Then get it to the dry cleaner when you get home. And yes, I am an authority on the subject.”

I blinked at the bottle in my hand.

“You can thank me by bringing McKenzie in a bikini. It’s rare to see a homegrown hourglass figure these days.” He winked at me then quickly exited the bathroom.

A wise decision on his part.