Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 165

McKenzie

“Nothing serious?” I muttered to Will as Moose stitched up my father’s back. There was still some blood but less and less as Dolly wiped it away while Moose was stitching.

“Well, nothing life-threatening, anyway,” Will replied with a swallow. He was in deep shit, and he knew it.

I turned to face him. “What if it was me?”

“You?” he asked, confused.

“Yeah, me. With my stitches coming open and blood everywhere,” I said.

His jaw clenched, and so did his hands. Then they relaxed. “It’s not you. And your father’s going to be fine. Moose said so.”

“That’s not the point, Will. You’d be losing your ever-loving mind, wouldn’t you?” I accused, poking a finger in his chest.

He captured my hand. “Yes,” he admitted. “I would be losing my ever-loving mind.”

Mom knelt beside the bed, holding Dad’s hand. I gestured to them. “This is my family. It’s torture for all of us if one of us is hurt. You shouldn’t make light of that.”

“I wasn’t trying to make light of it.” He was hurt, I could hear it in his voice. “I just… didn’t want you to worry.”

“How was I not going to worry? My dad’s back was bleeding!” I replied.

Mom sighed and looked at us. “Can you two take this someplace else? I don’t want Caleb to have to worry about you two arguing.”

“We’re not arguing!” Will and I protested together.

“Your room’s upstairs. The one with the yellow. You might want to use it,” Moose said, not looking up from his work. “Your dad’s gonna be fine.

I started to argue, but Will did something I never expected. He grabbed me and tossed me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Will!”

“Sorry for any distress we might have caused. We’ll go work this out,” he apologized.

“You do that,” Dolly said, glaring at me when I started to struggle.

Dad lifted his head a bit, frowning at Will.

I realized we really were distracting him. I stopped struggling and gave Dad a reassuring wave. “We’re just going to go talk.”

“For Chrissake, do a lot more than that!” Dolly complained. “You gotta get the tension out. Don’t come back down here until you can be civil to each other.”

“We were just having a disagreement. We were perfectly civil!” I argued.

“Aaand on that note, we bid you goodnight.” Will carried me away from my parents’ bedroom and up the stairs just outside the living room.

“Goodnight? We’re going back just as soon as we’re done talking, mister!” I said, bouncing on his shoulder as we went upstairs.

“We’re not.” He poked his head into every bedroom until we reached the one on the right at the very end. It was dark outside but had four windows facing one direction, so I assumed our room must overlook the lake. “We’re done for the night. We’re upsetting everyone, and we’re not going back to bother them anymore tonight. In fact, I might just get up and make them breakfast tomorrow as an apology.” He set me down.

I sat down on the end of the bed, which was indeed covered by a yellow bedspread with tiny pink flowers on it. “You’re supposed to be apologizing to me.”

He frowned. “I just wanted you to feel better about the situation. Not to panic, you know? Moose would have said if he thought there was a real problem….”

“I’m not a baby. You don’t have to handle me!” I snapped. “I can manage my own emotions. A hug and an ‘I’m here’ would have been just fine!”

Will sighed. “Fine, yes. I won’t do it again.”

I nodded, thinking that was it. But he just kept staring into the darkness beyond the windows. “Do you not see how it was the wrong thing to do?”

“I do.” His answer was terse, and his body was tense.

“Are we fighting about something else I don’t know about?” I hazarded.

He shook his head. “No.” He went to the dresser and started opening drawers. “I’m hoping he’s got some kind of sleepwear in here.”

“For who?” I asked.

“For me. A T-shirt and a clean pair of boxers wouldn’t be bad.” He rummaged around in a drawer that held men’s clothes, pulling out a black T-shirt and checking the size.

“Why would you need to wear anything?” I was getting more and more confused.

“You’re going back downstairs, right? I figured I’d just turn in. I don’t think you should go down, but I’m not going to stop you,” he said.

That was certainly different from his earlier statement. “Look, just because I don’t want you to treat me like a baby doesn’t mean I don’t value your opinion. If you think it’s better that we stay up here, then we’ll stay up here. I don’t want to upset my parents any more than you do.”

Will paused. “I’ll find you a shirt. Here, you can have this one. It’s not big enough for me.” He handed me the black T-shirt.

I took it, reluctantly, and set it beside me on the bed. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” He went back to going through the different stacks of clothing.

I slid off the bed and put my hand on his shoulder. “Will?”

He stiffened under my touch. “McKenzie, let’s just get ready for bed, okay?”

I considered it. On the one hand, I wanted to respect his boundaries, though there had never been a boundary like this between us before. On the other hand, I didn’t want us going to bed mad. Option two won out. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my cheek against his back. “Please, Will? Please?”

With a long, frustrated breath, he stopped rummaging and turned in my arms so we were facing each other. “Are we family, McKenzie?”

What kind of stupid question is that?! “What kind of stupid question is that?!” I blurted.

“It’s not a stupid question. You were just saying how your parents are your family, and when one of you are hurt, it’s torture for all of you.” He looked me in the eye. “So I’m asking, are we family?”

“You’re… upset because I called my parents family?” I blinked at him. Then it dawned on me. “And didn’t include you.”

“Now you’re making me sound petty,” he grumbled.

“No! No. It’s not petty. It’s not.” I hugged him tightly. “Of course you’re family. Under the best circumstances, you would have always been part of our family. I never meant to say you weren’t.” I stroked his cheek. “You’re my someone.”

Will was silent for a moment. Then, he embraced me properly, burying his face in my neck. “It’s torture for me to see you in pain. I’m sorry about before. I wasn’t trying to ‘handle’ you. I just didn’t know what I could say to make it better, and I had to try.”

“I know. I know you had good intentions.” I stroked his hair. “And I never meant to suggest you weren’t family. I… can’t even begin to tell you how important you are to me. I love you. I love you so much.” The emotion was so powerful it brought tears to my eyes.

“I love you, too.” His head came up, and he thumbed away my tears. “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he said, even though his eyes were misty.

“I love you so much, I have to cry. There’s no other way of dealing with emotions this big,” I explained.

He cupped my face and kissed me. It was the tenderest kiss we’d ever shared.

When we broke apart, he did not go back to looking for clothes. In fact, as he held my eyes and deliberately began stripping off his shirt, I understood we were heading for a clothes-free event.

Thank God.

I wiggled out of the shorts and top I’d borrowed from Moose’s farmhouse. By the time I’d done that, he was completely naked and hard. For me.

“You’re still overdressed.” He smiled, slipping his fingers under a bra strap and dragging it down, kissing my bare shoulder where it had been. He did the same with the other one.

My need pooled in my underwear and even my mouth watered. “Will?”

“Yes?” He deftly, yet slowly, undid the snap on the back of my bra.

“I think if we don’t make love I’m going to die.” I gasped as he slid my bra down my arms and tossed it aside. Cool air hit my breasts and my nipples perked up.

He smiled, looking right at them. “We can’t have that, can we?” He palmed my breast.

I whimpered, pressing into his touch.

Will pressed soft kisses up my neck while taking both breasts in his hands and massaging my nipples. “Are you wet for me?” he asked hotly in my ear.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

“Should I find out for myself?” he continued, beginning to gently pinch my nipples.

With a moan, I nodded again. The situation in my panties was getting worse by the second!

He stopped his attentions to my breasts but pulled me against him so our chests rubbed against each other when we breathed. His cock rubbed between us as well, and I trailed my fingertips up and down his shaft.

Will groaned. His hands shook as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and dragged them down as far as he could without our bodies losing contact.

In a dexterous move I was rather proud of, I got my panties the rest of the way to the floor and kicked them aside.

His hand pressed between my legs. “I’m a bad fiancé. Leaving you needing me for so long.”

“I know a way you can apologize,” I said, grinning at him.

He gave me a cheeky smile of his own then slid his fingers up inside me. “Oh? I’d love to hear it.”

“Mm.” I wasn’t sure I was capable of coherent speech. “I… I want….”

“Go on. What do you want?” he asked, inserting a third finger as he rubbed my clit with his thumb.

“Ohmygod.” I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting for sanity. “You. Please, Will, I want you.”

His fingers withdrew, and I squeaked in indignation then squealed as he picked me up and deposited me on the bed.

“I love you, honeybee,” he whispered against my lips. Then he widened my legs.

Desperate, I helped guide his dick into my entrance, keeping my knees splayed wide as I did so.

Will joined our bodies with one sure thrust.

I cried out, digging my nails into his skin. I knew he meant to be tender, but the second that huge cock of his was inside me, I was catapulted straight past tenderness.

And so was he.

“Fuck,” he said, and, as his eyes squeezed shut, and a tremble of passion went through his entire body, I decided it was the highest compliment I’d ever been given.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing the nail marks I’d already made on his shoulder. “Take me. Just like you want to.”

He looked down at me. “Are you sure?” he panted.

I nodded.

Will kissed me hard and then began drilling me into the mattress.

I kissed him back, biting him a little.

He pulled back and pulled out, and I nearly screamed in protest. “What the—?!”

A strong finger touched my lips. “Don’t worry,” he said. “We’re nowhere near finished.”

“Then why—?”

Will pulled me up and turned me around, putting my hands around the bars of the wrought iron headboard behind us. “Hang on.”

I swallowed. “Oh God.”

“I think He’d approve.” Then he grasped my hips and pulled back so I was bent nearly doggy style.

“Will?” I asked, looking at him over my shoulder.

He winked at me, then, still holding my hips in his tight grip, shoved in hard.

That was all it took. I came with a yell.