Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 56

-Caleb-

The first thing I noticed was that the door wasn’t opening. At least not much. This made the guard next to me scowl.

What I saw next made my heart beat fast. Jacey. My Jacey was in my apartment.

Sitting on the floor. Duct taped, in her lingerie nightie, with her mouth covered.

Rage simmered in my gut. “What the hell, guys? Who left her duct taped on my floor, huh?”

The guards just chuckled.

“Jacey, love, let me in,” I murmured, trying to reduce the fear in her eyes.

She finally recognized me, and her eyes welled up with tears.

“Jacey, honey, you need to get away from the door,” I said kindly.

Jacey nodded and rolled away across the wood floor so I could swing the door open. One guard came in behind me carrying a vetted bag of groceries.

I knelt next to Jacey, ignoring him. “Baby, let me get the duct tape off you, okay?”

Jacey nodded again.

I took her hands in mine and started at her wrists.

The guard tossed down a bottle of Goo Gone and then left the apartment, still chuckling. The door closed behind him with a low beep, telling me we’d both been locked in.

Since I didn’t want to hurt her, I began using the Goo Gone as I peeled back the duct tape.

“Mmm,” Jacey said, shaking her head and working her jaw.

“Oh. Sorry.” I very gently removed the duct tape from her mouth.

Jacey took a deep gulp of air then threw herself at me, sobbing into my dress shirt.

“Baby. Baby, I’m here. It’s okay,” I murmured, gathering her in my arms.

Jacey shook her head. “It’s not okay,” she croaked.

“What’s the matter, baby? Are you… pregnant?” I asked delicately.

“No. Will slit his wrists.” Jacey heaved a sob. “He’s dead.”

“Dead?!” On the one hand, that meant he couldn’t screw my Jacey, but on the other, he was my best friend. And he was dead.

“Yes,” Jacey replied hoarsely, hammering a spike of sadness and regret into my chest with that one word.

I stroked Jacey’s hair and back, trying to comfort her while I sorted out my own feelings. “He was a good man,” I said softly.

“It’s my fault,” Jacey whispered through her tears.

“How do you figure that?” I asked, frowning.

“I should have just let him. I should have been willing,” Jacey cried.

I took Jacey by the shoulders and pulled her away just enough so I could look in her beautiful green eyes. “Jacey, that’s not true. If anything, this is Masterson’s fault. He was trying to force both of you to do something you didn’t want to do.”

Jacey’s eyes filled with fresh tears. “Mr. Masterson was so angry. He killed the doctor. I thought he was going to kill me, too. I still think he might. Both of us.”

I pulled Jacey against me again. “I don’t know, baby. But I do know I love you, and now that you’re here, we can face whatever comes together.”

Jacey clung to me, and I kissed her hair. I buried my nose in it, drawing a deep breath. This was my Jacey. She was here, in my arms.

Then I remembered the duct tape. “Here, love. Let’s get the rest of this duct tape off of you.”

With a wet sniffle, Jacey held out her wrists again. I worked the duct tape off with the Goo Gone.

I did the same with her ankles.

Jacey straddled me, and I held her close, the fabric of her lingerie slippery under my fingers. I trailed my fingertips over the vast expanses of bare skin between scraps of lace.

“Caleb?” Jacey asked softly while I splayed my fingers low on her back and thought about how she was mine. I didn’t have to share her with Will. And then the selfish thought tunneled a hole in my stomach. My thoughts went back and forth that way.

“Caleb?” Jacey said again.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts. “Yes, my love?”

“Do you… want to?” Jacey asked, her lower lip trembling, her eyes vulnerable.

She needed the grounding and escape that came with sex. So did I.

“I don’t have any condoms,” I told her.

It hung in the air between us.

Jacey stroked my cheek. “That’s okay,” she finally decided. “It… it would be okay if…”

“Oh, baby, I love you,” I murmured and kissed her.

Jacey started unbuttoning my shirt. I helped with the cuffs blindly, both of us fumbling as we tried to kiss and strip at the same time.

“I love you, too,” Jacey said when we came up for air.

We didn’t stay that way for long. I bunched up my shirt and put it behind her head as I laid her back on the wood floor. “Baby, is this okay? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, but I’m also not sure I can make it to the sofa.”

Jacey undid my pants and slipped her hand inside my silk boxers. My dick strained in her hand, excited Mama was home.

I couldn’t stop kissing her. I possessed her mouth with my tongue. I wanted to possess her everywhere. She was my Jacey. Mine.

I roughly pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers up inside her, making her moan into my mouth. Her need coated my fingers, but I knew this would be her first time since having a baby, and it had been only four weeks since she gave birth. So I made very sure she was ready before pushing the head of my cock up against her entrance.

“Caleb,” Jacey mewled, arching for me.

I slid my hand up under her camisole and found her breast. I teased her nipple and pushed my tongue into her mouth slowly, yet desperately, the same way I pushed my cock into her body.

“Oh, baby, you feel so good,” I remarked against her lips.

“Can you go slow?” Jacey asked, clinging to my bare shoulders.

“I can try. But I’ve missed you so much. I don’t know how successful I’ll be,” I confessed.

“Okay.” Jacey let me set the pace.

I thrust slowly and gently into her, holding back the lust that burned within me. Jacey had almost been with another man. I’d basically begged her to.

But Will had thwarted Masterson’s plans with a couple of simple slices, and now Jacey was with me again.

My thrusts became deep and possessive. Jacey whimpered but hung on, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“Caleb,” Jacey moaned when I moved my hand down to rub her clit.

“Baby, I’m gonna fill you up. You just come for me, okay?” I said, thrusting hard and grazing my teeth up her neck.

Jacey came with a cry, her whole body shuddering, her inner muscles gripping around my cock.

I pushed as deep as I could and spurted hot cum into her, knowing full well we might be making a baby. It gave me a whole new sense of purpose.

When I was finished, I kissed Jacey and gently pulled out. She made a sound of protest until I got to my feet and tugged her up into my arms. “Let’s go somewhere a little more comfortable, shall we?” I asked.

“Okay.” Jacey slid her hand into mine, and I walked her to the bedroom.

I threw back the covers, and Jacey sat down on the cool sheets. She crooked her finger at me, beckoning me.

Nothing mattered now except making love to Jacey. There was no outside world. No Masterson. No dead Will. No imprisoned parents. Only us.

And I intended to keep us on that cloud for as long as possible.

I prowled over her and kissed her. Jacey reached between us and began jerking me off, getting me hard for another go-round.

She didn’t want to return to reality any more than I did.

When I was ready, I stopped her with a hand on her wrist then clasped her hands over her head while I sank into her sweet, wet warmth.

“Baby, tell me if I make you sore,” I whispered against her lips as I started to thrust.

Jacey’s whole body shook as this time. I didn’t hold back. I needed this. We needed this.

“Kiss me,” Jacey begged as I watched her breasts bounce, her nipples peaked and calling my name.

They would have to wait. I fused my lips to hers, and she sucked my tongue into her mouth while her body took my hard thrusts.

I felt her come around my cock and groaned as I found my own release, giving her my semen as deep inside her as I could go.

“I think I should get you pregnant,” I panted, kissing her neck and finally able to fondle her pert nipples. “On purpose. Then maybe Masterson will stop obsessing over you.”

Jacey’s arms descended from over her head to wrap around my neck. “You want to give me a baby, Daddy?”

I shivered when she called me ‘daddy.’ It was so fucking hot. “Yeah,” I said, putting my hand over her belly. “Daddy’s gonna put a baby right here.”

Jacey bit her lip, and her eyes swam with tears. “He or she won’t be a replacement for Will Jr.”

And in that moment, I remembered the biggest reason I wanted to kill Masterson—the look on Jacey’s face when he took our baby away.

“I know, baby,” I murmured, kissing Jacey softly. “Nothing can replace Will Jr.”

“We’re going to get him back someday,” she said desperately. “Right?”

“We’re not going to rest until we do,” I reassured her.

“Good.” Jacey looked at me with warm, adoring eyes. “I missed you, Caleb. So much. I hurt every day.”

I kissed her. “Me, too. I hurt every day without you.”

“Let’s not ever be apart again,” Jacey said.

I sighed. “I suppose that depends on what Masterson has in store for us.”

Jacey hugged me tighter, using both arms and legs. “Let’s not think about him. Not until we have to.”

I grimaced. “I have to work for him tomorrow.”

“Ew,” Jacey responded sympathetically.

“But it will be a lot easier knowing I’ll have you to come home to,” I added.

“I’ll be waiting,” she smiled.

“I’ll also probably find out more about our current situation at work tomorrow. Unless Masterson doesn’t come in,” I muttered.

Jacey frowned. “You’d think he’d take some time off for the death of his son.”

“This is Masterson we’re talking about here,” I said.

“Still. I mean, even to look good in the public eye,” Jacey suggested.

“I suppose there is that. I—”

There was a buzzing in my pants. I groaned, realizing I never really got them all the way off.

“I have to take this,” I said to Jacey. “It’s always Masterson or one of the assistants.”

Jacey nodded, and I pulled the phone out and put it to my ear. “Yes?”

“Caleb. I can see you’re enjoying your present.” Masterson confirmed he was watching. But then, he was always watching.

“What do you want, Masterson?” I asked.

“Straight to the point. That’s good.” Masterson’s words lacked some of their usual glee. I wondered if he really was affected some by his son’s suicide. “I’m giving you the month off. I’m going to be working from home, and I know you’re going to be working hard on getting our pretty little Jacey pregnant again. We have to keep up appearances, you know.”

“Of course,” I replied sarcastically.

“To that end, you will, of course, not be telling tales at work. Or to anyone, for that matter. I can still hurt your family,” Masterson threatened.

“I kind of figured there would be a gag order in place. So, what’s the plan for us? Are you going to kill us?” I asked.

Jacey squeaked underneath me.

“I haven’t quite decided yet. You are a very good assistant,” Masterson said.

“Great,” I replied.

“And I’m sure we can find something for Jacey to do,” Masterson continued.

“Well, she won’t be doing you, so you can get that idea out of your head right now,” I said.

I could almost hear his indifferent shrug. “It wouldn’t matter if she did. I’ve had the snip. And I don’t plan on getting it reversed just to antagonize you. I have bigger fish to fry.”

“Gee, thanks,” I grumbled.

“You’re welcome. Speaking of bigger fish, I will need your help planning the funeral. I think you were more in touch with what Will liked,” Masterson said.

I was about to return with something sarcastic, but Jacey put a hand on my arm. I blew out a long breath. “I’ll do what I can.”

“Wonderful. I’ll forward you the details, and you can take care of the small touches,” Masterson told me.

It occurred to me that Masterson knew nothing about his son. I would be the one deciding on colors and themes.

I looked down at Jacey who was stroking my arm.

“Yes, sir,” I said. This was the least I could do for my friend.