The Step Brother

Chapter Twelve

"Do you wanna go do something?" Harry asks as we lay together in his bed. His arm is wrapped around my shoulder holding me as I lay with my head on his muscular chest. Our free hands are entwined together on his stomach, making me regret waiting so long to stop denying the inevitable. My new favorite place in the world is right here, in his arms.

I look up at him and laugh. "You do realize it's five in the morning, right?" We've been laying here all night, talking, kissing, exploring each other's body's...

"So? I have somewhere I want to bring you." He says completely serious before leaning forward to kiss my forehead.

"Okay." I agreed. I don't know where the hell he wants to bring me this early in the morning, but I do know that I want to be wherever he is.

"Stay here." Harry says and gets off the bed. I watch him curiously as he pulls on clean boxers and a pair of blue jeans before leaving the room.

I lay on his bed, confused, yet content. I'm too happy to worry or think about what he's doing.

Harry comes back five minutes later holding a pair of my jeans, a white T-shirt, my leather jacket, a clean pair of underwear and a bra. "Put this on."

"Um, okay?" I wait for him to tell me where we're going as I get dressed. Does he realize it's almost 80 degrees outside? Why the hell do I need a jacket and jeans?

As I'm getting dressed, he pulls a plaid long-sleeved shirt from his closet and puts it on. God, he's sexy.

"Ready?"

"Yep." I smile and take his hand. "Are you going to tell me where we're going now?" I can't help it, I'm impatient.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." I answer without hesitation.

He replies with a quick, but passionate kiss before we continue down the stairs. When we get into the garage, I go over to my car waiting for him to unlock the doors.

"Not today," Harry smiles. "Put this on, baby." He hands me a helmet and I finally put everything together.

"Harry I am not getting on that thing!"

He ignores me and takes the helmet from my hands. "On."

I push his hands away so he can't put the helmet on my head. "No! I'm not riding on that death trap. Let's just take my car." He sighs and sets the helmet on the seat of his motorcycle to take my face in his hands. "Chlo, do you think I would let anything happen to you?"

I look at his eyes and see that he's clearly trying to reassure me nothing bad will happen. "I don't like them." I confess.

"Do you still trust me?"

"Yes." I do. I trust him with my life, really, but that doesn't mean I'm not scared.

He nods and leans forward to kiss my cheek. "Take your ponytail out."

I oblige and pull the band out of my hair so he can put the helmet on. Once he's done, he smacks my ass. "You look fucking hot."

I'm suddenly thankful for the helmet because it's hiding the blush I know is evident on my cheeks. He puts on his own helmet before he gets on the bike first and holds his hand out for me when it's my turn to hop on.

"Hold on to me, baby."

I do as I'm told and wrap my arms around his waist tightly. The vibrations of the engine travel through me as Harry starts the bike, backing out of the garage with his feet. Then slowly and smoothly, he pulls onto the street. My heart is hammering in my chest, my thighs gripping his hips tightly, but he's obviously taking it easy with me on here, and I love him all the more for it. After about ten minutes we're leaving the city, and I have no idea where we're headed... I also don't care. We drive for a few more minutes on a winding road up the side of a cliff, and stop when we get to the top where there's an empty parking lot.