Saved By My Step-Brother

Chapter 3 - "Are you down to ditch this party?"

- Present Time -

"Hey guys, welcome!" Jessica greeted warmly as Mike entered the home with William tailing behind him. As Mike went in for a hug, Jessica returned the embrace politely, and did the same to William who secretly blushed from women contact. He was going through his beginning stages of puberty, where girls and their private area was all the boys could think about, and the simple act of hugging got his hormones to race. As he felt her breasts against his side, he could barely hold himself from saying something about them.

Mike glanced towards her stomach, "Everything with you and the baby okay?"

Jessica nodded rapidly, "Yes, she's been very healthy and were due in a few months so everything is positive."

"Glad to hear," Mike smiled before grabbing William's wrist and pulling him inside the home. Instantly, when he marched towards the living room, his heart warmed when he spotted all his old friends. Cole had grown a bit chubbier, but was still as comical and friendly as before. Liam had the same old habits, partying until the black covered his vision, but being a bit older, he decided to hit harder drugs and liquor than his younger years. Dave and Hanzo both waved their drinks towards Mike, who approached them and hugged them both at the same time. He greeted them excitingly, and waved towards James who was talking to a woman at the balcony exit from the kitchen. Eric's home was average, did not portray a millionaire and it was very relaxing. Although it was different from the rich folks usual landscapes, all of them felt much more at ease and down to earth when they arrived to Eric's home.

They all greeted William as well, a few hugging him as they knew him since Mike brought him to a few of their hangouts, but the thought of August always returned when he was around. He had the same features; sharp eyes with curled hair, pointed slim nose with high cheek bones. Even the manner he smiled was a reminder of how August was, and a few of them scratched their head uneasily as they observed him march through to the kitchen.

As he disappeared behind the double doors to the kitchen, Cole leaned over towards Mike discreetly, "Has he spoken about her, at all?"

As Mike downed the beer he had found on the table, he shook his head and gulped, "He doesn't even remember her that much."

Cole bit his bottom lip, "I still think about her from time to time."

"I have to tell you something later," Mike initiated, but when Cole's eyes brightened, Mike pointed a finger onto his chest, "I said later."

Cole excitingly nodded his head, and that was when Eric entered the living room, embracing his brother who had decided to arrive terribly late. "Thanks for showing up?"

Mike snickered, "You told me late afternoon."

"Emphasis on afternoon," Eric laughed, "Not late."

"Either way, I'm here aren't I?"

"What's up Eric?" William greeted from behind him, a soda bottle in his hand.

Eric smiled brightly, "Hey buddy, nice for you to show up."

"Mike was taking his sweet ass time, I was f*****g annoyed," he hissed, narrowing his eyes towards Mike who rolled his eyes.

"At least I look handsome; you look like someone took a s**t on you," Mike insulted.

William's face softened as he turned away, "Do you always have to be so mean to me?"

Mike raised his eyebrows, leaning towards his younger step-brother and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, "I'm f*****g joking. Stop being so sensitive—"

"Hey William!" They both heard from the living room, and as they turned their heads, William's eyes brightened excitingly.

"Rami," he replied enthusiastically, walking towards his friend and shaking their hands. Rami was James' half younger brother, and they were about the same age. He was a few years older than William, with full black hair and burgundy eyes, and his eyes were always sharp, as if he was glaring. However, Rami was one of the nicest man ever, except that his anger was not something most wanted to experience.

Rami was no idealistic child. He dropped out from school at nine, became affiliated in gangs by the time he reached ten, and now being sixteen years old, selling drugs and doing illegal workings was the only thing providing him money. He had been kicked out from James' home, and returned a few months prior to turn his life around. However, he never really turned it around, just became better at hiding what he was doing.

"You want some beer?" he insisted, grabbing a can for William who shook his head.

"Mike said when I turn sixteen."

"I started drinking at eight; he's not even your dad, and you can do whatever you want," Rami chuckled.

William appeared uneasy, but he tilted his head, "You think I should?"

"Hell yea—"

"Should what?" Mike had been overhearing their conversation as he chatted with Eric, and was not exactly approving of what Rami was initiating. He placed a protective arm over William who seemed to suddenly feel nervous, and Mike eyed them suspiciously, turning his gaze to Rami who raised an eyebrow, no fear of Mike at all.

"He should grab a beer," he said with broadened shoulders. Rami was tall for a sixteen year old, but was not built nor as intimidating as Mike, who had acquired his scars and seemed to be a savage.

Mike began laughing, "Yea, you f*****g wish."

"You let me drink before though?"

"I let you understand what it is, as well as drugs," Mike fixed, narrowing his eyes towards William, "Not do it for fun."

"He's not a kid anymore," Rami defended, and William nodded his head in agreement.

Mike raised his eyebrow, "Coming from a kid?"

"And even if he was, I started drinking at eight, it's not that big of a deal."

"And look how you turned out." William snorted at that comment, and Rami bit his bottom lip angrily. He glared at William before raising his eyes towards Mike who snickered, and soon enough, he grabbed William's sleeve and yanked him away from Mike, pulling him towards the backyard while Mike smirked. He waved a hand, "No alcohol or William's never seeing you again!"

He heard feminine giggles behind him, and when he turned around, he was instantly starstruck, his eyes unable to look away from her. Ella raised an eyebrow in his direction, puckering her lips. She was wearing a long tight black dress, and very light makeup, only to enhance the blue from her eyes. Mike lifted the beer to his lips nervously, attempting to stop staring at her, but every time his eyes turned back, it was difficult to stop them from lowering to her breasts and curves.

She reached for his shoulder, and pressed her palm against it, and her touch was so tender than he could still feel her small squeeze even when she pulled her hand apart. "I never knew you took care of him like this," she said, stunned and her eyes were blinking quickly, but he loved watching her eyelashes continue to follow her blinks.

He chuckled, scratching the back of his head, "Yea, he's my brother."

"Step-siblings are usually treated horribly once their parents are married."

Mike shrugged his shoulders with a frown, "Statistics aren't meant to influence the way you behave."

Her mouth closed for a moment, and she simply observed the expressions on Mike's face. She never really believed he was ever genuine, but it was the manner that he said them, that made her believe him. "How are you by the way? Life treating you well?"

"Well enough," he sighed, "What about you? Eric still treating you like s**t?" Teasing her was his way of attempting to get into her pants.

"He always has," she played along with a small smirk.

He rolled his eyes, "You should come work with me then."

"What exactly do you do for work?"

"Come work with me and find out."

She bit her bottom lip, examining his features as he returned the beer to his lips shyly. He was usually confident speaking with girls, but with Ella, it was as if she had drained him from all his pride. Instead, she caught him nervous, and the manner he wanted to be. "So what's the deal," she asked curiously, "You're so handsome, but you don't have a girlfriend?"

Mike frowned, "Well do you?"

"Yes, I do," she admitted, the corner of her mouth tilting downwards when she noticed Mike's gaze filled with disappointment for a second. She shrugged her shoulders, "Does that change something?"

"Well yes, it does."

"So," she took a step forward, grabbing the beer can from his fingers and placing it on furniture beside them. She approached him much more, and they were near having their chests touch. "You don't sense something between us?"

Mike raised an eyebrow shyly, "I do."

"Then let's not let my boyfriend change anything."

He nodded his head, "That's fine by me."

She grinned with dimples poking her cheeks, and reached for her, placing a palm on her waist and pulling her against him, their chests finally touching. She slowly leaned towards his lips, and they were seconds from meeting when a new entrance to the house caused both of them to stop.

Alyssa entered the home, in a short dress that did flutter Mike's heart. Saliva began filling his mouth and his palms moistened abnormally, as Alyssa smiled excitingly towards everyone as she greeted them. However, it was the man she pulled behind him that caused such anger to build within Mike, and he pulled apart from Ella, staring at Alyssa march towards the others and hug them. Ella followed his gaze, and smirked when he noticed the dazing look in Mike's eyes. It was not long until Alyssa and her husband approached them, and she warmly embraced Mike, who placed a palm on her back, caressing her for as long as he could.

"Long time no see!" she giggled, nudging him. It had been a few months since they had seen one another, and he hated that she did not even fight with her husband in hopes to let her see Mike more often. However, their love life had been excellent, and Mike knew Alyssa would never do anything that could potentially ruin the happiness she felt with him. He could not exactly be jealous either, since his love had wandered off elsewhere, but since Alyssa had been his best friend for years, there was a missing part from his heart when she stopped coming around.

Mike smiled politely, "How have you been?"

"I'm alright." She then turned towards Ella, who instantly extended her hand for a greeting. "I'm Alyssa," she introduced.

Ella leaned her arm on Mike's shoulder, "My name is Ella, I work with Eric."

"That sounds awesome. By the way, this is my husband Jonah. Mike, you've met him before."

"Yea," he turned towards Jonah who sent him a cold smile, barely even a smile, simply a tight line lip. "Glad you came."

"Thanks," Jonah said dryly, and shook hands with Ella.

"Anyways," Mike said, "I have to go get more drinks."

"I'll come with—"

"No," Mike halted Ella instantly, "I'll go by myself." A uneasy aura followed Mike as he avoided Alyssa's gaze and headed for the kitchen, not glancing backwards. Seeing Alyssa with another man always caused his heart to ache, since even though he did not exactly love her, the times they had spent together was missed. Alyssa had been very different with him every since her wedding, and not being allowed to even be in the same room with him without her husband around was one of the reasons why he decided to leave for some drinks.

Everyone had moved on, even Eric had taken over a company and became CEO, without even needing help from his father. Alyssa had gotten married, and most of their lives had continued to grow throughout those years. However, he thought his had halted, ever since the disappearance of August. That was why he also needed to find her; in order for his own life to keep moving forward. When he reached the kitchen, he instead headed outside to the garden, and sat within one of the plastic chairs, observing Rami and William sitting by the pool and chatting. He smiled when he realized William had another soda in his palm; he trusted William

not to defy him.

He glanced over his shoulder when he heard the back door open behind him, and sigh when Ella appeared, closing the door behind her. She approached him quietly, and sat beside him in one of the chairs. At first she was silent, taking a few sips of her drink before finally clearing her throat, "You seemed hurt when you noticed her."

She was talking about Alyssa, and Mike reached in his pocket, pulling a cigarette from his pack. He nodded his head as he lit up the end, blowing the smoke within the air before finally answering, "Hard to be around her."

"Can I ask what happened?"

He tilted his head, staring within the sky, "I'm not sure what happened, but all of a sudden, it was as if I no longer mattered to her."

Ella shrugged her shoulders, "Maybe you still do. Besides, did you see the way she looked at you."

Mike raised an eyebrow, "How did she look at me?"

After a short giggle, Ella placed her palm on Mike's upper back, "Her eyes lit up the instant she saw you, and she appeared mesmerized in your gaze. There was also hunger, as if she really wanted to devour you."

"You think so?"

Ella nodded her head, leaning closer, "You can't tell? Isn't it the same look I have right now?"

Mike finally faced her, turning his head and meeting her gaze, finally realizing how close she had leaned in. Their nose were inches from touching, and before he could even respond, she placed her lips gently on his, and his eyes closed automatically. It was evident by the manner she kissed him, that she knew how to make a man want more. At first, she was tender, her tongue holding back and her mouth quite firm, defending her entrance. However, when his aggression started, so did hers, biting her bottom lip and getting immediate dominance that even he felt vulnerable. She placed her palm on the back of his neck, not allowing him to pull apart from the kiss; she wanted to be the one to decide when it all stopped.

Finally, when she heard his low grunt, her fingers danced from his pec to his stomach, and finally fell to his belt buckle. Instantly, he grabbed her palm in order to stop it, and she instantly pulled away, licking her upper lip seductively, staring down at his lips.

Mike bit his lip, wanting more as well, but needing to hold back. "William is right there," he said.

"Yes I am," William shouted from the pool, and they both turned their heads, "Can you guys go do that somewhere else?"

"Yea we don't want to see that," Rami added.

Mike chuckled, and so did Ella, both standing to their feet, "Are you down to ditch this party?"

"Of course," she replied with a smirk, and instantly, they made their way inside the home with the fingers interlaced. Mike was in front, pulling her through the home and when he reached the living room, a few comments were thrown at them.

"Where you guys going?" Cole asked with a raised eyebrows, wiggling them when Mike turned to face him.

James laughed, "Already?"

"I wish I could stay, sorry guys," he said, but everyone knew why he was leaving, seeing the manner Ella gripped him so tightly.

However, Eric did seem unhappy, standing from the couch and approaching his brother with furrowed eyebrows. Not once did he glance towards Ella, who seemed uneasy, "Mike, what the f**k?"

"Eric, chill out—"

"Do you really need to have s*x right now? I invited you over out of curtesy, and not only did you show up late but you're leaving early. With my secretary," he hissed.

Mike scratched the back of his neck, "I promise this won't happen again. I'll give you as much as you want, for free."

"You know I stopped doing drugs years back," he crossed his arms childishly, "But I'm never inviting you over again."

"Awe Eric," Jessica cooed, lifting herself from the couch and approaching him, wrapping her arms around his waist, "You look so cute when you're upset." His lips was pulled outwards, and his frown was not intimidating whatsoever.

Mike laughed, "I'll make it up to you."

"What about William?"

"Make him go home with Rami or he can sleep here, I'll pick him up tomorrow."

"Do you really have to leave?" Eric asked again, sighing. Jessica began pinching his cheeks, and he pulled away from her, hissing for her to stop.

After a sigh, Mike turned to Ella who grinned and said, "Yes, I really do."

When they exited the home, the door closing behind them, Mike pushed Ella, her back slamming against it and his lips pressed on hers savagely. The sudden aggressive nature did scare her a tiny bit, but she grew accustomed to it, focusing on the way his hands roaming her body made her feel, and her legs began shaking. As his fingers reached for the bottom of her dress, his lips leaving her mouth and nibbling on her neck, biting and hearing her moan loudly, she could feel such a rush of hormones race across her body, and it was causing her openings to become wet.

"Let's get in the car," she breathed heavily, another moan escaping her lips when she felt his fingers grip her inner thigh, itching towards her private area. When she said that, he instantly grabbed her wrist, and pulled her towards his car. Since her legs were quivering, she had trouble walking, but soon enough, he began carrying her and opened the back door, pushing her back against the seats. Her climbed in himself, and closed the door behind him. They were in the parking lot, and he pulled his shirt over his head, placing his lips back on her body. After his hands had successfully pulled the bottom of her dress to her waist, and revealed her longs legs and her violet thong, he felt a sudden rush echo throughout his body.

His teeth pulled the thong to the side, and his tongue began dancing on all her sensitive nerve ends, causing her echoes to become louder, and it was such a feminine high pitch that Mike was unable to think properly, and listening to it made his body throb for her insides. His fingers dipped in her openings, and she breathed heavily, calling out his name. At first, his thrusts were slow, until his fingers found her spot, and the friction caused her to yelp. When they began striking in her faster, it was not long until her legs clamped together and the feeling of a wave falling over her overwhelmed her.

However, Mike pulled his head backwards, amazed by what had happened. When her orgasm had finished, he raised his eyebrows with excitement and she licked her lips, meeting his gaze. "You're a f*****g squirter?" he exclaimed, wiping the side of his face that had been struck.

She tilted her head to the side, "I should have said something."

"That's f*****g hot," he breathed.

However, the overwhelming feeling was fading, and she wanted more of it. Her fingers found her own opening, and she pushed it apart, opening it for him and he stared at her. "Come on," she breathed, "Put it in already."

Without answering, he pulled down his zipper and began thrusting into her, every single thrusts causing her to yelp. His aggression was not one she had ever experienced, and the harder he pushed in, the deeper he reached, her nails dug longer onto his back. The pain from his back merged with the ecstasy rising within him, and he closed his eyes after a grunt, attempting to keep his focus. However, every time he did, the image of August crossed his mind, and as always, before he was about to explode, he whispered, "Holy f**k August."

Ella had heard him, but it was not until the second time that he moaned her name, that she felt a sudden weight fall onto her heart. Hearing another girl's name was always annoying, but the thrusting within her body was distracting her, and soon, he pulled out, and made her rain. His evidence fell all over her stomach, slightly on her dress, and they both breathed heavily, leaning against one another.