RICHARD (A BAD BOY ROMANCE) - Nikki Wild

Richard: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance
By Nikki Wild
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CONTENTS
Richard: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance
One : Jessica
Two : Richard
Three : Jessica
Four : Richard
Five : Jessica
Six : Richard
Seven : Jessica
Eight : Richard
Nine : Jessica
Ten : Richard
Eleven : Jessica
Twelve : Richard
Thirteen : Jessica
Fourteen : Richard
Fifteen : Jessica
Sixteen : Richard
Seventeen : Jessica
Eighteen : Richard
Nineteen : Jessica
Twenty : Richard
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_ ONE _
Jessica
I usually didn’t like parties. Everything was always so loud and the concept of
personal space seemed a foreign idea. I didn’t like them one bit. They were
messy, and I hated messy things. I didn’t get to be where I was by letting my life
get messy. But when it came time for graduation I needed some way to say
goodbye to all my friends, and throwing a party seemed like the perfect way to do
it.
The party itself wasn’t my idea. I owed that all to my best friend, Becky Sanders,
who among other things, was the only person I’d ever see again after tonight.
Even the house we were using was Becky’s—her parents’, anyway. And despite
all my misgivings about the idea, somehow everything actually seemed to be
working out in my favor.
The music was a mix of the latest pop artists, some of whom I’d never heard of in
my life, though Becky promised me that they would go over well with the guests.
I’d spent most of my high school life with my head in a book, surfacing only to
practice my violin and maybe attend a mathlete event for the school. I didn’t
listen to much music outside of Chopin or Mozart, let alone artists like Katy Perry
or Lady Gaga, but the guests all seemed to be enjoying themselves, mingling and
talking with one another. I was proud of myself, in fact, for putting on what I felt
was a rather sophisticated affair as opposed to some disorganized orgy where the
partygoers spent the whole night grinding on one another.
“So, what do you think?”
I turned toward Becky’s voice, offering her a faint, cautious smile. It was a hard
question to answer, since I was thinking quite a lot, but she more than likely
wanted my opinion on our little soiree.
“It’s… good. I think,” I said around another awkward smile. Her own smile
faltered, and I quickly tried to rephrase. “I mean, I’m having a good time. It’s a
really nice party. I just… I’m not used to being around so many people at once. I
mean, I know them all—most of them, anyway—but still, being in a crowd like
this puts me a little on edge.”
Becky’s smile returned as she pushed a lock of hair back behind her ear. “How is it
that you managed to score a boyfriend before me? You’re like the queen of
awkward, Jess. I mean, you hardly ever go out, and then you get a hunk like
Michael, of all people, to fall for you.”
I felt my stomach drop as she mentioned my ex-boyfriend’s name. It had only
been a few weeks since our last breakup, and the wounds were still fresh. I
swallowed, remembering how things with Michael had been. Bittersweet was
probably the most appropriate term to describe our relationship—mostly bitter,
toward the end.
“I don’t really want to talk about Michael right now,” I said, wrapping myself up in
my arms. “It’s bad enough you invited him.”
“You two are so cute together, though!” she said, looking into the crowd where
Michael was holding court with a few of his friends. “I thought having him here
would help you to patch things up with him.”
Unlike most of the people who ran in our circles, Michael didn’t fit the typical
stereotype, especially not in looks. He was brilliant, charming, handsome, and
had an impeccable sense of style. It didn’t hurt that he had parents who had
spoiled him from the day he was born. But there was a much darker side to the
handsome man that was Michael Claiborne.
“I don’t think I want to patch things up with Michael, Becky,” I said, looking
toward the handsome young man one more time.
“Oh, it can’t have been that bad. Look, if you’re not interested do you mind if I
give him a try?”
“Trust me, you don’t want anything to do with Michael,” I said, giving her a stern
look. “Michael is bad news.”
“Well tell me why!” she complained, pouting like a scolded child. “Why would you
dump him?”
“I said that I don’t want to talk about it,” I replied, lowering my voice to a hiss.
“Please, can we talk about something else?”
Becky looked at me for a moment, scrunching up her face. She seemed utterly
baffled by my refusal to discuss what she could only assume was a simple
breakup—but it had been so much more than that. Michael had brought out a
side of me that I felt ashamed of, a side that I never wanted to see the light of day
for as long as I lived.
“Sorry,” she said after a moment of silence. “I’m just so used to you confiding in
me that it felt weird that you’d keep something from me.”
“It’s just… not something I’m completely ready to talk about yet,” I said, reaching
out to gently touch her shoulder. “And besides, you already know all of my
secrets as it is. I deserve to have one of my own.”
“You’ve got the best secrets, though,” she giggled, biting on her lip. “Ok, forget
about Michael… What about that… Other thing…”
“Becky—” I began, but before I could finish the sentence she was already talking
a mile a minute.
“How have you not even tried yet? I mean, you have to see him every day, and
now that Michael and you aren’t a thing, what’s stopping you? He’s like the
hottest guy in school! Even compared to Michael. How are you not hitting that,
girl?”
“There are people around,” I whispered, trying to stop her before she said
something I’d regret. “We can’t talk about that here! We can’t talk about that
anywhere!”
“But your brother is so fucking hot,” she countered.
“Stepbrother,” I corrected, pulling her away from a group of guests. “And I know
he’s hot, Becky!”
“But you want him! I mean, you tell me all the time how you think about him
while you’re—”
“Hush!” I tried to silence her again, but she just grinned.
“God, I don’t get you, Jessica. How are you able to resist a hunk of meat like that?
You’re not with Michael anymore. You know you could do it.”
“He’s my brother!”
“Stepbrother,” she corrected this time, a smirk on her face. “You two aren’t
actually related. He doesn’t even have the same last name!”
“But it’s still weird,” I said, trying to wave the subject away. “And my mom would
flip if she found out I had the hots for Richard…”
“But you do have the hots for him! You have the hots for Dick!”
“Oh God… Don’t call him that!” I replied, blushing hard.
“Everybody calls him that, and not just because of his attitude either. I know
you’ve heard the rumors,” Becky said, holding her hands apart as if she were
telling me about a big fish she’d caught.
“It gets bigger every time you do that,” I laughed.
“Cynthia said it’s pierced,” Becky replied with a crooked smile.
“Cynthia’s been reading too many naughty books. Does every stepbrother need
to have a pierced penis?”
“Hey, the least you could do is find out if the rumors are true. It’s not like you two
are going to see each other again. He’s going to Yale and you’re staying local at
UCLA. I mean, really, what’s the harm in it?”
“It’s weird, Becky!” I insisted, glancing around to make sure no one was listening.
“And besides, Richard hates me. We’ve never gotten along ever since his dad
moved in. He’s the stepbrother from hell.”
“Yeah, he is kind of a dick, isn’t he?”
“Stop it!” I said, hitting Becky on the arm.
“Fine, but seriously, I think he likes you.
“Absolutely not!” I said, shaking my head. “It’s just my stupid crush, Becky. And
once I’m at UCLA, I can spend my time doing more productive things like actually
getting my degree and…”
“Then your masters and then your doctorate,” she finished for me. “I know, you
tell me that all the time. So sue me for wanting my best friend to have a good
time, especially at her own party.”
“It’s our party,” I said, giving her a much warmer smile this time.
“Yeah,” she said, sighing wistfully.
I rolled my eyes. “What is it now?”
“Here we are, talking about all your success with the opposite sex,” she said,
looking around at the other guests. “And here I am without ever even being
kissed once in my life.”
“You’ve been kissed! What about Tom—”
“No,” she interrupted. “Never speak of that again. Nothing about what he did to
me was a kiss. I still have nightmares about what that mouth did to my face.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, much to Becky’s chagrin. Becky had always been a
completely hopeless romantic, desperate to find someone who would sweep her
off her feet and take her to some far off fairytale castle. I didn’t have the heart to
tell her that things like that never happened in real life.
“Regardless,” I said, “I hereby promise that you, Becky Janine Sanders, will be
kissed before the night is over.”
“You really think that can happen?” she asked me, her eyes going a little wider.
I nodded, giving her another smile before we turned toward the crowd of partiers.
“I do,” I said. “There are plenty of guys here who would die to get some alone
time with you, Becky. We can find you someone to kiss before the party is over. I
swear on our friendship that I’ll get you kissed tonight.”
“That’s a promise you’d better not break to me, Jess,” she said, an enormous
smile lighting up her face as we looked over the crowd of mingling men and
women.
“Anyone you’re interested in?” I asked, searching for a suitable guy with at least
some knowledge of when to bathe. It might have sounded catty, but when it
comes to the intellectual community at a high school, hygiene and social graces
usually didn’t come along with genius level IQs. Becky’s options were fairly slim,
though judging by the smell, thankfully most of our guests had at least taken the
time to put on deodorant tonight.
“Anyone with a pulse, at this point,” she said with a sigh. Becky’s standards for
men were fairly high, but her social standing as one of the “nerds” limited her
dating options to our own “class” of students. It was one of the reasons I was so
ready for college. A fresh start. No preconceptions. No cliques. Or at least I hoped
there wouldn’t be…
“Well, don’t worry, we’ll find someone,” I said, gently squeezing her arm to
comfort her. “Like I said, there are plenty of men here who would jump at the
chance to kiss you.”
An abrupt silence fell over the crowd of guests, the kind you’d expect to hear in a
forest when a tiger was on the prowl. I could feel the tension manifest in the air
before I ever looked to see why the room had become so hushed. Everyone’s
eyes were suddenly cast back toward the front door, their gazes holding the wild
glint you’d see in a panicked animal. My stomach clenched.
Did someone come to complain about the party? My parents will kill me if they
find out where I am tonight…
“Is something going on? Why’d everyone stop talking?” I asked Becky, who’d
also noticed the eerie quiet that pervaded the house, save for the uncomfortable
shuffling of some of our guests.
“I don’t know,” she said, glancing back over her shoulder, frowning, her brow
furrowed in concern. “You don’t think the cops got called because of…”
Becky’s words faded as she turned to look at what had caused the commotion—
or lack thereof. Her eyes went wide and her jaw sagged at what she’d seen. She
fell into the same stunned silence as the rest of the guest, swallowing nervously.
Fearing the worst I turned, searching for whatever could have caused such a
widespread reaction from so many people at once. At first I didn’t see what
everyone was staring at, just the usual crowd of people who’d been in front of the
door when Becky and I had passed by it only a few moments ago, but they too
were staring, taking more than a few steps back from whatever or whoever had
caught their attention. It wasn’t until the crowd parted like the Red Sea that I
spotted just what had turned my party as silent as a funeral.
Standing in the doorway was an all-too familiar figure, his lean, muscular body
filling out his tight t-shirt just enough to leave little of his physique beneath it to the
imagination. His gorgeous, short blond hair was combed back from a face that
God himself must have taken his sweet time carving from that smooth, flawless
skin. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry as a boneyard. My heart
hammered in my chest and my palms became sweaty, and before I even realized
it, I had fallen silent just like the rest of the people around me. I couldn’t believe
who I was seeing.
“Jess,” Becky whispered. “What is your stepbrother doing here?”
I swallowed hard, trying to find the words to express my own astonishment.
“I don’t know, Becky… He wasn’t supposed to know about the party—I made
sure he didn’t know. That was the whole reason we didn’t have it at my house!”
“Well it looks like he found out about it somehow,” she said as we watched that
cocky grin form on Richard’s face. Just seeing that damn smile made my cheeks
burn—with anger or infatuation, I couldn’t tell which, though one might certainly
have led to the other.
“He ruins everything,” I muttered, clenching my fists, summoning up as much
anger as I could in hopes of overpowering my almost constant desire to throw
myself into against his body.
My party was ruined.
The Dick had arrived.
_ TWO _
Dick
I’d never seen so many sweet little nerds in one place. It was a world of difference
from the sea of jocks and cheerleaders I had been swimming in only half an hour
before. This would be fun.
I stepped into the room, watching as everything around me almost came to a
complete stop. Girls’ heads turned, biting lips as they saw the school’s top football
star walk into their quiet little party. Men turned their heads too, though their
reactions were certainly much different than their female counterparts. I had a
reputation of being less than friendly to the men of the academic tribe, but that
had been sophomore stuff, things I looked back on as childish. I was a man now,
not at all interested in the role of bully. With maturity came power.
“H-Hi Richard,” came a mousy little whisper from somewhere to my right. I turned
my head, smirking as I spotted a gaggle of bespectacled girls all crowding closer.
“We didn’t think you’d come to a party like this.”
They were cute, in that nerdy little librarian sort of way. I could sense a wild side
beneath their bookish exterior. Even my own stepsister wore that conservative
style with a weird sense of pride.
“Oh,” I said, chuckling as I ran a hand over my short cut hair, “I wouldn’t miss this
party for the world, ladies.”
The tittering giggles was almost enough to shatter glass as they started to fawn
over me. I certainly didn’t mind. I loved the attention. The spotlight suited me, as
did the affection of the women that came with it. Besides, I needed to mingle. The
truth was I had come to this particular party for one person and one person only—
but I couldn’t possibly let her know that. Not yet…
“Richard!” came the all-too-familiar voice of my stepsister, Jessica. I did my best
to put on a look of shock as I turned my head to look at her, pencil skirt,
turtleneck, and all. “What are you doing here?!”
“Jessica?” I asked, a mock tone of shock heavy in my voice as I spread my arms
out wide. “What’re you doing here? Wait. Is this your party?”
Her face reddened into an adorable maroon color, the one I’d always enjoyed
putting on her cheeks. My sister and I had always had a distinctly love-hate
relationship, emphasis on the hate. I knew for a fact that she’d kept this party a
secret from me just so I wouldn’t do something like this—which was exactly why I
had to do it.
“You’re supposed to be at your own party!” she hissed, stomping closer and
giving the other girls a scathing look that sent them running. It was kind of hot,
the way all her little nerd friends respected her. She was valedictorian, head of
more clubs than I could even count, and our school’s mathlete team leader.
Calling Jessica smart would be doing her the greatest insult; my stepsister was a
genius. “That’s the whole reason I planned this party for tonight—so that you
wouldn’t be here!”
“Well that’s just mean, sis!” I said, my hurt expression faltering as a grin began to
crack again across my lips. “And for your information, I was at my other party. But
I got bored—and then I heard somebody was throwing a rockin’ party across
town! I thought I’d stop by.”
“Richard, this is my party. I don’t need you coming in here and ruining it!”
“Call me Dick, sweetheart. You know how much I hate that name.”
“C’mon Richard,” she replied, giving me a glare I’d always found sexy.
“I’m not going to ruin anything,” I said, glancing around at the less-than-lively
atmosphere. “Jess, I’m here to get this place jumping!”
“Please, don’t—” she began, but before I heard another word out of her mouth, I
was making my way to the sound system with my iPhone in hand. I wove my
way through the other intellectuals my sister called friends and pushed aside the
geek hovering over the stereo. It was a pretty sweet setup—something you could
always count on at a nerd party was that they’d have the best tech to play with.
“Sorry, but this crap needs to go,” I said, unplugging the in-use iPod and tossing it
to the makeshift DJ. I could certainly do without the greatest pop hits from the
eighties. The moment I hit play, the walls thrummed with the deep bass as the
sounds of Nelly’s The Fix pulsed through the speakers.
“Richard, what the hell!” Jessica screamed over the music. “Nobody here likes this
—”
But before she could finish, a cheer had already risen up in the room. More and
more people started to move in time with the beat and the sexually charged lyrics.
It wasn’t long before most of the party was dancing dirty. The look on Jessica’s
face was priceless, a mix of shock and indignation as she saw her friends start to
grind against one another like they were in a club.
“See?” I asked, leaning down to whisper into her ear, “This is a party. They want
to let loose for a change.”
She stood there in stunned silence, her eyes fixated on the people who she’d
thought would never act so… dirty. I got a weird sense of enjoyment out of the
way her perception of everything around her seemed to shatter, watching her
question just how much she knew of the people around her and maybe what she
knew about herself.
“I…” she stammered, watching as her once quiet party turn into something she’d
never anticipated. Even her best friend Becky had started to shake her ass on the
dance floor, much to Jessica’s dismay.
“You’re going to have to get used to parties like this, Jess,” I said over the music.
“This is what college life is all about.”
She let out a muted cry of frustration, lost amongst the throbbing bass before she
turned and walked into the crowd to collect her friend and save her from my
devilish music. I couldn’t help but laugh at the way she sto...