Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Eric!” she bellows. “Don’t you dare!”
The beer brothers are outside. They’re always partying. Tonight is no different. I’m not sure they even notice us. When I reach the first dumpster, I rear back my arm to throw it in. Clara grips my wrist, preventing me from heaving it into the metal bin.
This is ridiculous.
We’re both half naked, pissed and hurt, and I’m trying to trash her birth control.
Let this be a PSA: Alcohol is bad.
We struggle until she’s in front of me. I manhandle her until I have her pressed against the bin. She tries to take the pills from me but I have a death grip on them.
“You’re drunk,” I accuse, nuzzling my nose against hers.
“So are you. Asshole.”
“I’m throwing them away. Get over it.”
“I hate you.”
“Why?”
Her bottom lip trembles in the moonlight. “Because you’re confusing.”
I push my hips against hers. “Nothing confusing about how I feel about you.”
“Until you’re forced to face reality,” she hisses.
Yanking my hand out of hers, I then toss the pill packet into the bin. It lands soundlessly. Her eyes are wide and lips are parted in shock. I crash my lips to hers and vaguely hear the sounds of cheering.
“I love you,” I say against her mouth. “Just because I don’t know what the fuck’s going on with my life, that will never change. Understood?”
She nods and smiles. Our anger and heartache quickly transforms to need. I grab her ass and lift her up. One of her hands comes between us, guiding my cock into her. With a grunt, I drive into her hard enough she screams.
More cheering.
I fuck my stepsister roughly. Like an animal. Against a metal trash bin in the middle of a snowstorm with drunk onlookers.
Why?
Because I need for her to understand how much she consumes me.
We fuck quick and dirty until I spill my hot seed into her body. The idea of getting her pregnant makes me feral. Throwing the birth control away feels like victory.
She doesn’t come, but that’s okay. I’m going to lick her into oblivion in the shower when we get back home.
Home.
I’m no longer thinking about it as her place.
It’s ours.
I suppose I’ve made my decision.
Clara
The doorbell ringing jolts me out of my post-orgasm haze. Eric peers up at me from his knees in the shower and frowns.
“I’ll get it,” he rumbles. “Relax in here, sass.”
He hurries out of the shower, dries off, and quickly dresses to answer the door. I’m too curious to stay put so I do the same. By the time I make it downstairs, there’s a uniformed cop standing in my living room.
“Cole?” I say, alarm chasing away my intoxication. “What’s wrong? Is Savvy okay? Travis?”
He cuts his eyes over to Eric and then back at me. “Actually, I was coming to check on you. One of the neighbors called in. Said there was a sexual assault happening by the dumpsters.”
Heat floods my cheeks. I know they’re crimson and giving me away, but I play it off like it’s from the shower. Shaking my head, I flash Cole a confused look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Was it the beer bros?” Eric demands. “They’re always drunk. I’m sure they saw it wrong.”
Cole ignores him, stepping closer to me. “It was Troy. He said you were yelling. Specifically said it was you, but unsure who the man was. Said there was an altercation and then it looked like you were getting raped.”
I blink several times, scoffing. “What? No.”
Troy is a bastard. Ever since I denied him when he asked me out, he’s been a prick to me. Suddenly, he’s worried about my wellbeing. Unreal.
“Can we speak alone?” Cole asks, voice low.
“No,” Eric bites out. “You may not.”
Cole’s jaw muscle ticks. Again, he ignores him, imploring me with a stern gaze. “Is everything okay here?”
I realize this is getting out of hand and fast. If I don’t fix it, there’ll be trouble for the both of us.
“I swear to you,” I say to Cole, “everything is fine. We were playing a game. Drank too much. Things got silly.”
Cole relaxes a bit. “Keep bedroom activities to the bedroom and you won’t have any problems.”
My skin burns hot. He knows Eric is my stepbrother and obviously knows we’ve been having sex. It’s humiliating, but I’d much rather him know that information than thinking I’ve been taken advantage of.
“Will do,” I croak out. “I’m sorry.”
“Take care.”
He leaves and I breathe a sigh of relief. Eric scoops me up as though I weigh nothing, carrying me up the stairs to my bedroom. Once we’re under the covers and cuddled together, he runs his fingers through my hair and sighs.
“We should sleep this shit off,” he says softly. “I’m clearly an idiot when drunk.”
I squeeze him and kiss his neck. “Good idea.”
Frosty hops up onto the bed and plants himself on Eric’s stomach. Clearly, he agrees.