Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Then this morning, when I was making my bacon and eggs in the kitchen, she walked in barefooted, wearing boy-shorts and a tank top that was practically see-through.
I had to twist away so I was facing the counter just to hide the bulge straining against my pants.
“Hey, bro,” she said with a giggle, grabbing a juice from the fridge. Her back arched like she was deliberately giving me a view. “Doing some more woodworking today?”
“Yup” was all I was able to say. I’ve taken to using one-word replies with her, just to keep the conversations short so I can get her away from me.
If she stays too close for too long, it could all come crashing down…
Thankfully, I found a day job with a local carpenter doing woodworking. I picked it up in prison, and now it’s a dream of mine to one day have my own shop making custom furniture.
I work for a great guy named Gus, and I’m learning a lot every day. Being careful around the equipment also forces me to focus, which keeps my mind off of Piper.
It’s nearly an impossible task not to picture her when I’m away. Every second is a struggle to push away thoughts of her curves, her lips, the way her eyes shine when she looks at me…
I’ve started to think she’s deliberately tempting me into doing something, but she’s just so innocent that I wonder if she even understands what she’s doing to me.
My teeth clench as I think back to last week and that scumbag with his arm around her, trying to drag her out of the bar like she belonged to him. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him.
It makes me smile to think about feeling his nose break against my knuckles when I socked him in the face. Maybe now he’ll think twice before messing with my woman.
All I’ve done, for the last seven days, is dream about her.
I wake up with her scent in my nose, remembering the feel of her skin against mine, the warmth from her body and the dainty breaths she took as I drove her home.
My mind has been filled with visions that shake me to my core, waking me in the night with a raging hard-on that I have to take care of. Hell, sometimes I have to jerk off twice in one night just to quell my desire.
Just last night, I was this close to marching into her room and—
“Jake, look out!” Gus shouts. I whirl just in time to catch several planks of cedar as they fall from the rack. I was walking right past them, lost in my thoughts of Piper, and didn’t even realize I’d brushed against them.
“Shit, sorry!” I call out, quickly stacking them back where they belong. Jesus. Now I’m almost fucking killing myself cause I can’t stop thinking of fucking my goddamn step-sister.
“Jesus, man, you okay? That’s the second time today you’ve seemed like you’re off in another world.”
He’s right. I might as well be too. I slam my fist into my palm, using the pain to deaden my thoughts—push my fantasies aside.
“I’ve just got a lot on my mind, ya know? Being home, Dad’s expectations.” He nods. It’s a half-truth. I am thinking about those things, but what’s distracting me most is Piper.
The last two hours of work are torture. I can barely keep my mind on the job. It’s like the pressure of the week has been building and building, and I can’t stop thinking about her. My goddamn step-sister.
The one girl I can’t have, but the one girl I desperately want.
She is mine! That’s all I can think when I remember seeing her back at Chuckie’s with another man’s arm around her. That will never happen again. Not on my watch.
But how am I supposed to claim her if I’m not allowed to put my hands on her? She’s family now. And if Dad finds out…
I seriously need to figure something out—a way to distract myself from this uncontainable lust that’s rising up inside me. If I don’t do something about it…
…well, I don’t know what’s going to happen.
I stop at Chuckie’s for a drink and a burger before heading home. Anything to keep away from her.
Part of me hopes to run into that guy from last week so I can rebreak his nose, but the only customers there are a couple of folks playing darts in the corner.
When I get back to the house, I head straight for the guest bathroom. To my surprise, when I open the door, I find Piper standing there wearing absolutely nothing. Not even a towel.
She yelps and covers herself with her shirt, but it’s too late. I’ve seen everything.
Blood rushes to my cock as I slam the door, shouting apologies through the wood. But then it hits me. This is my bathroom now, and she knows it.