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)
She nods, but she’s obviously not convinced. “Yeah.”
“I’ll try to be nicer from now on, okay?”
“Okay. Can I have a hug?” Before I can answer, she leans in and wraps her arms around me. Her soft breasts press against my chest, and her intoxicating scent almost knocks me out. I brace myself and almost hug her back with one arm. I barely let myself touch her without committing fully.
I can’t. It’s too dangerous.
“Piper, I have to go to sleep. Work was hard today.”
Again, she nods, but she doesn’t let go of me. Not right away. She hugs me long and hard, like I might fly off into the night if she doesn’t hold on tightly.
Desire swells within me. My cock stiffens, and I have to tilt my hips back so she doesn’t feel my enormous bulge.
“Sorry,” she says when she finally backs off. “I’m just…emotional.”
“It’s all right,” I reply, adding nothing else to the conversation. I just need to put some distance between us, so I step back.
Finally, she gives me the cutest little wave, then turns and walks to her room. I try to stop myself, but I can’t help tossing a quick glance her way as she goes.
My eyes are glued to her ass, and I trace my lower lip with my tongue. Like a perfect peach, just waiting to be worshipped. How can one girl be so perfect?
Quickly, I slam the door and lock it again.
That’s it. I have to take care of this now. I’m so goddamn hard that I’m already about to burst.
I spit on my palm and start rubbing the tip of my hard-on as I think about peeling off Piper’s short-shorts and dragging my tongue up her pussy.
That’s right—I want to eat out my step-sister. Sue me.
It’s so fucking wrong, but that only makes it hotter.
But that’s all it can be—a fantasy. Because if I give in to Piper and take her once, I’ll never be able to let go.
I’m so pent up with desire that I come in seconds. My climax rocks me, and I bust all over my stomach, my jaw clenched tight to keep myself from groaning loud enough that she could hear.
Once I finally come down, I grab a dirty T-shirt and wipe myself off. Then I head for the shower.
Thankfully, Piper’s not there.
I glance at the closed door to her bedroom. My muscles are tight. It would be so easy to just open it, rush in there, and take her. I’ve sworn I’ll keep my distance, but I can feel the cracks starting to form in my resolve.
I can feel myself starting to slip.
Keeping my distance will no longer save me. The next time she flirts with me, I might not be able to say no.
4
PIPER
I can’t stop thinking about what happened at the bar—Aaron’s sweaty arm wrapped around me, pulling me somewhere I didn’t want to go.
But Jake saved me.
It was like something out of a movie, the way he knocked him out with a single punch. I just keep playing it over and over in my mind, especially when I’m about to go to sleep.
To make things worse, I’ve been dreaming about him.
His eyes, his height, his strong physique, and the way I feel so safe when he’s around.
They’ve been…different dreams than I’ve had before. Maybe adult is the right word? I wake up sweating, tingling all over. Cold showers have been my salvation.
But all that changed last night, when I had my first bad dream involving Jake.
I was lost in a city at night. I was cold, had no shoes, and men were cat-calling and grabbing at the hem of my dress. I could feel Jake was nearby, but when I called out for him, begging for his help, he didn’t respond.
A man chased me into a dark alley, and there was Jake, standing with a woman so much more beautiful than me.
He took one look at me as I cried out his name but simply put his arm around her and walked away. Tears filled my eyes, and my attacker slammed into me from behind.
That’s when I woke up with a yelp that should have woken the entire household.
It doesn’t take a psychologist to figure out why I had this bad dream: Jake made me cry last night.
I forgive him for that. I know he’s a good guy, and I totally owe him. But it doesn’t make the hurt go away.
Or the desire…
Just thinking of how he looked at me before he slammed the door still makes me flinch. He almost held me as I pressed myself against him. If I close my eyes, I can still feel his strong body against mine.
It’s hard to admit that I’m falling for my step-brother, but it’s also impossible to ignore the feelings I have when he’s around. Or even when he’s not.