BAD LUST: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 1) (10 page)

12.

(Jade)

Yeah, the idiot
of the year
award goes to me. Let
’
s see
…
I got drunk, fingered myself,
got caught by Jake, and then let him go down on me. Not just let him go down on
me, but begged him to do something with me or to me. And if that wasn
’
t enough, I came so hard that I
threw up. And Jake stayed there while I threw up and helped me to bed.

It
’
s
no shock when I wake up he
’
s
not in bed with me.

That
’
s
a good thing. Waking up next to him
…
next to my stepbrother
…
it
’
s just
…

But I miss him. Sort of.

I mean, he did pull my hair back
for me. He can
’
t be that
much of an asshole, right? Not saying he
’
s
a saint or he
’
s a decent
guy, but he could have just left me there to fend for myself.

I sit up and the room collapses on
my head. Not literally, of course. But I feel the hangover hit me hard.

I get to the bathroom and do the
only thing that makes sense.

I take a shower.

I try to clean myself up and show
face for the day to forget the night before. At least my father is gone.
Rebecca, too. It leaves just me and Jake in the house. And the employees my
father keeps around. Cooking, cleaning, security. People from his companies
that use the office area to discuss business and have chats with partners,
clients, and my father.

But upstairs, it
’
s all good.

After I shower and dress, I find a
missed call from Katelyn.

I call her back to hear her bubbly
voice making my head want to split in half even more.

“
Good
morning! Where are you?
”

“
Home.
In my room. Why?
”

“
Coffee?
My treat. Let
’
s meet up and
chat.
”

“
I
’
m, uh, not in the mood.
”

“
Why?
What
’
s wrong? You sound
…
oh, shit, you
’
re quiet. You
’
re with a guy, aren
’
t you?
”

I look to my empty bed. I bed the
spot where Jake had been next to me smelled like him. I bite my lip, daring
myself to smell the bed.

Smell my own bed.

“
I
’
m in my bedroom,
”
I say.
“
Alone. I
’
m
actually hungover.
”

“
What?
”
Katelyn yells. I cringe at the
pain that shoots through my temple.
“
You
got drunk without me?
”

“
Yeah.
”

“
Then
who did you get drunk with?
”

“
Nobody.
”

“
What?
”

“
That
bottle of vodka you gave me. It came in handy.
”

“
Jesus.
Bad night?
”

“
Something
like that.
”

“
Tell
me over coffee then.
”

“
No.
I need
…
I have to
…”

“
Is
it your father and shit?
”

Katelyn doesn
’
t know about the marriage. Well,
I haven
’
t told her. That
doesn
’
t mean she doesn
’
t know. It
’
s decent enough news that my
father and Jake
’
s mother
had been hiding their wild love and finally decided to get married.

“
Can
I call you back later?
”
I
ask.

I don
’
t
give Katelyn the chance to answer the question. I just drop the phone and walk
toward my door. I have this sudden urge - no, need - to see Jake. Just to thank
for last night. To make sure I didn
’
t
do or say anything I don
’
t
remember.

And
…
well
…
I want to return the
favor to him. For what he did to me. I vaguely remember him pushing me away
because I was drunk. That took a lot of might to do that. He could have easily
fucked me ten times and I wouldn
’
t
have stopped him. Then again, drunk or not, I wouldn
’
t have stopped him.

I leave my bedroom and go to the
next door. This alone is weird in itself. The guy who was between my legs,
making me convulse with pleasure is sleeping right next door. Because his
mother married my father.

I knock on the door and wait.

“
What?
”
a voice says.

“
Jake,
it
’
s me. It
’
s Jade.
”

“
Open
up then.
”

I open the door and step inside.
“
Hey, good
…”

Jake is on his bed. His jeans are
down to his knees. His dick is rock hard. And his hand is stroking up and down.

I let out a gasp. The sheer sight
of his erection is enough to steal any woman
’
s
breath. But the fact that he
’
s
doing this like this and told me to come in
…

“
I
’
m sorry,
”
I say.
“
You
said to open
…”

“
Why
don
’
t you open your fucking
legs, sweetie?
”
he asks.

“
What?
”

He sits up, hand still holding his
cock tightly.
“
Come on.
Open up. Turn and give me that ass.
”

“
Jake,
I came to thank you
…”

“
Fuck
thanks,
”
he says.
“
Nobody else is here. Just us. I
’
ve fucked your mouth. I
’
ve fucked your pussy. Now give
me that tight ass. I
’
ll
open it up for you, sweetie.
”

I gasp and step back. This is not
the same Jake that touched me with the backs of his fingers after I was done
puking last night.

“
What
the hell is wrong with you?
”

“
Me?
You
’
re the one interrupting
me. I
’
m sitting here
jerking off. Because of you last night. Fuck
…
you princess tease.
”

“
Tease?
I wanted
…”

“
You
don
’
t know what the fuck
you want. One second you
’
re
begging for my cock. Then I
’
m
eating that pussy and you
’
re
puking. You can
’
t handle
it. You
’
re better off with
some rich guy that gets hard over stock options. You can
’
t handle a man like me, sweetie.
”

“
I
handled you that night.
”

Jake laughs.
“
You didn
’
t, sweetie. You were bleeding. I cleaned you up
before you could see it and get scared.
”

Now I
’
m
embarrassed. I touch my burning cheeks and want to cry.

“
I
hate you,
”
I say.

“
Good.
That
’
s how this works. Step
siblings usually do. We
’
re
not here to be friends. Or anything. You want to get drunk and puke? Good for
you.
”

“
Jesus
Christ, Jake. You were different
…”

“
Nope.
You were just drunk. Just like the other night. The first time.
”

I
’
m
frozen and in shock.
“
I
thought
…”

“
Listen.
I
’
ll make it real simple.
If you
’
re not going to take
your pants off and bend over, then get out. Get the fuck out of my room.
”

“
This
is my house,
”
I spit.
“
This used to be a spare room.
And it was white. With expensive furniture for guests.
”

“
Now
it
’
s my room, sweetie,
”
Jake says.
“
Deal with it.
”

“
You
’
re a fucking asshole, Jake. My
father sees through it. Your mother
…
she hates you
…”

Jake lets hit cock go and swallows
hard.

I
’
ve
pissed him off bad.

“
Get
out,
”
he growls.

The two words are venomous. But he
deserves it.

I leave his bedroom and race back
to mine. There are tears in my eyes and the first thing I see is my phone.

I call Katelyn.

She picks up on the first ring.
“
How about that coffee?
”

Thirty minutes later I
’
m watching Katelyn pour like an
entire container of sugar into her coffee.

“
There,
”
she whispers.
“
Now it
’
s perfect.
”
She sips the coffee.
“
So
…
what
’
s new?
”

“
You
know, don
’
t you?
”

“
Know
what?
”

“
My
father
’
s big surprise.
”

Katelyn looks away.
“
What do you mean?
”

“
Christ,
Katelyn.
”

“
Yeah,
I know. I saw it online. Business millionaire and pianist get married on an island.
”

“
Don
’
t remind me,
”
I whisper.

“
How
the hell does that work? You didn
’
t
know a thing?
”

“
Not
a thing.
”

“
And
she has a son, right?
”

“
Yeah.
Jake Ziggen. The biggest douche asshole on campus.
”

“
So
you know him?
”

Oh, I fucking know him, Katelyn.
We fucked
…

“
Yeah,
”
I say.
“
It
’
s
not a good situation. He
’
s
dirty. And vile. He smokes and drinks. And he sleeps with women like
…”

“
Are
you jealous?
”

“
Of
him? No.
”

“
The
women?
”

“
What?
”

Katelyn snorts.
“
Jade, anyone that sleeps with a
guy that
’
s a man whore is
nothing but a whore themselves
…”

Yeah. Thanks for calling me a
whore, Katelyn. But if you looked into his eyes or felt his tongue
…
or seen his dick
…

I force a smile.
“
This is all sudden. And now my
father is in New York with Rebecca, launching some company or whatever. He
’
s making themselves out to be
something annoying. Like they saved each other or something, you know?
”

“
And
you
’
re home alone?
”

“
I
’
m never home alone,
”
I say.
“
And now I have Jake there.
”

“
In
the same house?
”

“
Yeah.
”

“
Is
he hot?
”

“
What?
”

“
Come
on. Take away the bullshit. Is he hot?
”

“
I
’
m not answering that. The second
you meet Jake
…”

Katelyn rolls her eyes.
“
Everyone is too good for you.
”

“
Whoa.
I never said that. And whatever you think with Jake, it
’
s weird. He
’
s
my stepbrother. Plus
…
do
you remember Hunter?
”

“
Hunter?
The dork who loved you endlessly?
”

“
Yeah,
him. My father is bringing him back with him from New York. Hunter is the CEO
of some company. So I get to see him again.
”

“
Is
he at least hot?
”

“
I
…
don
’
t know
…”