BAD LUST: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 1) (11 page)

“
Christ,
Jade,
”
Katelyn says.
“
Let me find a picture of him.
”

I go to ask how and I realize what
year it is. There
’
s no such
thing as secrecy and privacy. Yet another damn reason why Jake and I probably
should never touch each other again. Maybe it
’
s
for the best that he
’
s a
complete asshole. Showing his true colors. Holding his dick like it
’
s a toy. Just trying to fuck
with me. Showing me what I
’
ll
never have again.

It burns me up to think about.

Katelyn has her phone and within a
minute she has a picture of Hunter pulled up on the screen.

“
Damn,
”
she says.
“
He turned out just fine.
”

She gives me the phone and there
’
s Hunter. He looks the same as
when we were younger except his features are a little more manly. His
cheekbones look cut of stone, his jaw to match. His eyes are darker, browner,
with a sense of command. His once messy black hair is now properly cut and
slicked back. The picture is for a company thing and he
’
s in a suit.

I have to admit, he doesn
’
t look half bad. If that
’
s what my father is bringing
back for me to date, so be it. It might be fun to go out with Hunter. Laugh
about old times. Talk about time lost. Anything to get my mind off Jake and the
crazy temptation that won
’
t
go the hell away.

“
Some
rich girls have their daddy
’
s
give them cars
…
you make
yours give you men.
”

I laugh.
“
Men? Seriously?
”

“
What?
Sexy Hunter and this asshole Jake. Sounds wild. Like a wicked threesome in the
works.
”

I blush.
“
Not a chance in hell.
”

“
Come
on. Spill about Jake a little more. How well did you know him before your
father married his mother?
”

“
Honestly?
Not that well.
”
We
fucked once. But we were drunk. It was totally physical. Nothing more. I mean,
he just held me and fucked me
…
and fucked me
…
and
…
“
I saw him around campus. He
’
s like a dirty jock. He could
play any sport but only does it when he feels like it. He
’
s good at fixing things and
stuff. I don
’
t know. We
’
re on like two different paths.
”

“
Until
now,
”
Katelyn says with a
grin.

It
’
s
like she could read my mind.

“
Yeah,
right. Living in the same house. But that won
’
t
last long. Once my father starts his political career or whatever, it
’
ll change. This is all for show
right now.
”

“
You
think he loves that woman?
”

“
I
don
’
t know if my father
loves anything,
”
I say.

Katelyn
’
s face drops.
“
Wow.
I
’
m sorry, Jade.
”

“
Me
too. But it
’
s all I
’
ve ever known.
”

“
What
about your mother? You ever think about, I don
’
t
know, finding her?
”

I look down to my coffee. I shrug
my shoulders.
“
I don
’
t know. Is there a point?
”

“
Ugh,
I hate talking about this stuff. I
’
m
sorry.
”

“
Change
of subject,
”
I say.

“
Yes.
Back to your hot stepbrother.
”

“
Will
you stop
…
you haven
’
t even
…”

Katelyn presses a couple buttons on
her phone and she has a picture of Jake on it. Some website has a picture of
Jake. Then a picture of me. An article talking about our broken families coming
together.

The picture of Jake is amazing. His
head turned, not knowing his picture if being taken. The scruff on his face,
his lip always looking ready to curl. That bad boy, fuck you attitude that
’
s just so addicting.

“
He
’
s gorgeous,
”
Katelyn says.
“
In a dirty way. Like he
’
d throw you around the bed, you
know?
”

I look at Katelyn and have to hurry
and look away.

Trust me, I know.

13.

(Jake)

I take a
hit off Zeke
’
s smoke and it
’
s beautiful. I don
’
t where he gets this shit from,
but it
’
s top notch. Two or
three hits and I
’
m good and
chill. Life is calm. The house is bustling with a few people, stragglers from
the party that started, what, a week ago now.

I can
’
t
believe how fast time is cruising by.

My mother and Thomas show up online
in various pictures. Christ, she even had the nerve to sit at a piano one night
and play a few bars of a song for Thomas and some of his dickhead associates.
Some black tie thing in New York. It was headline news, questioning whether my
mother would return to music with her beautiful gift.

But the picture told a different
story.

She wasn
’
t fucking happy. She
’
s
never been happy. Not since she ruined her life.

I didn
’
t ruin her life. I didn
’
t climb up leg and make a nest up inside her and
come to life. That was all her fault. And I did my best to stay the hell away.

“
Give
me another,
”
I whisper.

Zeke passes to me and I take one
more hit. The smoke lingers and I take another deep breath. There
’
s two chicks at the bar in the
kitchen, their asses sticking out towards me and Zeke. They
’
ve been toying with us for an
hour now. Zeke has it all worked out though. We
’
re
going to fuck them. It
’
s
that simple. It
’
s what I do
best.

I ditched all my classes to be here
today. I need the time away.

My mother and Jade
’
s old man came back from New
York yesterday. They brought that Hunter guy with him. Dressed to the nines in
a suit and tie, looking like a copycat of Thomas, the fuckhead was quick to
shake my hand and then wipe his hand on a cloth. When he looked at Jade, I damn
near lost my mind.

His eyes had her undressed. Thomas
smiled. My mother stood like a robot, doing what she
’
s told. And Jade didn
’
t
do anything either.

“
I
’
ve gotta get this going,
”
Zeke says.

He stands up and walks towards the
two chicks. He gets between them and says something. For a second I think he
’
s going to cockblock me and take
both to his room. It actually doesn
’
t
bother all that much, which is yet another shocking feeling inside me. This
whole marriage thing and Jade thing has left me numb. I need to get away. For
real.

But Zeke turns and takes one of
their hands. He leads the way to the steps.

The other chick turns and smiles at
me. Red hair, white skin with freckles, and these big eyes that are filled with
lust. She bites on her bottom lip as she approaches me. I sit up and stare at
her, smirking.

Sometimes it
’
s just so damn easy. My reputation does the work
for me.

She comes at me and reaches for my
hand. She holds it up and rubs her fingers across the scabs on my knuckles.

“
What
happened?
”
she asks.

“
Beat
the shit out of someone.
”

“
Why?
”

“
Because
he was mad I fucked his girl.
”

Her eyes go wide.
“
You
’
re really that kind of guy, aren
’
t you?
”

“
Believe
whatever you want,
”
I say.
“
I prefer action over talking.
”

“
Me
too. My boyfriend is in Florida with his friends. He
’
d prefer them over me.
”

“
Maybe
he
’
s gay.
”

“
Think
so?
”

“
To
leave you? For a group of guys?
”

The chick smiles.
“
Someone sent me a picture of him
with a few other girls. Not sure what to think.
”

“
Why
the fuck are you telling me this? I don
’
t
care.
”

“
I
want my turn,
”
she says,
inching closer. She lifts my hand and puts it to her chest.
“
I want my turn to be nasty. To
be wrong.
”

Her hand goes over mine, squeezing
her tit.

My cock throbs. It
’
s quick to come to life. My hand
isn
’
t cutting anymore. I
need something a little wetter and tighter. Something with that beautiful,
sweet smell.

“
Want
to know my name?
”
she asks.

“
No.
”

“
I
know your name is Jake.
”

“
Good
for you.
”

She backs up. I dare her to fucking
try and leave now. Over a name? Please.

She doesn
’
t leave. Instead, she grabs the bottom of her shirt
and lifts it up and over her head. Next she reaches back and unsnaps her black,
lacy bra. Her tits are beautiful. Big, creamy, the same color as the rest of
her fair skin. There
’
s
freckles all over them. And the cherry on the fucking cake is a single bar
piercing through her right nipple.

Fuck yes.

“
You
like?
”
she asks, nervous.

“
Tits,
sweetie. I love them all. Come here.
”

I grab her waist and pull her
forward. She cries out and straddles me. My hands go up her smooth back and I
pull those tits right to my face. I close my eyes and smell her. Some kind of
sweet perfume, it
’
s
wonderful. I skip her pierced nipple and go for the other one. I know that most
guys would go for the piercing, but I know how to fucking seduce a woman the
right way.

The second my lips and tongue taste
her nipple, she groans and thrusts her hips at me. I feel her burning, pressing
against my hard cock. I bite at her nipple and she put her hands into my hair.
She tries to pull me away. I fight her and keep my teeth there.

Mine. Learn it, sweetie. Mine.

I bring my hand to her other
breast. I knead at her creamy flesh and then let my thumb flick at her
piercing. Each time I do it, she jumps and gasps.

I kiss her tit one more time and
then look up at her.

She
’
s
on fucking fire.

She
’
s
the kind that uses her red hair and nipple piercing to get what she wants and
nothing more. She
’
s not
used to someone taking over with her desires.

“
Fuck,
”
she whispers.

“
What
is it?
”
I ask.

“
Feels
good.
”

“
Good.
Are you going to come?
”

“
I
want you inside me.
”

She comes down on me and I put my
hand to her mouth and stop her.
“
I
’
ll be the one who tells you what
to do and when to do it.
”

My mouth then goes back to work on
her tits. I kept my hand gently on her throat and she puts her head back,
moaning. I swirl the tip of my tongue around her nipples. I bite at her
piercing and pull until she cries out. I then kiss her breasts and suddenly I
’
m attacked by something.

I
’
m
mentally comparing this chick to Jade. I circle her nipples again.

Jade
’
s are bigger. Hers are
more firm. They
’
re
more fun to suck on and nibble on. And when I tease Jade, she doesn
’
t try to push me away.
She comes closer, tighter, wanting more, trusting me
…

“
Oh,
fuck, Jake,
”
this chick
whispers.

She starts to rock her body.
Bouncing herself up and down on my cock. She
’
s
wearing jeans and I
’
m
wearing jeans. So we
’
re
just bumping bodies together right now. I can
’
t
really say it feels good, but it
’
s
something for my cock right now.

All it would take is a single
command and she
’
d be naked
for me. Or she
’
d be
swallowing my cock.

I engulf her left breast and groan.
My hand slides down her stomach. My fingers and twitching, comparing the feel
of her skin to Jade
’
s. I
touch the top of her jeans as I pull my mouth back. My hand tightens around the
top of her jeans. And then I freeze. I fucking freeze.

She looks down at me as I slide my
hand from her neck to her tits. I cup the one with the piercing. I squeeze,
slowly, almost awkward, like it
’
s
the first time I
’
m feeling
a tit in real life.

“
Jake
…”

I look at her body. Her pale skin,
freckles, a seriously hot fucking chick. Natural red hair and her eyes almost bluish
with green. She
’
s intense
and sexy. I need to fuck her. I want to fuck her. I
’
m hard as a rock. She
’
s
topless. She
’
s biting her
bottom lip. I can almost hear her pussy sopping in her panties for me.

I then have both hands on her
waist. I grit my teeth and push forward. She slides back, crying out. She
topples to her ass, on her elbows, eyes wide. Maybe she expects me to stand up
and whip my cock out and stuff it down her throat. I don
’
t know. But she
’
s
ready
…
and I
’
m just not.

“
I
’
m out of here,
”
I say.

“
What
the fuck?
”
she asks.

“
Sweetie,
trust me, nobody needs this in their life.
”

I can
’
t
believe I
’
m stepping over a
topless chick. I
’
m walking
from Zeke
’
s place, making a
line to my car. I get behind the wheel and look at the front door of the house.

I can still save this. I can still
go in there and fuck her.

But I don
’
t.

I grit my teeth harder and back up
and spin the car around.

There
’
s
only one fuck in my mind
…
just one
…
and it
’
s Jade.

I need just it one more time
…

Just one more fucking time.