BAD LUST: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 1) (8 page)

“
I
remember,
”
I say.

“
He
’
s the CEO of the new tech
company. And I
’
m treating
him to a little vacation back here. He needs the break. And, of course, he
wants to take you out.
”

“
What?
”

“
You
and I both know that Hunter would make a great man for you,
”
my father says.
“
With my guidance
…
your beauty
…
it
’
s quite the story. You used to be friends and now
you
’
re older
…”

“
You
’
re setting me up?
”
I ask.

“
Give
me a fucking break,
”
Jake
whispers.

He then storms from the room. His
mother reaches for him, but he shakes her away. I can
’
t help but wonder if Jake is jealous. But he can
’
t be jealous. It
’
s just me, right?

“
I
’
m not setting anything up,
”
my father says.
“
Just making sure you end up the
right arms. That
’
s all. I
cannot take care of your forever, Jade.
”
He takes Rebecca
’
s hand and
squeezes tight.
“
It
’
s time to set our burdens free.
”

“
I
’
m a burden?
”
I ask.

My father laughs.
“
Of course not. But I need to
make sure that when you leave, you
’
re
okay. There
’
s too much
danger out there in the world.
”

“
And
what about Jake?
”
I ask.
“
What are you going to do for
him?
”

“
Don
’
t worry about your stepbrother,
”
my father says.

The word makes me cringe.

I look at Rebecca.
“
He
’
s
your son
…”

“
I
know,
”
she says.
“
But you don
’
t know what I
’
ve been through.
”

I feel sick and appalled. I feel
let down and angry.

I have nothing else to say.

I leave the dining room and walk
through the house. I walk to my room. I don
’
t
want to think about Hunter right now. I want to think about Jake. And his body.

When I walk by Jake
’
s room, my fingertips touch his
door. For a second, I think about knocking. Checking on him. Making sure he
’
s okay.

But it
’
s Jake.

He
’
s
not okay. And even if he was, he would be a total asshole about it.

So I go into my room. It used to be
a castle to me. It used to be everything to me. Now it
’
s just a giant, dumb room. And my neighbor is my
hot stepbrother.

Ohmygosh
…
did I really just think
that?

There
’
s
a mini fridge in my room. One of the many perks I have in life. The front is
stocked with water and soda. Normal stuff, blah, blah. Behind that is a bottle
of vodka. Katelyn gave it to me a while ago, telling me to save it for a night
when I
’
d need it. She knows
how my father is. And tonight
’
s
the perfect night to get drunk.

And forget
…
about everything
…

9.

(Jake)

I
’
m sitting on
the damn roof outside my
window, finishing up a smoke. I will say one thing. The fucking view from this
place is something else. Green hills, trees, and the sun setting in the
distance. If I gave half a shit, I
’
d
remember this. But it
’
s all
bullshit to me. I
’
ll hang
around as long as I need to. I
’
m
about ready to just take some cash and split. Open my own shop somewhere and
start collecting old cars and fixing them up.

Rebecca cut off my trust fund, but
she
’
s a moron. I always
keep a little bit of cash with me. I hide it everywhere I can think. Clothes,
bags, even my car. If I had to total it all up, I
’
d
say I
’
m good for thirty
large. Not enough to survive on, but enough to disappear on for a little while.

I know my dream is to get out and
open a shop, but if I took thirty thousand and hit the road, I
’
d blow it on booze and chicks. I
’
d end up broke, my dick limp,
and a hangover that would last for weeks.

But it
’
d be worth it.

I look to my right and see another
window. It takes no fucking genius to know it
’
s
Jade
’
s window. I take one
last drag of my smoke and flick it from the roof. With any luck it
’
ll land in the pool. Or maybe it
’
ll blow away and catch something
on fire. Whatever. Let all this shit around me fucking burn.

I inch along the roof and stop at
Jade
’
s window.

She
’
s
on the edge of her bed, her head rocking back and forth. I see a bottle in her
hand and laugh.

“
She
’
s fucking drinking,
”
I whisper.

Nice job, sweetie
…

Little rich girl likes to throw
some back when nobody
’
s
looking. Not that I can blame her. Her father is a real asshole. He treats her
like she
’
s an employee of
his. He looked damn ready to attack her at dinner. Normally I like drama and
violence, but something about that guy hitting his daughter irked me. Maybe
because I took a few hits as a kid from guys my mother was fucking, I don
’
t know.

I reach forward, ready to knock on
the glass and scare the hell out of Jade, but I freeze when I see her stand up.
She turns, her back to me. She drinks from the bottle, making it officially
empty. The bottle hits the floor and she reaches up, taking her hair with her.

Goddamn, there
’
s something about Jade right
now. Pulling her hair up like that. Her hairs above her head. I instantly think
back to the night I fucked her. How good it was. How good she was. How she has
no fucking clue what that body of hers does to a man.

Jade brings one hand down slowly,
then the other. She turns just a little, enough for me to see that she
’
s unbuttoning her jeans.

“
Holy
shit,
”
I whisper.

Jade bends over and slides her
little ass out of those jeans. She stands and steps from them, stumbling a
little. She
’
s definitely
shitfaced drunk right now. Any normal person would have seen me by now
crouching at their window. But I couldn
’
t
look away.

Her panties are red. Fucking red.
Lacy at the edges and full. They cover her entire ass almost like
granny-panties, but damn, it
’
s
sexy on her. The bottom of her ass pushes out just enough to make my cock ache.

But little princess bitch isn
’
t done yet. Fuck no.

She sits back on the back and
inches back a little. Her left hand touches the bed and her right hand slips
down the front of her panties. Four fingers inside her panties and her thumb
hooked over the top. I can see her wrist making a circle motion.

She
’
s
fucking touching herself right now.

But the panties are ruining the
sight for me.

I grit my teeth. My cock is
suddenly thick and full. Jacking off into the bathroom sink has done nothing for
me. I
’
m still ready to go.
I
’
m desperate for Jade.

She put her head back and starts to
breathe heavy. Her fingers are moving faster. Harder. I want to break the
window and get in there. Get on my knees and lap up every little droplet of
sweetness that
’
s coming
from her body right now.

“
Fuck,
”
I growl.

I don
’
t
know how much more I can take.

Jade falls all the way back on her
bed now. She brings up her left leg and lifts herself, turning a little to the
right, offering my eyes even more. Her pinky spills out of the side of her
panties, her pointer, middle, and ringer finger doing all the work. Rubbing
those tender folds of hers. Maybe her middle finger flicking at her clit.

Jesus Christ, I
’
m going to shoot a load
in my pants.

I keep watching and Jade works it
even more. Not only is she thrusting at her own touch, her left hand touches
her chest. She cups her breast over her shirt and arches her back. Her hand
slowly moves down her body and touches the bottom of her shirt.

This is fucking wild.

This chick is a dork. She
’
s too smart for this. She
’
s quiet, stays to herself, and
is the joke of a lot of guys on campus. They
’
d
talk about fucking her. They
’
d
wonder if she ever put out before. If she
’
s
ever stroked a cock, sucked a cock, or maybe if she was like a closet lesbian
or some shit. I can attest to everything of that though.

But to watch her touch herself like
this
…
just fuck.

Jade
’
s
hand is up her shirt. Her hand moves over her breast and now all I can see is
her hand pushing against her shirt as she massages herself.

I
’
m
done. I can
’
t take anymore
of this. I
’
m either going
to come in pants, jerk off, or just slam my head off the window to get inside.

I slowly walk backwards on the roof
and climb back into my room. I shut the window and turn around. My body is on
goddamn fire and I need to fuck someone. That
’
s
all that will fix the urges inside me right now. There
’
s nothing else I can do.

Except smoke.

And drink.

Then
,
fuck
…

I shut my eyes. I reach into my
pocket and fetch another smoke. I put it between my lips, but it
’
s not doing a thing for me. It
won
’
t fix what my eyes have
seen and my memory is fixated on. That innocent, rich princess girl right next
door. A chick that I guess is my stepsister right now. All the temptation of
her body making me shake with a sexual fury.

I never hold back. It
’
s not my nature. If you don
’
t want to fuck, then I walk
away. Yet here I am in a goddamn bedroom that
’
s
fucking fake, with a smoke in my mouth, unlit, my eyes glued to the door.

I literally spit the cigarette from
my mouth and charge at the door. I
’
m
not going to let this shit go. I
’
m
not going to be some kind of fucking
good boy
for anyone. And I
’
m not going to let Jade lie on
her bed and finger herself.

I leave the room and walk to her
door. I touch the doorknob and know it has to be locked. What kind of fool
would leave it unlocked when they were two fingers deep in themselves?

The doorknob turns
…
my stepsister is that kind
of fool
…

I close my eyes for a second and
shake my head. The whole
step
thing needs to go from my mind. And it
needs to stop turning me on and tempting me more.

I open the door and step into the
room.

Jade quickly sits up and looks at
me. It takes her another two seconds to pull her hand from her panties. Her
shirts comes down to her legs, leaving my fists balled up.

“
What
the fuck are you doing?
”
I
ask.

“
What
the fuck are you doing in here?
”
she asks.

Her head sways a little. Her eyes
trying to focus. She
’
s high
on booze and touching herself. She
’
s
a deadly dream for me.

“
Heard
a noise,
”
I say.
“
Thought you were hurt or upset.
I guess not.
”

“
Get
the
…”

I see the look in her eye. The same
look from the night we fucked. I shut the door behind me. I
’
m in her room. Her father and my
mother are downstairs. The entire situation is a complete mess and so wrong.

But the look of Jade
’
s long legs is killing me.

I approach the bed and stand before
her.

“
Jake
…”

“
You
’
re fucking drunk,
”
I say.
“
What the hell are you trying to prove?
”

“
I
’
m trying to get you out of my
head,
”
I admit.

I smirk.

No chance, sweetie. No fucking
chance at all.

I reach down and grab her right
wrist. She jumps a little and leans back, her left hand on the bed, trying to
keep her balance.

I lift her hand to my nose and take
a deep breath.

“
Fuck,
that
’
s sweet,
”
I say.

She blushes and bites on her bottom
lip. She wants it so fucking bad. My cock is so thick and hard. I
’
m ready for her.

I squeeze her hand and bring her
fingers to my mouth. I flick my tongue to her middle and ring fingers, tasting
some of the familiar flavor I had been missing.

“
Fuck,
”
I growl.
“
You were touching yourself,
sweetie.
”

“
Shut
up. I
’
m so
…
lost
…”

Jade reaches forward and cups my
jeans. Her little hand against my big bulge. Her hand stands no chance against
me. Neither does her mouth, her pussy, her ass
…
anything.

Her drunk eyes stare up at me, sad
and horny.

“
Jesus
Christ,
”
I say.
“
You need to just go to bed,
sweetie.
”

“
I
want to suck you off,
”
she
says.
“
I want to taste it
all again. I want to be dirty for you.
”

Holy fucking hell.

Under normal circumstances, she
would not have the chance to say anything else. I
’
d
just rip my cock from my pants and let her have her way. But Jade is different.
This whole thing is different.

“
Tomorrow,
”
I say.
“
Right now you need sleep off the booze, sweetie.
You
’
re going to get sick.
You drank the entire bottle, didn
’
t
you?
”

“
Yeah,
”
she says.
“
I don
’
t care anymore.
”

“
I
know. This is all fucked up. I get it. But you can
’
t
…”

Her hand presses against my cock. I
step a little more toward her. Her hand rubbing hard. My cock is twisted and
bent in my jeans, aching to be free. I look down and watch her fingers start to
tug at my zipper.

I grit my teeth and hate myself for
what I
’
m going to do next.

My hand clamps down hard on Jade
’
s wrist. I push her away as I
stare into her eyes.

We
’
re
fucking burning for each other. There
’
s
a connection there and I can
’
t
figure out what the fuck it is.

“
Fuck,
Jade
…”

“
Do
that.
Fuck Jade
. Yes. Do it.
”

“
You
’
re drunk, sweetie. You
’
re going to regret
…”

“
I
don
’
t care!
”
she yells.
“
You fucked me once! Do it again!
”

I drop to one knee before her,
still holding her wrist.
“
Hey,
I
’
m game for anything wild.
But you keep yelling
…
and
they
’
re going to come up
here and find us like this. You stinking of vodka and pussy. And me rock hard
and pissed off.
”

“
Good.
”

Jade opens her mouth and put my
hand over it. Her scream is muffled. She twists her head and then fucking bites
at me. I pull my hand away and she tries to scream again. I let her wrist go
and have no choice but to grab her by the back of the neck and pull her in for
a kiss.