Biker Stepbrother - Part Two Page 3
I smiled. “Everything, I s’pose.”
She flipped the T.V. off and turned towards me. A sliver of a break in the curtain let just enough light in that I could see the outline of her pretty face.
“Mind if I cuddle up to you tonight?” she asked. “It’s kind of cold in here.”
I slipped my arm underneath her back and pulled her in close. Her cheek pressed against my chest and she slowly slipped her arm under mine. An audible sigh escaped her lips as she nuzzled in to me. I felt her body relax in my arms, as if she’d been holding in the tension of a thousand years for as long as she could remember.
The scent of her wet, shampooed hair filled my lungs, and the sensation of her generous breasts against my body, separated only by a thin cotton t-shirt, suddenly made my dick hard before I had time to hide it. I quickly shifted to my back.
“What was that?” she poked her head up.
“Nothing, go to sleep.”
“I felt it, Gray…”
“You felt nothing.”
Her hand flew down to my crotch, where she gripped my throbbing member. It should’ve made me shudder. It should’ve made me vomit or roll away from her or lose my hard on. But it didn’t. Her hand lingered, her fingers gripping my shaft and not indicating they were going to let go anytime soon.
“Wow,” she whispered. “Gray Daughtry is packing…”
Her hand slipped away and she scooted over about a foot.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” she said meekly. It was dark, but I was quite sure she was blushing. “Wasn’t thinking. I keep forgetting you were my brother.”
“It’s okay,” I said. I didn’t want her to feel bad, and I sure as hell didn’t want to make things anymore awkward between us. “We’re just a couple of adults now.”
“Do you ever think of me like that, Gray?” she asked. “I mean, we’ve only been back in each other’s lives a few days, but sometimes when I look at you, I forget that we’ve only ever known each other in a brother-sister kind of way.”
I bit my lip and felt blood rush to my throbbing cock once again. I didn’t do emotional sex. I didn’t do lovey-dovey tenderness. I didn’t make love to girls the way a girl like her would want. I fucked.
Gray Daughtry only fucked.
“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t had a single dirty thought about you since seeing you… all grown up,” I admitted against my better judgment, and I watched as her lips curled into a pleased smile. Or maybe it was relief. It was dark. I couldn’t quite tell. All I knew was my heart was beating like a runaway train and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. “You’re a very beautiful woman now.”
She released a deep breath she’d been apparently holding in and her body nonchalantly wiggled closer to me. I could feel her breath against the bare flesh of my chest as her fingers searched for mine under the covers.
“You don’t want me like that,” I said, my voice a growl of a whisper.
“How do you know what I want?”
“Trust me,” I said. “I’m not good for you in that sort of way.”
Her hand released mine and her fingers tugged on the waist of my boxers. “The way you look at me, Gray. It scares me and makes me feel loved all at the same time. I can only imagine the way you’d feel inside me.”
I swallowed the lump that rose in my throat. My mouth was dry. I couldn’t believe this was happening. She snapped my waistband and found my hand again, placing it over her perky breast.
“It’s okay,” she said earnestly. “You can touch me.”
I squeezed my fingers, gripping the full flesh of her breast and forgetting that she was ever my kid stepsister. My cock throbbed hard and my balls began to ache. The things I wanted to do to her…
She leaned in closer to me, pressing her body onto mine and placing her lips on my collarbone. Wisps of her hair tickled my skin and sent pinpricks all over my body as her hot lips peppered me with kisses. My body was on fire and it took all the strength I had not to roll on top of her and make her scream my name.
Her hand reached below, searching for my waistband again, but I stopped it. My cock throbbed like a son of a bitch, and I wanted nothing more than to bend her over, grab her ass, and fuck the shit out of her tight, sweet pussy. But I stopped it.
“Everly…” I breathed.
She quit kissing me. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted this?”
I understood that my cock was sending the wrong message, but I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t risk hurting her emotionally when the poor girl had already been through so much. I had to protect her, even if that meant protecting her from myself.
“I don’t make love,” I said. “I fuck.”
“Then fuck me,” she begged. She sat up in bed and tugged the thin, cotton t-shirt over her head, revealing supple round breasts that begged to be touched. “Please, Gray. Fuck me.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rossi St. James is a twenty-something young woman with a passion for Oreos, crazy, twisted stories, and hiking trails with her two yellow labs, Sunny and Cloudy. When she’s not writing, you can probably find her scouring Pinterest for inspiration for her next book. (That’s pretty much all she uses Pinterest for anyway, as Rossi St. James cannot cook, sew, or craft).
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LETTER / THANK YOU FROM THE AUTHOR
Dear Reader,
Thanks so much for reading Biker Stepbrother Part 2! I hope you enjoyed it! I plan to release part 3 by the end of January at the absolute latest, so brace yourselves! Part 3 is going to be full of even more twists and turns and I promise a VERY satisfactory ending to the mini series.
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Rossi