Page 6 of Clandestine

“Who did you think I was?” I quiz him, raising an eyebrow, because who would he be startled by at this point?

“Oh, just your asshole brother.”

“Stepbrother,” I correct. “And why asshole to you?”

“Oh, calm down, you know what I mean,” he says, avoiding my question.

The shower curtain covering his lower half has drooped while he’s become more relaxed, and the toned V below his abs is drawing me in. My mind is overwhelmed by trying to maintain eye contact, longing for another peek at his abs, and the taunting space below them vying for my attention.

“If you join me, you can stare all you want, baby girl.”

I can’t help but wonder what he would do if I said yes.

“Maybe next time, big boy,” I say as I slip back out of the door.

“Next time it is, then!” Jackson shouts over the sound of the spraying water.

His words cause a tingle down to my toes, and I wonder if I’ll make it through this tour continuing to deny him, even if all I’ll be able to offer him is a hookup.

I’ve barely turned around and placed my back to the thin bathroom door to collect myself when Colby appears out of nowhere.

“What were you doing in the bathroom with Jackson?”

Colby’s voice wipes the smile off my face immediately. I don’t really want to speak to him more than necessary, and the way he towers over me now isn’t helping my wayward thoughts. I can’t let myself get comfortable around them again. I can’t let them back in.

“Nothing. I accidentally walked in on him showering and left.”

He looks at the bathroom door like he can see remnants of something going on.

“It sounded a little more chatty than that. No fucking my bandmates on my tour bus, got it?” His hazel eyes level with mine, looking more green than brown at the moment.

“As if I would listen to you telling me what I’ll be doing with my body. I’m taking a nap. Wake me up when we get there, grumpy ass.”

I crawl into bed, rubbing my temples and desperately trying to ignore the slight ache between my legs, due to Colby’s commanding temperament.

FIVE

COLBY

Oh, I’ve fucked up.

Not only did I put my stepsister on a tour bus with three people who obviously want to fuck her in some capacity, but I put myself in a position to now watch not one, but two other people pine after her. I shouldn’t be, God, I know I shouldn’t be, but I’m so jealous that I can’t even see straight. And now I’m fucking embarrassed because I tried to assert dominance over Hale, and it backfired immediately.

Goddamnit. My dick is stiff in my pants just thinking about taking her, ruining her for another man, fuck, or woman. I’m having to actually fight myself from chasing her down the hall with a semi-erect dick.

My hand has barely moved from adjusting my groin when Jackson opens the bathroom door.

“Oh, hey, dude. All yours. I’d wait if you want a hot shower, though,” he says as he slides past me, his shaggy blonde hair dripping all over his gray t-shirt.

“A cold shower sounds nice, actually,” I tell him as coolly as possible, hoping a cold shower might tone down my burning thoughts.

“Yeah, man, get your head straight before we get there. You’ve been a bit of a dick today. You should really go easy on Hale. She’s softer than us.”

If only he knew. I’m sure she is soft. Every part of her, from her curvy hips to her full thighs. Her perky little breasts that I know my palm would devour.

I grunt in response to Jackson and rush into the bathroom before he can see the growing tent in my pants. Locking the door behind me, I strip fast, wrenching the water handle on as quickly as possible. My hand has a mind of its own, though. Before I actually make it into the shower, my palm is flexed around my cock, giving it a rough tug that sends pleasure shooting into my balls.

I can’t fucking stop. I tug myself over and over. Picturing her tits bouncing as I fuck her into the shower wall right in front of me, tearing through her tight walls while she moans my name. The most forbidden name she could possibly moan, but I don’t care. I stroke myself hard, keeping my grip tight to stimulate what it would feel like to be buried deep inside of her. The friction too fucking good.

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