Page 64 of Jealous Stepbrother
I park in the shadow of a deserted boathouse. It’s private, close enough I can still hear the gulls and waves. I grab the food and step out.
She rounds on me the second I drag her inside the nearest boathouse and slam the door shut. We both ignore the musty smell.
“What are we doing, Asher? Do you even know?” Her voice cracks on the last word, distress raw in her eyes.
I sigh, feeling a layer of fury evaporate.
She’s been through enough. I won’t scare her with the detailed plans I have for her life. Our lives.
So for now, I make it easy for her.
Step forward, open my arms wide. “Come here, Scarlett.”
For one breathless second, she hesitates. Then with a choked sound, she leaps at me.
I catch her, spin us around, pin her to the weathered brick wall. Her legs wrap tight around my waist, her nails clawing my shoulders.
“I’m guessing you don’t want the food?” I rasp against her mouth, jerking my head atthepaper bag sitting on the table.
Her laugh is broken, desperate. “No, I don’t want the food. You drive me insane! I want to kill you and I want to kiss you.”
I shrug. “You can do both. Whatever you want, baby. Just tell me which one you want first.”
Her nostrils flare. With fury. But also with arousal. Bottle green fire lances over me. Then she moans. “I wantyouto fuck me, Asher.”
Her legs tighten around my waist, her breath hot against my jaw, her nails scraping down my neck like she’s both furious and starving.
“Did you really want to go to brunch?” I rasp, caging her tighter against the wall.
She falters. Her throat works, and when she finally speaks, her voice is small. “No.”
“No?” I push, eyes boring into hers.
Her lashes flutter. “I didn’t want to disappoint Mom.”
I growl low in my chest, forehead pressing to hers. “You will have to in future. Because I can’t—” my breath shudders out, raw, unfiltered—“I can’t bear the thought of other guys sitting around you, laughing with you, imagining what I already know. What’s mine.”
Her eyes flash with defiance even as her lips tremble. “Asher… what are we doing?”
“Don’t think about that now, princess.” I nip at her jaw, dragging my mouth down to her ear. “I missed you this morning. Was highly pissed I didn’t get to wake in bed with you. To drill the prettiest cunt in the world good morning. Did you miss me?”
A light flush kisses her skin. “Y-yes.”
My chest is still tight as fuck with every toxic emotion on earth riding me but I breathe a little easier. “Good. Then let your brother make you feel good.”
She shudders in my arms, a whimper breaking free. That sound detonates in my chest.
“How badly do you want it?” I murmur, grinding my cock against her soaked panties until she gasps, her body arching.
Another ragged cry escapes her. She grabs my face, trying to claim my mouth, trying to turn the tables with that dangerous little power she wields.
But I have power of my own. “You want your big brother’s dick inside you, don’t you?”
“Stepbrother,” she breathes, almost desperately, clinging to that sliver of distance.
I smile, cruel and indulgent. Rear back when she lunges for me. “Uh uh, darling. We’re not going back to that.”
“Asher…please.”
