BAD HEART: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 2) (12 page)

With that, he turns and leaves
the bathroom.

I have no time to stop and catch
my breath right. I have to hurry. I have to wash my hand, fix my panties and
dress. I have to collect myself and then go back to dinner.

With my father. With Jake
’
s mother. Ohmyfuckinggosh
…
with Hunter sitting
there.

This is really bad.

I should feel like a whore,
right?

But I don
’
t.

I feel good.

Really fucking good.

I open my eyes and rock my hips. I
’
m grinding my ass to my bed,
like something is there to pleasure me. When I realize I
’
m in my bed and I
’
m
alone, I stop moving. Between my legs, I
’
m
throbbing and tender. I feel what me and Jake had done just a few hours ago.

I can
’
t
go back to sleep now.

I have to be awake. When I sleep, I
dream of Jake. Yet when I
’
m
awake, I think about him. I hurry to get out of bed, wondering what happened
with him and my father. I
’
m
sure it was a disaster.

Jake
’
s
going to get kicked out soon.

Then again, I don
’
t know why he
’
s here. Nobody wants him in the
house. Gosh, that sounds so fucking mean. But it
’
s
true. I don
’
t even know how
I feel. Me and Jake near each other is just pure temptation. And that has to
stop. My father is married to Jake
’
s
mother. We live in the same house. It
’
s
all confusing. I can
’
t
resist him.

Yet here I am rushing to my bedroom
door so I can go check on Jake. Because it seems nobody else in the world cares
about to ask him how he
’
s
doing. So I do it. Why? Because I
’
m
trying to be nice? Or because I want him to thrust that amazing cock of his
into my body?

I open my door and Jake is standing
there.

I scream.

“
Whoa,
”
he says.
“
Hey
…”

I catch my breath.
“
Jake.
”

“
I
was just about to knock.
”

I grab his shirt and pull him into
my room.
“
Come here.
”

“
We
going again?
”
he asks with
a smile.

Resist
…
resist
…
resist
…

“
No,
”
I say.
“
That
’
s
done. Okay?
”

“
Another
deal?
”

“
No
deal, Jake. Just
…
no.
”

He nods.
“
Okay.
”

“
Okay?
You don
’
t do okay
…”

“
I
need a favor. I
’
m sorry.
”

“
What
happened with my father?
”

“
I
’
m in deep shit,
”
he says.
“
I didn
’
t do anything wrong. Just a bar fight. It
’
ll go away. I got a nice warning
from your boyfriend though. He
’
s
staking his claim.
”

“
Shit,
”
I say.

Hunter.

I don
’
t
know how I feel about that either.

“
Look,
”
Jake says.
“
I
’
m
not supposed to be near you right now. That
’
s
the deal, I guess. But everyone is busy and I don
’
t
have a car.
”

“
You
want my car?
”
I ask.

“
No.
I want my car. And it
’
s at
a friend
’
s house.
”

I nod.
“
You need a ride.
”

“
You
look like you need a ride,
”
Jake says.

He takes a step. Then another. I
put my hand out and touch his stomach, stopping him.

Fuck, why can I feel his stomach
muscles through his shirt
…

“
Jake.
”
I shake my head.
“
They
’
re married. Okay? That
’
s not going to change. What do you think is going
to happen here?
”
I look up
at him.
“
I mean
…
if we get caught. Or it goes
too far
…”

“
Stop
thinking about it so much,
”
he says.
“
Just go with what
feels right.
”

What feels right would be to grab
him and pull him close. Have his tongue all over my body. Have him between my
legs. Tasting. Suckling. Working back up and kissing my mouth so I taste
myself.

“
Let
me get changed and I
’
ll
meet you outside,
”
I say.

Jake nods. He smiles.
“
Thanks, sweetie. I owe you one.
”

Jake leaves the room and I touch my
stomach.

This is getting bad. He
’
s giving me goosebumps and
butterflies at the same time. He
’
s
so wrong, but it all makes me feel so fucking right.

I hate it.

I hate him.

I hate these feelings.

I change and meet Jake outside. I
check over my shoulder, like I
’
m
a criminal. Jake is in the passenger seat and I
’
m
driving him again.

We are in silence, tension
lingering between us. Any conversation won
’
t
end well. Either we
’
ll end
up arguing or he
’
ll end up
fingering me while I drive.

That
’
s
the extent of our relationship.

Relationship?

We
’
re
fucking
…
he
’
s my stepbrother. I
’
m his stepsister. My father
married his mother. There is no relationship here. Not at all.

The only time Jake talks is to give
me directions.

I hate driving like this, but I don
’
t know what to say. I can
’
t get him out of my memory and
it doesn
’
t help matters
that he
’
s lingering on my
skin. His hands touching, his body against mine, his lips and tongue
…

“
Right
up here,
”
Jake says.
“
Kind of hidden.
”

“
This
is really hidden,
”
I say.
“
I never knew there were houses
up here.
”

“
Nothing
much,
”
Jake says.
“
My friend is the result of an
affair and he
’
s paid to
stay away.
”

“
Oh,
wow.
”

“
That
’
s why I fit in with him. We don
’
t belong yet we
’
re here.
”

I stop the car and before Jake
could get out, I put my hand to his. The reversal of what happened when we were
in the driveway. Now I
’
m in
control.

“
Jake.
You fit in and belong
…”

Jake looks at me.
“
Don
’
t give me that shit. I don
’
t need fucking pity. Just pussy.
”

He takes his hand away and gets out
of the car.

I tell myself to just leave it
there. Let him get his car and let me have my day.

But I can
’
t.

I refuse to let him be a complete
asshole twenty-four-seven to me. We
’
re
beyond that right now.

I get out of the car and go after
Jake. He has his keys in his hand and I smack them away. They hit the ground
and he curls his lip at me.

“
Tough
chick?
”
he asks.

“
No.
You
’
re an asshole.
”

“
I
know that already.
”

“
You
don
’
t have to feel the way you
do.
”

“
Yes,
I do. You don
’
t know shit
about me, sweetie. You
’
re
pretty and rich. Enjoy your life.
”

I swallow hard.
“
You know
…
my mother left. I went through it, Jake. Alone. I
know that feeling. My father turned it into a business move. Okay? I
’
m a pawn to him. Nothing else.
”

Jake stares at me.
“
Good for you. You know pain.
Your mother left you.
”

“
If
you don
’
t belong here,
”
I say,
“
then neither do I.
”

Jake laughs.
“
You don
’
t know a thing, Jade. Just go the fuck home. Put on
your bathing suit. Call your hot friend over and sit by the pool.
”

Hot friend
…

“
You
think Katelyn is hot?
”
I
ask.

“
Yeah.
I
’
d fuck her. I
’
ve seen her look at me. Man,
those eyes
…
if her body is
half as wild
…”

I start to shake and snap.

And by snap, I slap Jake. Right
across the damn face. But I
’
m
not done yet. I jump at him, forcing him to catch me. He falls back to his car
and his arms are around me, holding me at my waist.

He wants to throw me. I know it. I
can sense it. He wants to throw me to the ground and tell me to go away.

I know it because I get it.

I feel the same way.

We need to fight the temptation and
make this thing end once and for all.

But I can
’
t help it.

And neither can Jake.

“
Fuck,
”
he growls.

“
Yes,
”
I whisper.
“
Yes. Right now.
”

“
Right
now,
”
Jake growls.

He looks over his shoulder at the
house behind him.

“
In
there?
”
I ask.

“
No.
I
’
m sure the house is full
of people.
”
Jake steps
forward and reaches back with one hand. He opens the car door.
“
Right here, sweetie.
”

Before I can say a word, he turns
around and bends. We then slide across the backseat of his car. He drops me on
the seat and then shuts the door.

He hovers over me.

“
Are
you kidding me?
”
I ask.

“
You
want it? This is how we do it.
”

I bite my bottom lip. I
’
m torn. We should not be doing
this like this. If we get caught
…
someone sees and starts the rumor. Or if a cop catches up.

Stepbrother fucking his
stepsister
…

Fuck it. I don
’
t care.

I reach down and cup between Jake
’
s legs. I squeeze and nod.

He grins wide.
“
Fucking beautiful. Hurry and
take your pants off, sweetie.
”

I open my jeans and lift up,
pushing them down along with my panties. As I do that, Jake opens his jeans. He
pushes them down, letting his cock pop free. He
’
s
already hard, ready to go. He grips himself at the middle of his shaft. He
moves hunched over. We have no goddamn room but it
’
s so fucking hot.

The car is already hot as hell.
Soon the windows will be steamed up.

I
’
ve
never done this before.

I
’
ve
never fooled around in the backseat of a car.

I haven
’
t even kissed in the front seat of a car.

Nothing. Nada.

But it
’
s totally worth the wait.

Jake touches the inside of my right
leg and pushes. I put my foot on the floor and I thrust up, wanting him inside
me.

He touches between my legs, petting
my wetness a couple times and then touching his cock with his wet fingers. He
touches me again, pressing his two fingers inside me.

I groan and thrust up.

“
Damn,
”
Jake whispers.
“
You
’
re still so fucking tight. It
’
s amazing.
”

Jake comes forward and presses
himself to me. I don
’
t have
the room like I did in my bed. I don
’
t
the ability to open my legs crazy wide and then hook them around his back. In
the backseat of his car, we don
’
t
have much room.