BAD HEART: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 2) (9 page)

He
’
s
right there, right at me.

He touches the front of my PJ
’
s and gently lifts my shirt. His
fingers touch my belly and I
’
m
set on fire. I
’
m trying to
control my breathing, but if I do that, I
’
m
literally going to pass out.

“
I
started the night fucking hungry,
”
Jake whispers. He puts his forehead to mine.
“
I
’
m not going to go to bed hungry.
Understand?
”

I lick my lips.
“
So the deal
…”

Jake grins.
“
There was never a fucking deal, sweetie. I just
take what I want, when I want it.
”

My mouth opens and I
’
m left paralyzed.

Jake wraps his fingers around the
top of my PJ bottoms and pushes. Down they go, leaving me exposed to Jake.

Who does this? Who just walks up to
a woman and pulls her pants down?
Jake does.
And who just lets someone
like Jake do it?
Me.

His hands touch the outsides of my
legs. He moves up and in, fingertips against my smooth mound. Our eyes lock as
I feel one hand turn. His fingers slide between my legs. One finger grazes
along my wet folds. Jake curls his finger and touches my hole. I jump and sigh
- it feels so good already.

Jake takes his hands away and backs
up a couple steps. His lip curls and he looks angry. He looks so angry. I
’
m just standing there, feeling
so vulnerable to him and his touch.

My bottom lip starts to quiver. I
have no idea what to say.

I wish I could be in his mind right
now and know what he
’
s
thinking.

I want to tell Jake this
…
I find the words
…
I
’
m
ready to talk
…

And he comes at me again.

His hands smack my hips and he
lifts.

I cry out and then yell even louder
when my bare ass touches the cool counter. Jake
’
s
hands are fast as he rips my PJ bottoms off my body. They
’
re on the kitchen floor. My ass
on the counter. My legs spread wide open for his taking.

Jake put his hands to my waist and
holds me as he crouches down.

I whimper when I realize what he
’
s about to do.

He
’
s hungry
…
for me
…

I then think about what he had
gotten into a fight about. My legs instinctively try to close. I don
’
t want him touching, licking, or
fucking anyone and then spreading stuff with me.

His hands grab my knees and he
refuses to let me close my legs.

“
What?
”
he growls.

“
You
were with someone
…”

“
No.
I wasn
’
t. I tried. It didn
’
t happen. Got it?
”

I nod.
“
Jake, I don
’
t
fool around
…”

“
Yeah?
Neither do I, sweetie. I know what tastes best.
”

My legs suddenly become tingly and
I don
’
t refuse Jake
anymore.

His hands grip comfortably at the
inside of my thighs and his mouth comes forward with ease. I look down and see
- and feel - the tip of tongue slice bottom to top at my slit. Just that one
motion is almost enough for me. My toes curl and I bite my bottom lip as I
groan.

Jake moves his tongue top to bottom
and repeats the same move. He does it, again and again, forcing my body to move
with him. I thrust at him, my hips rocking with the rhythm of his wild tongue.
I feel his hands move up my legs even more. His tongue then rests against my
center and he presses hard, penetrating me. When he makes a circle, my body
jumps.

He takes his mouth away and groans.
“
Fuck, sweetie. You have no
fucking idea how good you taste.
”

“
Jake
…
don
’
t stop
…”

“
Come,
”
he orders.
“
Come for me right now. I want to
taste all of it.
”

Jake
’
s
mouth is back at me. His lips suck hard on my clit, the tip of his tongue
finding my sensitive nub and keeping right there. Up, down, circles, pressing,
my body doesn
’
t know how to
react. The pleasure mounts with ease, along with the fact that I
’
m in my own kitchen, ass on the
counter, getting taken care of like this. Not to mention I haven
’
t had an orgasm in a while. And
it
’
s Jake. My stepbrother.

Stop thinking that.

But I can
’
t.

He
’
s
my stepbrother.
And I fucking love this.

I reach down and dig my hand into
his hair. I hold tight as his tongue keeps working. My body is convulsing and I
slide my ass right to the edge of the counter. Jake hurries to move his hands
to my ass and he holds me in place.

He keeps me on the counter as I
press my other hand to the counter and start to lift. My head falls back,
hitting a cabinet. I groan and start whimpering as the rush begins. My right
leg wraps around to Jake
’
s
back.

The warm caress from deep inside me
begins and I can
’
t control
my body any longer. I start to come and Jake is right there to take care of me.
With each pulse of my insides, I throb and feel more wetness spill from me.

Jake
’
s
tongue begins to lap down and back up, the wet sound turning me on even more. 
He stays right there the entire time. Even after my body starts to calm, Jake
is still tasting me. When he does move away, he does it slowly, standing back
up. He puts his forehead to mine again.

His lips are an inch from mine. I
want him to kiss me, even if that means I
’
m
going to taste myself. He
’
s
done it before to me. I don
’
t
care.

Jake doesn
’
t kiss me. He pushes away from the counter. He
walks to the sink and grabs the bottle of whiskey. He holds it up and struts
out of the kitchen.

“
Have
a good night, sweetie,
”
he
says as he disappears.

I
’
m
left sitting there, naked, on the counter, my legs spread, glistening. My
nerves throbbing with gentle pleasure. My heart pounding. My hands tight at the
edge of the counter.

One thing I know for sure
…
there is no such thing as a
deal with my stepbrother. I want him and he wants me. This is a very dangerous
game to play, but it
’
s so
worth it.

__

8.

(Jake)

I sit on the roof and smile,
knowing I got what I wanted. The taste of whiskey and pussy on my lips. Not
just any pussy either. Jade
’
s
sweetness. It seems crazy to think, but something about her is just so
different and good. I can
’
t
get enough of it. She
’
s an
addiction.

I taste another gulp of whiskey and
then light up a cigarette.

Right across the horizon is the
first flicker of a new day. A small crack, a sliver of light as the world keeps
turning. I
’
ll face all the
shit as I need to face it. If the asshole from the bar wants to press charges,
so be it. If Thomas freaks out and kicks me, oh well. It will only hurt his
image, not mine. As for Rebecca? She
’
ll
use it as an excuse to wear a pretty dress and slam her face into a glass of
wine.

I have to be honest. None of it
makes sense. I just always did my thing. Had a dump of an apartment, some cash
in my pocket, and an urge to fuck. I like to fight. I love to drink. Everything
is always just there for the taking.

I look to my right and realize what
’
s fucking ruining everything for
me.

Her.

Jade.

She
’
s
destroying it all.

From the second I saw her, she was
just different. I never figured we
’
d
have a chance to hook up, but the more I heard her name, the more I wondered.
Then she fucking shows up to a party I
’
m
at and I just go for it. I push her buttons and corner her to chase her the
fuck away. And what does she do? She gives it up. She offers her body to my
commands. So I destroy her. I can still hear her cries of pleasure and pain. I
can still see her body after we were done. So sexy. Even when I had to clean up
a little blood.

I never take care of anyone. Not
even myself.

But Jade
…

She deserves so much more than all
this.

I can
’
t
let her fall into the trap her father and Hunter have set for her. But I can
’
t let her fall into my arms
either.

I finish my smoke and toss it from
the roof. I know I need to get some sleep before the day actually starts. But
temptation crawls right back into my ear. I slide to the right and look into
Jade
’
s window. The room is
mostly dark except for her TV glowing, which casts enough light across her bed.
She
’
s tucked in, curled up,
sleeping. I wonder what she
’
s
dreaming about right now.

“
Go
to bed, man,
”
I whisper to
myself.

Since when do I listen to anyone?

I hurry back to the window and
climb through. I stand there for a second and then leave. I go to Jade
’
s room and the door is unlocked,
just like last time. When I caught her fingering herself.

I shut the door and lock it.

The TV volume is all the way down.
Some infomercial is playing. The idea that she sleeps with the TV on - probably
for light - drives me mad. It makes my stomach tighten. The whiskey rolling
through my mind tells me I feel this way because Jade is everything I want and
need to fix myself.

But that
’
s bullshit.

There is no person for me.

Especially Jade.

Her life would be a mess if she
were with me. I mean, aside from the fact that she
’
s my damn stepsister
…

I touch the side of the bed and
crouch down. I stroke her cheek. I move down and kiss her cheek. She smells
delicious. My cock is aching and already half hard.

I inch the covers down and see what
she
’
s wearing. Some kind
tank top that has no purpose. Her tits are pressed together, mostly hanging
out. I touch her back and run my fingertips along the straps of the shirt. I
hook my middle finger around the top of the strap and take it down her shoulder
and arm. Right to her elbow. Her left breast is basically hanging out of her
shirt now. I run my hand down her chest and cup her breast, gently taking it
from her top.

My thumb grazes her pink and sweet
nipple.

I come forward and need to taste
her.

I run my lips over her nipple and
she jumps a little. I open my mouth and suckle on her hard nipple. My lips
slide over more of her breast.

Jade groans.

She moves to her back.

I pull away from her breast and
look at her.

Her eyes flutter with surprise.

“
Hey,
sweetie,
”
I whisper.
“
I
’
m
…”

She nods.

She reaches up to her other
shoulder and pulls the strap of the shirt down. She pushes and forces the tank
top to her stomach, leaving her breasts exposed. I stand and pull the covers
back, seeing she
’
s wearing nothing
else.

“
Holy
fuck,
”
I groan.

Jade reaches for me, pressing to
the middle of my jeans. She bites her bottom lip.
“
Jake
…”

“
I
’
m fucking hard,
”
I say.
“
I
’
m
going to tear you apart. But we don
’
t
have much time. It
’
s almost
daylight.
”

Jade looks to the window. It
’
s starting to get a little brighter.
We might have an hour to fuck
…
or maybe ten minutes.

I hurry and open my jeans. I drop
them down, my cock thick and hard. I grab Jade
’
s
hand and guide her to my shaft. I wrap my hand tight around her hand and I stroke
myself with her hand. Root to tip, three times, and I let her hand go. She
keeps going, scaling me up and back, unable to fully grip me with my thickness
and her small hand.

I have an urge to ram my cock into
her mouth and down her throat, but her pussy looks so sweet and so tight.

I pull away from Jade
’
s hand. I grab her by the legs
and turn her, so she
’
s on
the edge of the bed, legs spread, her pussy facing me.

I come forward and put my hand on
the bed, next to her face. She
’
s
breathing wildly again. Her tits look so full and sexy. And Jade
…
she
’
s just fucking beautiful.

Reaching down, my fingers graze her
pussy, feeling how wet she is. I spread her wetness down my cock and hold
myself tight. I press against her, feeling her lift. She gasps as I apply
pressure, breaking her open again.