Unleashed (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (158 page)

“Well?” he asks, and his hand goes to my jaw. He rubs a thumb along my lower lip. He pulls it down, leans in and takes it in between his lips and sucks on it.

This time I kiss him back, but he pulls away again, and I let out a mewl of frustration.

“You want your first time to be like this?”

The world drowns away. I can’t hear anything but a dull whine. It’s like a bomb has just gone off.

“What?” I whisper.

“Do you,” he says, spacing out the words. He bucks his hips again. This time his hardness hits my clit, and even through my jeans, the sudden sensation pulls a small sound from my throat, a jolt from my body. “Want your first time to be like this?”

My voice is scratchy now. “Who says it’s my first time?”

“Christ,” he whispers, letting go of my hands and letting me down onto the ground. He shows his back to me, leans over the balcony.

Again, I find myself feeling undone, unraveled, bared. Why is he doing this to me? An anger starts to bubble. I’m embarrassed.

He turns around, and he takes my hand. “Pen.”

“What?” I say, looking away.

He brings himself close, and again I can smell him. I want to fall into his arms.

“I want to be with you,” he says. “God, I’d fuck you straight through to lunch.” There’s a flicker of his lips, an almost-smile. “But not like this. I’m not into this.”

“Not into what?” I say. “You think it’s no longer a conquest if the girl is drunk, ain’t that right? Your ego
needs
me to be sober.”

“Drunk girls are a sloppy lay.” He shrugs. “It wouldn’t be worth my time.”

“Fuck you, Pierce.”

“Time to go, Pen.”

“I don’t need you to parent me.”

“Parenting you,” he says, “Is the last thing I’ll ever do. But you’re still going home.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m going home.”

“So? I’ll stay here!”

“We close in thirty minutes.”

“Then I’ll stay the thirty minutes.”

“With who? Do what? Go back down to the club?”

I don’t reply. That’s exactly what I
don’t
want to do.

He coils an arm around my waist and pulls me forward. “We’re going.”