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

by Hayes, Aurora

  I’m pissed off by the time I get to my room. I never met someone that could destroy my emotions like Jake can. I haven’t even seen him yet and I already want to slap him.

  If he was just right in front of my face…

  I open my door and Jake is right there.

  Right in front of my face.

  I let out a yell and blink, expecting him to disappear.

  Why the fuck is he in my room?

  “Why are you in my room?” I ask.

  “That’s the hello I get?” he asks.

  I then think about who Jake is.

  Dirty. Nasty. A complete fucking asshole.

  So fucking sexy though… did you see his chin? The scruff on his face is so bad ass…

  I look around Jake and expect to see a woman in my bed. I wouldn’t put it by him to fuck someone in my bed just to do it. Just to piss me off.

  The bed is empty. Clean. Still made.

  “Jake, what the hell…”

  “I was looking for something,” he says.

  He tries to get by me and I put my hand out and stop him. He pushes at me and I turn. Now he’s just a few inches away from me. My back is against the doorway, Jake’s beautifully bad eyes eating through me.

  His lip starts to curl. “What?”

  “This is my room.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “I do. That’s my privacy…”

  “Like the time I watched you finger yourself through the window?”

  I gasp and blush. “That’s not fair.”

  “You’re right. It wasn’t fair. That’s why I came into the room and ate you out. Tasted all that sweetness pouring from you. Remember that?”

  Of course I remember that. Fuck.

  “I’m tired,” I say. “I just got home.”

  “Living the pretty life,” he says. “Good for you. How was New York? How’s Hunter? His dick still up your father’s ass?”

  “You’re an idiot, Jake. I fucking hate you.”

  I slip away from him. I know if I don’t I’d end up kissing him or something. I didn’t need that right now.

  Or ever.

  I walk to my bed and touch it. Everything seems normal. Still doesn’t explain why Jake was in my room.

  I look around and try to find something wrong. Something missing.

  “Christ, sweetie. You don’t believe me?”

  Sweetie.

  The last time he called me that, we were in the bathroom downstairs. His body thrusting hard at me. His amazing cock cutting so deep that I thought I was going to lose my breath.

  Fuck, sweetie, I’ve missed it. I’ve missed this. Fuck, I’ve missed you.

  I turn around and fold my arms. “Just get out then, Jake. Stay the hell out of my room.”

  He turns and fills the doorway. Tall, wide, built like a fucking rock. The muscle so sexy, even through his shirts. The lines and cuts of definition. It’s killing me.

  “Maybe I just missed you,” Jake says.

  “What?”

  He shrugs his shoulders.

  “Are you serious?”

  My heart is fluttering now. We made a deal before not to fall into temptation… but we shattered it once. We can shatter it again. Right now.

  “Yeah,” he says. “I just needed to smell it again.”

  “Smell it…”

  Jake grins. That evil grin that makes me wet. “Yeah, sweetie. I went through your drawer to find my favorite pair of panties. You need to get some more thongs.”

  My jaw drops.

  Jake laughs.

  He slowly turns and walks away.

  I run toward the door. I explode out of my room and see Jake strolling down the hallway. I want to spit fire at him. But I can’t. I have no words. I picture Jake messing around in my room.

  Did he really touch my panties?

  It was kind of weird… but not.

  It was Jake, right?

  I slink back into my room and shut the door. Jake is right next door in his room. It’s so strange that we’re so close like this. But it’s all for family image or something. He’s here just to be a pain in everyone’s ass.

  I grab my phone and text Katelyn.

  Shocker - she’s ready to have a drink by the pool.

  I try to convince her to skip my house because of Jake but she insists on it. I know she thinks Jake is sexy and I know she would sleep with him. She doesn’t know what me and Jake did. And if I think about her sleeping with Jake it makes me livid. It makes me so angry and jealous I shake.

  I cave and tell Katelyn to just come over. There’s no stopping her if she wants to be here. Plus, I figure if Jake wants to act like a dick… so can I. He wants to sniff my panties or mess around in my room?

  I’ll just wear a skimpy bikini and sit by the pool.

  I open my top drawer and nothing seems to be moved or touched. It surprises me. Jake doesn’t seem the type to clean up after himself if he was tearing through my drawers.

  If he wasn’t actually telling the truth, then why was he in my room?

  I grab a bikini and put it on the dresser. I strip out of my clothes and toss them in the corner. I unsnap my bra and step out of my panties.

  I put on the bottoms first.

  I then grab for the top and hear, “Wow, haven’t seen you bend over since…”

  I turn around and hug myself, shielding my exposed chest.

  Jake is standing in the doorway to my room.

  I didn’t lock the door… didn’t realize I should have locked the door.

  “What the hell?” I yell. “Are you kidding me?”

  “Are you?” Jake asks. “Move your arms.”

  “Fuck off, Jake,” I say. “What do you want?”

  “I came in to let you know I’m leaving. So you’ll have your privacy. Just in case you came looking for me.”

  “Why would I come looking for you?” I ask.

  Mind you, I’m still standing with my arms over my chest. I’m nervous, but only because it’s Jake. And I know what he can do to me and for me.

  “I don’t know, sweetie,” Jake says. “I was hoping to catch you naked and I did. Score one for me.”

  Jake then pulls out a pack of cigarettes and puts one between his lips. He lights it up and grins, knowing he’s not allowed to smoke in the house.

  He winks, takes a drag, and then blows me a kiss as he exhales the smoke.

  He leaves, again, and I drop my arms. I look down at my breasts and realize my nipples are hard. Like… hard hard. Not cold hard, but horny hard.

  I shut my eyes and shake my head.

  I hurry and put my top on. There’s a little padding on the inside which helps to cover up my erect nipples. I’m like a fool right now. Getting turned on for no reason.

  It takes a grand total of thirty minutes for me to be poolside with a fruity drink in my hand. Katelyn next to me, her bikini smaller than mine. She’s sitting, sipping something red. I’m sipping something blue. It’s a beautiful, hot day here. Much better than the bustling and cool city I had been in this morning.

  I can’t help but notice that Jake’s car is still in the driveway.

  “So I tell him he’s not good at it,” Katelyn says.

  I look at her. “What?”

  She lifts her sunglasses up. “Kyle. I told him he wasn’t good at going down on me.”

  I gasp. “You said that to him?”

  “Yeah. I had to be honest. I couldn’t take it anymore. He grabs my head and shoved me down on his dick like I have so much extra room in my mouth, right? Like, I’m not some porn star online. I don’t do that shit. I have my way and it’s good. Nobody complains. Bad enough I have to swallow it.”

  “Like you mind,” I tease.

  Katelyn smiles. “Yeah, I know. Anyway, he gets to finish the way he wants, right? Then he goes down on me and it’s like he’s afraid of me. Or afraid of it.”

  “It?”

  “My pussy.”

  “Ew. Don’t call it that.”

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sp; “Then what? My vagina? Sounds like a health book or something.”

  “What does he do?”

  “How about… what he doesn’t do… he licks it and that’s it. I tell him to finger me and he sticks a finger inside and then forgets about it. He can’t find my clit, even if I touch it and rub it. Like, hello, right? And he doesn’t get into it. I mean, it makes me think, like, I’m dirty down there or something.”

  “You’re not,” I say.

  “I know,” Katelyn yells. Then she leans at me. “Last time… I faked. I had him stop. Then I went to take a shower because when he’s done, he falls asleep. So I put on the water and then stood there, touching myself.”

  “Why?”

  “I tasted it. My fingers. Just to see…”

  “Katelyn.”

  “I couldn’t help it. It didn’t taste bad or anything. I guess, normal.”

  “I’m sure you’re fine.”

  “Maybe I could ask your stepbrother to taste.”

  “No!” I shouted. “Fuck. No.”

  Katelyn’s eyes go wide. Crazy wide. “Wow. Sorry… that was sort of a joke, Jade.”

  “I know,” I say. “I’m sorry. He and I got into a fight or something. I hate his name. I hate that he’s my stepbrother. Sorry. Go on about Kyle.”

  I’m blushing now.

  The thought of Jake between Katelyn’s legs, licking her, makes me want to scream. I know how good Jake is, and I know how horny Katelyn is all the time. He would make her come like crazy.

  My nerves are pinching with intense jealousy.

  “Okay,” Katelyn says. “I just told him. I don’t know. I said he wasn’t good and he needed to listen to me. Let me tell him what to do.”

  “How did that go?” I ask.

  “He freaked out and left. I kind of had this thing in my mind where I’d take my pants off and touch myself. Show him where things were and what I liked. But he flipped his shit and left.”

  “Wow. I’m sorry.”

  “I’m not,” Katelyn says. “I just need to find someone who can take care of me then.”

  And yet again, right on cue, here comes to Jake. I see him from the corner of my eye. He walks out of the back door of the house. He obviously wants to purposely walk by me and Katelyn. I feel jealous again as he does.

  Katelyn eye fucks him intensely as he struts by.

  His fucking arms filled with perfect muscle, pressing against his shirt. A black t-shirt at that. The definition of his chest trying to show through.

  He looks over at me and Katelyn.

  He nods.

  He smiles.

  “Take it easy, sweetie,” he says and keeps going.

  Katelyn follows him with her eyes until he gets into his car and drives away.

  “Did he just call me sweetie?” she asks.

  “I don’t know,” I say, lying again.

  He called me sweetie, but I’m not going to argue it with Katelyn.

  “Wow,” she whispers. “You live with that?”

  “Hardly,” I say. “He comes and goes when he wants. Plus, I have…”

  “Hunter,” she says. “That’s right. Listen to me rambling about myself. How was your trip?”

  “Okay.”

  “Did you fuck Hunter yet?”

  “Nope.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know. Everything is business with him.”

  “So get down to business with him,” Katelyn says. “Between the sheets.”

  Katelyn laughs and snorts.

  I don’t.

  “It’s just weird,” I say. “My father is pushing this.”

  “So?”

  “It’s like he’s right there all the time. Even the way Hunter talks and acts sometimes…”

  “Oh,” Katelyn says. “But he’s kind of sexy. Right?”

  “He’s sexy,” I say. “I guess.”

  “You guess? You don’t like him?”

  “I don’t know,” I say. “I feel forced right now. So I’m putting up my guard. Being a bitch about it.”

  “Because you want to fuck Jake.”

  “What? No!”

  Katelyn laughs. “Well, I do.”

  “Shut up,” I say, white hot jealousy raging again. “I’m sick of talking about it.”

  “I’m just fucking with you, Jade. I would never get involved with that. Not your brother.”

  “Step… brother,” I say.

  “Oh, right. That makes it okay then for you to fool around with him.”

  “Katelyn…”

  She puts her hands up. “Fine. But don’t lie that you haven’t played that fantasy out at least once in your mind.”

  I start to blush.

  Not because of what Katelyn’s saying…

  Because I didn’t have to play that fantasy in my mind. I played that fantasy in really life. And I want more.

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  5.

  (Jake)

  I drink a lot at Zeke’s. A lot, really fast. I skip the pleasantries of beer and mixed drinks and go straight for the whiskey. It just makes sense, and it feels so damn good.

  I crash to the couch, the bottle between my legs.

  The house is thumping. Music playing. People laughing and yelling. It’s filled with women who are mostly drunk and always willing. Zeke just came down the stairs from his second fuck of the night.

  He told me the spare bedroom is all mine.

  In all reality, I should be up there right now fucking someone. Getting this thing out of my system. That blowjob from Kate (or whatever her name was) the other night has long since worn off. I need a good fuck. A really good fuck.

  My eyes scan the house and there’s nobody good enough. Which is completely pathetic to think. So maybe I need two at once. Find a nice blonde and a nice redhead. One with big tits, one with little things bouncing around. One shaved, one with a little fuzz to play with. Both sopping wet. Both desperate to lick my cock and have it buried in their pussy.

  It pisses me off because it all turns me off.

  Trust me, this isn’t a I can’t get it up issue. If that ever happened, I’d fucking do myself in. I can always get it up. I can always fuck. I can always come. It’s just whether I care enough to actually enjoy it. You know, the needs versus the wants.

  I look forward and see someone eyeing me.

  A brunette, leaning over the counter from the kitchen to the living room. Low cut purple shirt, tits pouring from the top. Her hair pulled back, biting on her pointer finger. Her eyes are locked to mine.

  I don’t have to do anything else.

  I keep my stare and she slowly moves to the edge of the counter and then comes toward me. She’s got a nice set of curvy hips, a little thick, but nothing wrong with it to me. I love having something to hold onto when I’m fucking them hard.

  I can almost already hear her scream my name.

  She walks up to me and reaches between my legs. She grabs the bottle and lifts it to her lips. She throws the bottle back and takes a drink. Then she slowly leans down and puts the bottle back.

  “Thanks for the drink,” she says.

  In a gutsy move she turns and walks away.

  “No problem,” I say.

  She gets to the bottom of the steps and looks back. “That was an invite.”

  “I know,” I say.

  “I’ll be upstairs.”

  I nod.

  I watch her thick ass push against her jeans. I imagine my hands digging into that soft flesh as I get behind her. Push and pull her back and forth on my cock, making her do all the fucking work. You want my cum, baby? Earn it.

  I should be standing. I should be going after her. I should be ready to fuck her brains out.

  But I sit here, doing nothing.

  I wait, take a sip of whiskey, and then finally stand up. I put the bottle down and walk to the front door. I open and find Zeke on the porch with another woman. He sees me and gives me a thumbs up. I wave and go for the steps.

  “Whoa, bro,” Zeke s
ays. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m out,” I say.

  Are you really going to drink and drive?

  I can almost hear Jade’s voice in my mind. Bitching at me. Squealing to not be so fucking stupid.

  Then I picture her standing there in her bedroom, covering her tits. A few seconds before that she had been bent over, putting on her bikini bottoms. I didn’t mean to see her naked. I had gone to her room to apologize for being in there. To just tell her I was thinking of her. Maybe give a sliver of myself that was something different.

  But then I saw her perfect little ass and the slit of her pussy. It made my mouth water and my cock throb. And when she turned around and refused to move her fucking arms, it killed me on the inside. She was able to get to me. To chip away at my wall.

  Nobody does that to me.

  Jade did.

  “Jake!” Zeke bellows.

  I turn and Zeke is almost in my face. “What?”

  “You can’t leave,” he says. “Fuck, man, you’re hammered.”

  “So?”

  “You can’t leave drunk. If something happens, it’ll come back on me.”

  “And your Daddy?”

  “Fuck off.”

  “I’m trying to.”

  “You can’t drive. Don’t fuck me right now. Tell me what’s wrong? Why aren’t you buried between someone’s legs?”

  “Don’t feel like it,” I say.

  “Then go crash in the woods. Take a joint and take a walk, man. Don’t leave. Don’t be stupid.”

  I reach into my back pocket and pull out my keys. I dangle them between me and Zeke.

  “Put your hand out,” I say.

  Zeke does. So I drop the keys into his hand.

  “There. Keep them for the night. I’m going for a walk and calling a cab.”

  “Jake,” Zeke says.

  I turn.

  He calls my name two more times.

  But I just keep walking.

  Zeke tries one more time and then he finally shuts the hell up. I don’t blame him. He’s right; if I go out and get myself hurt or killed, it’ll fall back on him. And since he’s the illegitimate child of a wicked affair - and kept rich to keep out of trouble - this decision of mine really could fuck with Zeke’s fantasy of a life.

  I just keep walking.

  I walk for a good thirty minutes to find some kind of civilization. I have a cool two thousand in my pocket, something I always carry with me. You never know when the night gets wild or I need to get the fuck out of town. My trust fund is still cut off. The powerful Thomas Werlen still has Rebecca thinking she needs to keep me under control. They funnel me a little here and there. It’s pathetic. Like when you were a kid and you scrambled to tear open your birthday cards, hoping to score enough cash for that new toy you want so badly.