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

by Hayes, Aurora

  I’m just pissed.

  Pissed that Jade didn’t move her arms when I told her. Pissed that I saw her sweet center and didn’t touch it or taste it. Pissed that she’s actually going along with our agreement to never fuck again. Pissed that she had been in New York with Hunter and I didn’t know what they did.

  Fuck, I’m so far from being jealous… but this woman…

  I finally just grab my cell and make a call for a cab.

  It arrives a few minutes later.

  I wonder what they all think I’m doing. Right? Does Rebecca even give half a shit that I’m not there? Or is she too busy rubbing her pretty fingers along all the dresses Thomas has bought her? The luxury of wealth becoming an illusion to who she really is. Was. What she did to herself and the life she created.

  I want to be at the closest bar possible and that’s right where the cab takes me. I have no idea why the urge to go to a bar rolls through me. I was just at a place with plenty to drink, smoke, and fuck.

  I get to some neon light dive place and take a seat. It’s busy and loud. I order a shot of whiskey and a beer. Both are gone within a minute. I throw a fifty on the bar and make it known to keep it all flowing.

  It takes all of a minute for someone to nestle up next to me.

  Some blonde reaching across the bar, putting an empty light beer bottle down. Her chest pointed at me, tits rubbing against my shoulder. I look at her tits, then I look at her face.

  “See something you like?” she asks.

  “You offering?”

  She grins. “How about you make me an offer.”

  Bartender puts another shot down. I slide it toward the woman. “Drink a real drink, babe.”

  Her little fingers wrap around the shot glass. She lifts it to her nose and her nose crunches up at the smell.

  “A little stronger than a light beer,” I say.

  “I can tell,” she says. “What do I get if I take this?”

  “I’ll take you somewhere private and make you scream my name.”

  “I don’t even know your name.”

  I smile. “That’s how good I am. You’ll scream it even if you don’t know it.”

  The woman quickly throws the shot back. She puts the shot glass down with some left in the glass. Her faces twists and when she opens her eyes, they’re watering.

  “Nice job,” I say. I look at the bartender. “Get her a light beer.”

  The bartender serves her and she’s still facing me. Those tits pressing against my arm and shoulder. There’s plenty of room to not be so close to me. I don’t mind at all.

  “What’s your name?” I ask.

  “Does it matter?” she asks.

  “Beautiful. Take a walk with me.”

  I push from the bar, taking my beer. The woman is right behind me. I work my way along the bar. The smack of pool balls became another piece of the background in the bar. There’s a dark doorway that’s a small hall with the bathrooms.

  This is sort of my specialty. Christ, it’s where I met Jade the night before she found out my mother married her father. I had been going to town on some woman when she walked in. And she stood there and watched me fuck another woman. And it turned me on like crazy.

  I kick open the bathroom door and step inside. It’s surprisingly clean. And it’s surprisingly empty.

  The woman walked by me and I stayed right behind her. My hands grabbed her at her waist and put her at the sink. I pressed my dick to her ass, pressing her tight against the sink. I look in the mirror at our reflections. I’m drunk enough to think anyone is pretty, but not drunk enough to stop comparing everyone to Jade.

  I reach around and grab the bottom of her shirt. I lift it up to her bra. My fingers curl under her bra, taking that next. I pull up some more and watch her tits fall free. They’re heavy and creamy. Her nipples really small but firm. I run my hands down over her tits and cup them. She puts her head back and groans. She’s breathing heavy already.

  Just shows how desperate and horny she is.

  Fine by me.

  I take my hands away from her tits and watch my handprints slowly fade away from her body. I back up and grab her by the hips. I turn her around and press against her again. Her tits against my chest. My eyes staring down at hers. I know nothing of her. That’s okay. I have no reason to know a fucking thing about her. I just want to taste her fucking pussy and fuck her until she screams. Something has to chase everything away in my mind.

  “Open your fucking pants,” I say.

  She listens. Her tits press together when as she unbuttons her jeans. Every time she moves, they jiggle. Before Jade I would be devouring those tits. Suckling, biting, doing everything I could to make this woman scream for me.

  Instead, I just stand there and watch her drop her jeans.

  I step forward and touch the thin line of her panties. They go down next, right to her knees. My hands go around to her ass for a moment and then to her sides. I lift and put her on the sink. She opens her legs as far as she could with her panties at her knees, jeans at her ankles.

  Her pussy is slick, her folds curling open for me.

  I come forward and put my head to her head. We stare at each other. Her mouth was open, breathing heavy. I gently touch her pussy, two fingers to her center. Her body jumps and she groans. I press my two fingers into her and pull right back out. I smear her wetness to her mound and then kiss her.

  Our lips touch for a second. Our tongues flirt for a few more seconds.

  I need to taste her pussy.

  I break the kiss before I start to give the wrong impression that I give a shit about her. I move down her body and crouch down before her. I touch the insides of her legs and lick my lips.

  There’s a few seconds of hesitation. I look up and see that she has her head back already. Her tits look nice from this angle. Her hips are already gently rocking, waiting for more pleasure.

  My hands slide up her legs. The tips of my thumbs graze her pussy.

  That’s the moment when the bathroom explodes open. I turn my head thinking it’s someone who needs to throw up, but it’s not.

  It’s a guy.

  A pretty big guy at that.

  His eyes are wide and go wider when he sees what’s about to happen.

  The next thing I see is a boot coming at me. I have a split second chance to move, but I don’t. I take the kick and go flying to the side on the floor. I quickly turn and kick back.

  The guy grabs the woman and pulls her from the sink.

  “Get fucking dressed!” he barks.

  Now there’s two more people in the bathroom.

  The guy turns and lunges at me again.

  He tries to punch me, but I knock his fist out of the way. I get a shot at his face and take it. He moves back, holding his mouth. I climb to my feet and go after the guy again. I slam my shoulder into him, sending him back into his friends.

  A woman screams and I see said woman avoiding any collision. The other woman - the one I almost tasted - has her panties and jeans up. She looks shocked that this is happening.

  “Taken?” I ask.

  “No,” she says. “Ex. Jealous.”

  “Great.”

  The guy turns and swings at me. I move back and hit him twice in the gut and then shove him back. That’s when all his buddies attack me. Two fucking guys diving at me, grabbing me, punching and kicking. I stand no chance other than to cover my face and hope they don’t knock me the fuck out.

  They throw me against the wall. My left shoulder hits and instantly feels like it’s on fire. I see a fist coming from the corner of my eye and drop down to miss it. One of the guys punches the wall. He screams. I throw an elbow and hit him in the chest. I stand and punch, sending him back. He’s drunk and tumbles to the floor.

  The second friend is then right there on me, grabbing and pulling at my shirt. He obviously has no idea how to fight and probably doesn’t even want to. He’s like fucking shaking me, growling, like I’m going to fall over and quit.


  A hand clamps down on his shoulder and it’s the first guy. The corner of his mouth is bleeding and he’s still looking for a fight. I push at him and he hits me in the stomach. I groan and bend over, my breath stolen. The guy throws me back against the wall again and swings. A fist to mouth makes my head snap back. I instantly taste blood. But that doesn’t stop me. I throw a right and hit the guy in the nose. He starts bleeding more.

  We both go at each other at the same time, locking up.

  I hear a few women screaming the name “Gary! Stop this! Gary!” so I assume that’s this asshole’s name. Maybe he’s used to running the show around here. Picking fights, throwing a punch, kicking people out.

  I don’t work that way.

  I love a good fight.

  We’re still locked up and managed to stumble out of the bathroom. The entire bar is watching up, and why not?

  I manage to get a hand free and hit him in the stomach. Gary returns with a punch to my stomach. We push and break apart for a second. Sweating, bleeding, he looks surprised at this fight. He comes at me and I turn, grabbing him by his shirt and throwing him. He hits and falls on one of the pool tables. I’m right there a second later and punch him in the mouth. His head snaps to the left. I put my left forearm down on his chest and he knows he’s fucked now. Right after hard right, I come down and finish up the fight. He’s shaking his head, trying to thrash, but he’s lost.

  I pull my hand back, ready for one more shot.

  An arm locks around my elbow and pulls. Another arm tries to grab my other arm and I twist to break free. I spin around, fist cocked, ready to unleash hell. For some damn reason I hesitate and it’s the best thing that could happen tonight. Why? Because there’s two fucking cops standing behind me.

  One puts their hand on their gun and nods. “Do it, asshole. Throw a fucking punch at me.”

  I look at the other cop. His hand it clamped to my left wrist. “Are you serious?”

  “Turn around,” he says.

  “The guy attacked me,” I say. “What am I supposed to do?”

  “Shut up,” the cop says.

  He slaps a set of cuffs on me.

  Gary is groaning and slowly starting to sit up. He looks dazed as blood runs out of his nose, a cut on above his left eye, and his lip. His mouth is moving, but he’s not even really here right now. Drunk and beat up, he’ll wake up tomorrow and look in the mirror and realize he got his ass kicked.

  But I’m the one who got arrested for it.

  Fuck.

  The cops lead me out of the bar. People start to clap and call out at me.

  Nice fight! Way to go! Enjoy the rest of your night!

  I put my head down as I’m led out of the bar. I’m thrown into the back of a cop car, lights flashing, like I’m some kind of goddamn criminal.

  I grit my teeth and shake my head.

  What a fucking night.

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  6.

  (Jade)

  I open the bathroom door and Jake grabs me. He pulls me right in, shuts the door, and locks it. His hands grab my face and he kisses me.

  What a fucking hot kiss.

  So much better than my first kiss with Hunter.

  I beg myself not to think of Hunter right now. It’s weird. And it’s stupid.

  Jake keeps kissing - harder, faster.

  Yes… yes…

  His hands touch my breasts. Cupping over my dress. He pushes me away and takes his hands away.

  “Fuck, sweetie,” he growls. “I’m never waiting again for that.”

  “Jake, we have a deal.”

  “Fuck our deal.”

  I swallow hard and feel my heart ready to explode. “You’re drunk.”

  “Yeah.”

  “We should talk…”

  “No. I’m here to fuck. You’re here to get fucked.”

  “Everyone is… so close,” I say.

  “I don’t care,” Jake says. “Turn around and face the sink.”

  I hesitate and look at the door.

  Jake’s hands return to my breasts. He cups them tight and pulls at me. Pulling me by my fucking breasts. It kind of hurts, but it’s so fucking hot.

  I’m completely turned on and completely lost in Jake.

  I can’t help myself. I’m the good girl who doesn’t do drugs… but Jake is a drug. My drug. My addiction.

  “If you don’t listen to me, I’m going to bust into that fucking dinner,” he says.

  “You wouldn’t,” I say.

  “Want to try me?” He grins. “What are you so fucking afraid of? Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want it.”

  I try to look into his eyes and seem sincere. I try to lie to him. I try to get the words… to tell him I don’t want it. That we need to stick to our deal. That what happened before can never happen again.

  Instead, I slowly turn. I face the sink, looking over my shoulder as he steps up behind me. His hand lifts my skirt. His fingers touch along the lines of my panties, grazing my ass up to my hip.

  “I hate and love these panties,” he says. “You act like you’re afraid of your own body. It fucking turns me on, Jade.”

  Jade.

  He said my name.

  He always calls me ‘sweetie.’

  His hand touches my ass, cupping. His fingers touch down and around, pressing against my center. His thumb cuts between my cheeks, pressing over my panties, making me jump.

  “Jake,” I whisper.

  “What?”

  “I don’t have time,” I say. “How long can I be in here before they notice?”

  “As long as I want you in here,” he says.

  Even the reflection of his eyes in the mirror is intense.

  I open my mouth to argue with him. He’s drunk and doesn’t have any common sense right now. If we ever got caught…

  His fingers pull at my panties. He peels them away from my body. Two fingers touch my center, pressing, massaging. I’m already soaking wet and it feels so fucking good.

  I stand up and press back against Jake. His body feels so good. Like we’re meant to be like this.

  His fingertips slip into my pussy and I groan. I turn my head and look up at him. His eyes are beautiful and wild.

  And when he kisses me then…

  My phone is ringing.

  I open my eyes and want to scream.

  A perfectly hot dream-slash-memory going to waste.

  I try to turn and feel a little mess between my legs. The warm and wet uncomfortable feeling down there, all because of something that happened with Jake.

  I reach for my phone and it’s a number I don’t know.

  My clock tells me it’s close to two in the morning.

  “What the hell…”

  I’m half tempted to just ignore the call but my instincts tell me to take it.

  Just in case something is wrong.

  I answer the phone and I hear a scrambled voice yell, “Jade! It’s me. Don’t hang up. I’m in trouble.”

  It’s Jake’s voice.

  “Jake?” I ask.

  “Yeah, sweetie, it’s me.”

  “What’s…”

  “I got arrested.”

  “What?”

  “You heard what I fucking said. A dumb bar fight thing, okay? Listen to me. They’re willing to let me out if I can get a ride. There’s people out front wanting to get my picture. Apparently I’m important enough now to get attention because of our parents.”

  Our parents.

  Gosh, that makes me cringe so bad, considering the dream I was just having.

  I’m still processing everything. From dream to reality.

  “You’re at the police station?” I ask.

  “Yes,” Jake says. “I need someone to come pick me up. I need to go out the back. They want me out of here to get the press away.”

  “For a fight…”

  “Jade, we can talk about this later. Can you come get me? If not, they’re going to transfer me. So nobody can get to me then.�
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  “I’m on my way,” I say.

  The line goes dead.

  I jump out of bed. I’m in black, fuzzy PJ bottoms and a spaghetti strap top. No bra. No panties. Just PJ’s.

  I grab a hoodie from the floor and throw it on as I leave the room. There’s an entire wing of the house that separates me and my father… and stepmother.

  That means I can come and go without a worry. They won’t know a damn thing about this until someone in my father’s camp calls to report. I’m surprised it hasn’t happened yet. Or maybe it has and he’s sitting there in bed wondering what to do.

  I’m out the door and in my car, backing down the driveway. I turn and speed away.

  I can’t believe I have to go to the police station right now. To bail out freaking Jake for a stupid bar fight. I already know the story. He was probably trying to pick up someone woman… or maybe he was doing stuff to her.

  It makes my nerves pinch.

  I hate the thought of him with another woman.

  I fucking hate it.

  When I get to the police station, there are five people standing out front. I can’t believe the attention the marriage between my father and Rebecca gets. I mean, it shouldn’t surprise me much because my father insists on thrusting all of us into the limelight. Yet he always ignores Jake. So it leaves Jake to be the one to fuck up and get the negative attention.

  I almost feel bad for Jake.

  I pull around back and go in through a side door.

  It takes all of ten minutes to get Jake being led to me by two officers. He looks tired, his face is cut up and a little swollen. There’s not an ounce of shame in his commanding eyes. In fact, as soon as he sees me, he puckers up and kisses the air.

  He looks back and says, “Hey, can I get my wallet, cash, and smokes?”

  One of the officers slaps a clear bag against his stomach.

  I see the wad of cash and it shocks me.