“Like that,” I whisper.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re so good.”
Hunter then finds some nerve. His other hand comes off my breast and he grabs my wrist. He pulls me to his dick and wants me to touch him.
Fine.
I wrap my hand easily around his shaft. I start to stroke him. Up and back, hard and fast. I can’t help but feel my hand tingling, knowing the size Jake is compared to Hunter.
We keep kissing and Hunter puts a hand to the back of my neck. He pulls me close and starts to thrust. His fingers penetrate me again and he stops moving them.
“Oh, oh,” he groans and jumps.
That’s when I realize he’s going to come already. I keep a little distance between us and stop kissing him. I step to the left and make sure he’s not going to come on me. I keep stroking him, knowing I can’t stop now. His fingers dig at the back of my neck.
“Fuck, Jade,” he says. His knees bend a little. “Oh… I fucking love you right now…”
He puts his head back and groans.
His dick lets loose and he starts to come. Each time his dick squirts, he groans and whimpers. He actually whimpers. My hand pulls up and I watch his stuff collect and drop to the floor, over and over.
When he’s done, I wipe my hand on his stomach - which is not as hard as Jake’s - and then I pull away.
He takes his hand out of my panties.
“Holy shit,” he says and smiles. “That was…”
“I’ll be right back,” I say.
I rush from the room, in bra and panties, and find the bathroom. I shut the door, look in the mirror, and start to cry.
I hate myself and my life.
I wash my hands.
Then I dry my hands and my face.
I have to get back in the bedroom. I have to finish the night.
At least Hunter is done.
I get back into the bedroom and Hunter has his pants back on. Of course, his phone is glued to his ear again. Talking, yelling, arguing. He looks at me and smiles with horny eyes. Because he’s gotten a handjob from me?
Hunter ends the call and puts a hand out for me. I offer my hand and he pulls me in. He hugs me.
“That was… if I knew you were coming here… I mean, you caught me off guard…”
I look at him and smile. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”
“I mean, I could still, for you…”
“No. Later. Tomorrow.”
“What now?” he asks.
“Sleep with me. Right now.”
“Sleep… you mean… sex…”
“No. Real sleep.”
I don’t want to fuck Hunter right now. He’s good, I’m good. This is simply a preview of my life.
We climb into the bed and Hunter is behind me. His arm around me, holding me. But he’s not tight to my body. He’s not touching me. He’s not kissing my neck or shoulder.
He actually falls the fuck asleep.
My eyes are so heavy… so damn heavy… if I sleep right now, this is it. Everything I came here for. My eyes shut and then I open them. I look at the clock and it’s an hour later. Drunk time moves so damn crazy, doesn’t it?
I lick my lips and look over my shoulder. Hunter is on his back.
I can’t do this…
I really can’t.
This is not my life.
I want the pain. The risk. The temptation. I want the love. I want the passion. I want to be fucked. I want to feel…
I sneak from the bed. I stare at Hunter as I dress myself. I get the dress on and zip it up. He doesn’t move an inch. I grab my heels, and with my heart in my throat, I leave the bedroom and the apartment. I call for a cab and walk down the street a little. I can’t stop looking back at the apartment building. I’m waiting for Hunter to come out of the apartment, looking for me.
This is so bad to do.
So wrong to do.
I’ll need a story. I’ll need another lie to tell. This is the life I’m choosing now. To think I’m in love… with my stepbrother… and I have to hide it all. Sneak around like a slut.
The cab gets me and I blurt out an address. It’s where I need to be right now. To feel safe. To feel at home.
I rest my head against the window the entire ride there. I’m not even sure I have money to pay for the cab. And when the vehicle finally does stop, I just throw my purse up front and tell the driver to take what he wants. Probably something stupid to do.
He looks back at me. “Are you okay?”
He hands me my purse. I take it and shake my head. “No.”
I leave the car and rush to the front door. I tear it open and go for the stairs.
I can’t believe I’m actually here. Of all places… to find comfort somewhere I’ve never been.
Trust me, I’m not home. Not the place my father considers home. Not the place where he came back from vacation with a wife and a stepson. A stepson that’s my stepbrother that I’m… well, I’m in love with.
I’m right there.
Right at the door.
I lift my hand and knock.
It’s a bad decision.
Standing like this at Jake’s apartment door. Knocking like a fool. I know he’s got someone in there. That woman from the bar. Probably bending her over, holding her shoulders tight so he could thrust harder and deeper. Like he did to me.
My eyes fill with tears.
The door doesn’t open.
That means he’s not home.
I turn around and put my back to the door. I feel crushed. Destroyed. Defeated.
I wave my hand like I’m holding a white flag.
I slide down the door and bury my hands in my face.
If I can’t have Jake… then I don’t want anything. Real or fake, it doesn’t matter.
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14.
(Jake)
I can’t take it anymore. I pay tab, pick up her tab, and then walk away from the bar. She has the fucking nerve to chase after me, leaving the bar, grabbing for my hand. We’re outside and I finally spin around. My hands go into fists and I take a breath. I’ve never hit a woman and never would.
“What do you want?” I ask.
“You,” Gabby says. “Just one night. I’m coming off a breakup…”
“Christ,” I say. “Go call a cab and go home. Watch a romance movie or touch yourself.”
“I thought you fucked anything that walks,” she says. “That’s what I heard.”
“You heard wrong,” I say. “Now leave me the hell alone.”
“Something wrong?” a voice asks.
I turn and there’s a guy standing a foot away, dressed in black.
“Nothing,” I say. “She’s looking for a fuck. Give it to her, bro.”
“That’s a real nice mouth,” he says. “In front of a woman.”
“Fuck off,” I say. I look at Gabby. “Have a good night, Gabby. Don’t fucking follow me.”
“You know, I should knock your teeth out,” the tough guys says.
I stretch my neck and step toward him. “You really want to do that? Take your shot.”
I go nose to nose with the guy.
He slowly backs up, shaking his head. “You’re not worth it, man.”
“Exactly. I’m not worth shit.”
I can’t just walk away. It’s bad taste. So I throw my head forward and slam it off the guy’s face. He goes flying back and down to the ground, losing his hat.
“Whoops,” I say. “Keep your nose out of my business, asshole.”
Now I get the chance to finally leave.
I walk away and go to my car. I’m far from drunk. And that’s part of the problem tonight. At least I have something to drink at my apartment. Like fuck I’m going to go to that house and see Jade. Like fuck I’m going to see anything that resembles the fake life that’s been built around me.
I get to my place and stop dead in my tracks when I see the body at my front door. Sitting there, sleeping. It takes me a few seconds to realize it’
s Jade. Her head to the side, hair in her face. She’s barefoot, heels next to her.
The first thing I think is that she’s dead.
I drop to my knees and touch her shoulder.
“Jade?” I ask.
Her head slightly moves.
I sigh in relief. She’s just drunk and passed out.
I move the hair out of her face. “Jade, look at me. I’m here now.”
Jade’s eyes flutter and she looks at me. She blinks a few times and then smiles.
“I’ve been waiting,” she whispers. “I thought you were in there with that woman from the bar.”
“With… what?”
“Did you fuck her, Jake? I saw you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I was at the bar, too. I saw you. Then I left…”
“Christ,” I say. “Let me help you up and we can talk.”
I stand, scooping Jade up. I hold her in my arms. She’s staring at me, arms around my neck. It’s like time freezes right then for us. She’s in this pretty dress and looks so beautiful. My fucking gosh, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life. It’s like a part of my heart is working that I never knew could because of her.
I open the door with one hand and carry Jade inside.
I shut the door, lock it, and look at her again.
My body is on fire. Her eyes are on fire as they stare at me.
“We can talk in a few minutes, right?” she asks.
“Fuck…”
Jade bites her bottom lip. I know what she wants. It’s what I want so badly, too.
I catch myself walking. I’m taking her to the bedroom now. I kick open the door. I finally have the privacy I’ve dreamed of with her. Right here in my apartment.
I hold her at the bed.
And that’s when we finally kiss.
Our lips touch for a second and then our mouths open. My tongue presses to hers and she groans. Her hand digs into the back of my hair. She breaks the kiss and puts her head back. I then kiss her neck, suckling at her skin. Going down to the top of the dress, wanting more.
I put Jade on her feet and then grab the back of the dress. I hurry and unzip it. My fingers are fast and aggressive as I peel it off her shoulders and down. I drop down to my knees and I help her out of the dress. My hands then trail up her sexy legs and I cup her ass. She flexes her ass and groans. My thumbs cut between her cheeks and pull. I touch the warmth of her panties right against her pussy. I peel the panties to the side and touch her bare, wet skin. I tease and play for a second.
I then kiss her lower back and start my way up her body. Kiss after kiss, moving up and up. My hands touch her bra, quickly twisting the clasp, opening it. I slide my hands around and cup her perfect tits. I hold there and keep kissing up to the back of her neck. She turns her head and looks at me, smiling.
“I feel like I’ve been waiting for so long… you have no idea…”
We kiss. Hard. Fast. She bites at my lip. She’s wild now. Different from the shy girl at the party.
“Tell me what happened,” I say.
I’m holding her tits. Kissing her lips. Her ass is grinding against my cock.
“It was bad,” she says.
“What was?”
“I tried to sleep with Hunter. And couldn’t.”
“What did you do?” I ask, my heart racing with burning jealousy.
“He couldn’t do what you did.”
“He touched you?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“Between my legs.”
“Fuck. What did you do.”
Our eyes meet. “I jerked him off. I hated it. It was so stupid, Jake…”
I’m on fire with jealousy. I hate myself for all this. It should be easy, right? Find a woman, fall for her, then just enjoy life. But it can never be that easy for me.
“Jake…”
I press my lips to Jade’s. No more talking.
I kiss her hand. My hands release her breasts and I hurry to get her panties. I bend her over the side of the bed. I open my jeans and let them drop. I wrap my hand around my thick cock and come at her. I use two fingers to test her tight center and try to make it easier to enter her. It takes a few good thrusts to get inside her. When I do, I hiss and try to control everything inside me. I hold her hips tight and fuck. Pulling back and thrusting forward. Trying to get the image of she and someone else out of my mind. Nobody can do what I can do to her and for her.
“Oh, Jake!” she cries.
Finally able to scream as loud as she wants.
I slide a hand to her shoulder and hold tight, pulling as I fuck her, making sure I’m as deep as possible.
Jade fucks back at me, jumping and moving to her toes.
I grunt with each thrust, just wanting to come. Wanting to fill her up and leave her on the bed.
I grit my teeth and my hand gently touches her back. Suddenly both my hands are touching her back and sides. I’m pounding at her, but I catch myself slowing. Until I pull out of her and back up. My hands smack at her waist and I push her to the bed. I turn her around and come at her again. My cock slides deep into her and I put a hand to her neck. I pull her up and kiss her.
I fuck her gently. Slowly. Feeling every inch of her body and every inch of my body loving her body.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I feel the rush hit me and I can’t stop it. Our tongues are battling as my cock starts to spill inside her. When she feels me coming, her mouth opens and she groans with each pulse.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
Our foreheads are touching as I look down. I watch my cock slowly moving in and out of her.
This is what I want. Nothing else. Just Jade. She’s perfect. She can never have anyone but me.
I keep going long after I’m done. Just feeling that burning heat and wet welcoming feeling as she spills all over me.
I finally grab her by the ass and lift. I carry us up more on the bed and pull out of her sweet body and put her next to me so we can stare at each other.
I move a few strands of sweaty hair out of her face. She reaches up and holds my hand to her face. She turns her head and kisses my hand.
“Jake… I can’t do this…”
“Sweetie…”
“No,” she says. “Something has to give.”
Tears are in her eyes. I hurry to wipe a stray one that falls down her cheek.
“I can’t…”
“You can’t what?” I ask. “Tell me, dammit.”
“I can’t hold back from you anymore. I need it all. I need it to be right.”
I take a deep breath. Fuck, nothing sounds so good than Jade’s honest heart.
“Nothing about us is right,” I say. “And nothing ever will be. But I can’t stop wanting you. Needing you. I don’t feel alive unless I’m with you.”
“Jake, I have a problem.”
“What?”
“I’m… in love with you.”
And there it is. Just hanging there for the taking. She loves me. Of course she loves me. How can she not love me? I’ve never done to her and for her what I’ve done for other women. Hell, I’ve never been close to another woman. It was all physical. All about power and command.
With Jade… it’s about heart.
I take her hand and put it to my chest. “It’s still beating, sweetie. But with you, it’s racing. Nobody makes me feel like this. It’s…”
“Bad,” she says. “So bad, Jake.”
“Yeah, it is. I’ve always been bad though. I don’t give a fuck. You’re worth anything that waits.”
Jade blinks away a tear. “I can’t stay the night, Jake. I have to go back.”
“I know you do,” he says. “But we have the next minute, right? Just you and me. Staring. Kissing. Whatever.”
“How is it going to work?”
“I don’t know. But it will. I’ll fight for it. For you.”
“My father and your mother…”
I feel the st
ing in my heart. There’s nothing I can do to make the truth go away.
So I kiss Jade.
I kiss her hard. I kiss her deeply. I kiss her like nobody has ever kissed her before. I kiss her like I’ve never kissed anyone before.
We go well beyond that minute I said we had. And I would have kissed her until the morning if allowed.
But Jade stops me. She stops us.
And it hurts.
We get out of the bed together. I get my jeans on first and then drop to one knee and help Jade get back into her dress. I help her zip up and then kiss her one last time.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say. “I’ll come by for an awkward breakfast.”
Jade smiles. “Maybe I’ll be at the pool in a bikini to tease you.”
“Sweetie… you do that and I’ll be waiting for you. I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll have no choice but to scream and blow our cover.”
“Our cover…”
“I hate it too. Go home before shit hits the fan. I promise you we will figure it out.”
Jade touches my face. “Jake, I swear to you… I love you… about as much as I hate you.”
“I’ve done my job then,” I say.
I don’t walk her to the door.
Why?
Because there’s a lump in my throat and if I talk again, I’m going to lose it. God, I feel like a pussy right now.
She’s gone and I’m alone.
I crash to my bed and grab the pillow she had been resting her head on. I squeeze it tight and smell it. So I can sleep and dream of Jade.
It feels so good and right.
But how can it ever work? How can we actually make this thing real?
And just like that I know what it feels like to be heartbroken.
~*~
(Jade)
I get home way too late. Not that it matters. Hell, I probably could stay over Jake’s and nobody would care. But with my luck, it would be the one morning my father comes looking for me. Then I’m screwed.
So I retreat home.
I carry my heels over my shoulder and open the front door.
The house is quiet.
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