Hard: A Step-Brother Romance by Sosie Frost Read Free Book Online Page A

better under
the waves than above them.
    But
those thoughts were wrong . A well of anger rushed over me, drowning me
in unspoken words that thickened over a tongue which could still taste every
inch of his body. I ground my teeth.
    Step-brother.
    He was
my step-brother .
    And
he didn’t tell me before seducing me. He didn’t warn me before he took half of
my inheritance. And now he ate a cold pepperoni pizza from the fridge. Where
the hell did he even get a pizza?
    “This
is ridiculous.” I crossed my arms. “You have ten seconds to get out of my house.”
    “Our
house.”
    “Ten.
Nine. Eight.”
    “Shay,
I have every right to be here.”
    “Seven.
Six. Five.”
    “God
damn, you’re cute when you’re angry.”
    Ignition.
“Fourthreetwoone.”
    “Easy.”
Zach sucked a bit of pizza sauce from his finger. I stared only at his lips. “I’m
just messing with you. You’re wound pretty tight, you know?”
    “I get
that way when strangers trespass in my house.”
    “I’m
not really a stranger anymore, am I?”
    I
didn’t let him get to me. “What happened, happened. It was a mistake, and you
should be ashamed of yourself.”
    “I’m
not,” he said.
    “I’m
not surprised.”
    “You’re
gonna tell me you didn’t have fun?”
    It wasn’t
like I could lie. He had been there. He personally witnessed how many times I
humiliated myself. I begged for him to debase me, and he did it perfectly .
    “This
isn’t about that night,” I said. “This is about here and now. You’re the least
trustworthy man I know. I am not sharing a house with you. I want you
gone.”
    “You’re
right. I didn’t tell you that we were step-siblings.” He leaned closer. My
heart and stomach duked it out between flitters and flops and every
inappropriate butterfly that grew to the size of a hawk. “But everything else
that night? That was totally honest. We had an un-fucking-believable night of
sex. You can’t bluff that.”
    I could
and I would. He didn’t buy it.
    “Admit
it, Shay. We aren’t strangers, and you’re kidding yourself if you think I’m
gonna walk out that door and forget all about you. Ain’t happening. You’re in
my blood now, and I’m in yours.”
    “I’m
not falling for it.”
    “I’ll
keep the addiction hidden if you can.”
    He smirked.
I sunk back against the fridge though I’d only find relief if I ducked inside
of it.
    His
eyes. The dimples. That unbelievable body still shining with the occasional
drip-drop of water. I followed a single sparkling bead as it crossed over the
shadow of his pecs, along the ridged six-pack of his tongue-tempting abs, and
lower. It crested in the V which peeked from the waistband of his shorts.
    The
man was perfection.
    And
what waited beneath the shorts? The source of his pride. The one delight I had
yet to forget from the biggest mistake of my life.
    He
caught me staring at it. Thinking about it.
    Wanting
it .
    Holy
Christ, I was as big a perv as him. Crushing on my step-brother was bad enough.
He was nothing but a no-good con-artist who got his money and his rocks off all
in the same night.
    This
was a nightmare and a half. I’d abandon the house myself if it meant I could
piece together some shreds of my dignity. All I wanted was to slip into a warm bath
where only the removable showerhead knew where I touched.
    “Get
out.” Venom strengthened my words. It tasted an awful lot like desire. “Or get
an attorney.”
    “Christ,
I’ve had insurgents crack easier than you.”
    I
quieted. He pulled away from me, chuckling as he crossed the kitchen. His
trunks didn’t fall low enough, and his perfectly muscular ass hid from me. I
wondered if he still had marks from where my fingernails dug in, trying to fit
him deeper inside me.
    I
took my first deep breath. Mistake. The air filled with him . Sweat,
salt, and dust. It certainly wasn’t what Atlanta’s Old Money smelled
like.
    “I
have a proposition for you,” he said.
    “You’ve
propositioned me enough,