He's So Fine (A BBW Stepbrother Romance) by Marie Mason Read Free Book Online

whole passel of pussy just waiting to be snatched up and eaten. I’d had more than a green light from a couple of the girls who hung out with Abby. And this was only one section of town. I was pretty sure there were other trust fund bitches and some slutty locals that would give it up to a bad boy. Because if there was one thing the Hamptons were lacking, it was bad boys.
    My cock swelled in my hand and I stroked faster. In my mind, I saw Abby spread out before me, her pussy pink and glistening waiting for me to eat her out... my cum exploded from my body, splashing against the tiles on the other side of the shower. Which was some show considering how large the shower was. I continued to stroke myself until I’d pumped out my balls. Maybe that would keep the horn dog inside of me at bay for a little while.
    Grabbing some soap, I finished my shower, washing away the sweat from my body and the cum from the tiled wall.
    Turning off the water, I stepped outside the stall and grabbed a towel. Again, I thought how I seemed to have stepped into another dimension. These towels sure as hell weren’t like the ones at Frank’s that were so rough they could be substituted for sandpaper.
    I’d just started to wrap the towel around my waist when the door on the other side of the bath opened. Instinctively, I turned around, the towel still in my hand. I’d learned a long time ago not to turn my back on anyone.
    A high-pitched sound somewhere between a squeal and scream echoed off the walls.
    “What the fuck, Abby? You about made me go deaf.” I put my hand to my ear.
    “What, what are you doing?” Her eyes were big bright orbs of green fear, with a healthy dose of curiosity. To be honest, I’d forgotten we shared a bathroom, not that I’d bothered to lock the door since I’d arrived. I turned until I was giving her a full Monty. Taking my time, I slowly wrap the towel around my waist as her gaze darted from my face to my package and back again. By now, the towel was having a hell of a time covering up my growing arousal. Just having Abby in the same room with me, her warm eyes on my body, had the bad boy rising up, fast and hard.
    “Do you want to touch it?”
    “I cannot believe you just said that to me.” Her outraged expression made me laugh. I realized a lot of things about her made me laugh. And not in a bad way. She was fun to be around, but I knew it would be a hell of a lot more fun if I was banging her.
    “Don’t get all offended. I saw the way you were looking at it. Me. Like you wanted to eat me up.” I picked up a hand towel from the stack on the sink and wiped away the fog from the mirror before tossing it toward the hamper.

CHAPTER THREE
     
    ABBY
    I found myself hyperventilating as my stepbrother stood before me dressed in nothing but a towel. This summer was supposed to be one of rest and relaxation before I returned to college. It had turned into an almost daily fight to keep my sanity.
    And why? Because of him.
    My bad boy stepbrother.
    Before I could stop myself, I was walking across the room to pick up the towel he’d thrown on the floor. Being neat had been ingrained in me since I was a child. My mom and I had always lived in tiny apartments where there was never room to make a mess. If you didn’t pick up after yourself, the whole place started to look like an episode of Hoarders on A&E.
    Now, I picked up after myself because I didn’t want the cleaning service Horace had come in once a week to think I was a slob. Cage didn’t seem to suffer from the same fear.
    “I would have picked it up, little Sis.”
    Oh, how I hated it when he called me that. Sis would have been bad enough, but when he added the little—in that mocking tone he had—I knew he was referring to my size. “Why did you throw it on the floor to begin with?”
    “Whoa. Would you loosen up some? Get that stick out of your ass, baby. Have some fun.”
    “I’m not stuck up.” Was I?
    “No, but you sure are uptight.”
    I