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

clenched my hands in the towel. I’d never been good at confrontations. “I am not.”
    “If you say so, that must make it so. Here, put this one up for me too, will you?”
    Before I could protest, the towel that had been covering up his lower half came flying at me. I barely managed to catch it before it slapped me in the face. I started to yell at him, but had to gulp back my words. How could I speak with his rounded ass cheeks staring me in the face? I couldn’t prevent myself from taking a long, long look at him. Damn, he was a big man. And so beautifully sculpted. He looked like he’d stepped right off the pages of a magazine about bikers and bad boys. The tat he sported curled around his shoulder and down his back, ending just on the curve of his buttocks. I didn’t know what it meant. If it was one of those tribal symbols that were so popular or if it stood for something more personal. All I knew was that I wanted to take my tongue and trace it from beginning to end.
    “Do you think I should shave, Sis?” He had about a three-day stubble going on and I knew most women liked the look. Me included. It added to his bad boy persona. Rough around the edges.
    “I don’t know. How should I know?” I knew my voice came out in a loud squeak, but really, who could blame me? No one, that’s who. I thought I was showing remarkable poise in the face of his, his… gorgeous bum.
    He turned around and I wasn’t sure where I was anymore.
    “No, no, no,” I started yelling. “Don’t show me that!”
    I dropped the towel and covered my eyes as his big cock came back into view. I’d only had a brief glance at it before, but now, now I’d seen enough to burn the image into my retinas for all eternity.
    He laughed as I ran from the bathroom, my hands on my eyes, trying to hide him from my view.
    I was mortified when I heard him call out after me and prayed no one else heard him.
    “Hey, it won’t blind you if you look at my cock, little Sis.” His laughter followed me all the way to my room.
     
    CAGE
    I kept chuckling as Abby ran from the room. She’d looked at my dick like it was a one eyed snake about to strike her. Which maybe it was. I’d contained my hunger for her nearly two weeks now. I thought about taking the next Greyhound back to the city.  I didn’t need this shit. This frustration.
    I’d met my father. Big deal. There wasn’t a place in his life for a tatted son with no clear ambition besides trying not to get his assed kicked or his brains fucked up from one too many blows in the ring. Was being an MMA fighter my dream? Hell, no. But it was a way to make money. Good money. Money was what would take me to the next step in my life.
    I thought about my plans and laughed at myself. There was no freaking way it would happen.
    But that was neither here nor there.
    My most immediate problem was how to get my little sister into my bed.
    Damn, that did sound dirty. And as arousing as hell.
    I always liked to study my opponent before a fight if I could. Find their weaknesses, their strengths. Figure out what kind of a fighter they were.
    I figured out real soon what kind of a girl Abby Snow really was.
    She was a fucking good girl. Made straight A’s, volunteered at the local animal shelter and was so far out of my league I might as well have been on another continent, another planet even.
    Now, ask me what kind of man I am? Oh, right, I already told you. I’m a bad boy.
    What do bad boys do best? Besides fucking up?
    They fuck good girls and make them bad.
    I was sitting at the kitchen counter, drinking a protein smoothie when Abby walked into the kitchen. Her face grew the sweetest shade of pink just like it had every time she’d seen me over the past two days since our encounter in the bathroom. Only one thing makes a girl blush like that. Sexual thoughts. Inappropriate sexual thoughts.
    I was pretty sure who centered prominently in her thoughts. Me.
    Horace Cage Montgomery, III. I don’t know why