Hollywood Hearts (A Bad Boy Love Triangle Romance): (Hollywood Hearts Book 1) by Lola Hunter Read Free Book Online Page B

the gesture meant nothing at all.

    But it meant so much to me.

    Ethan gave me chills like nobody else ever had. Sure, I’d made out with boys before, mostly sticky backseat fumblings that were quickly forgotten with the consumption of liquor, but the way my stepbrother got me going was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before in my life. He was never overly affectionate to a point where I knew for sure he shared my feelings, but he knew just how to tease me. A little innocent brush of his hand against my lower back here, a kiss too close to the edge of my lips there—these were the tactics my stepbrother used to make me weak in the knees.

    Still, I couldn’t bring myself to believe that Ethan felt the same way about me as I did about him. Even though we weren’t really related, stepsiblings generally didn’t get it on with each other—or at least, not that I knew of. I figured that whatever latent attraction he felt for me, he expressed through his subtle affections and that was all there was. I told myself time and time again to stop daydreaming that it was anything more. It would only lead to heartbreak if I let myself believe that being with my big brother was a possibility.

    But everything changed the day we got stuck in the elevator.

Up until that moment, that Friday had seemed like any other day. I’d woken up from a dream about my sexy stepbrother, a dream that left a dull, throbbing ache between my legs. I’d taken a shower and made perfect use of my detachable, massaging shower head, groaning softly as I let the trio of jets stimulate my neglected womanhood. I hadn’t purposefully being trying to save myself for any boy in particular. Perhaps, subconsciously I just couldn’t get hot for anybody but him. I tried to bring back the illusive remnants of that steamy dream, imagining that when I went to wake up Ethan at his apartment, I’d crawl into his bed, burrow underneath his covers, and he’d hold me and caress me and fuck me passionately and desperately. We’d be coming together before he even knew what hit him, and though he’d be surprised, he’d still moan my name.

    Jessica…

    I brought myself to a delicious orgasm with the lukewarm water, my toes curling and my back arching against the tiled walls as my mind conjured the sound of my name leaving his lips. I imagined his cock spasming between my legs, his tip nestled snugly inside of me as I sucked and licked at his neck.

    It was always best that I masturbated before going to Ethan’s apartment. It’d keep me from getting too worked up while I was with him, even though I knew I’d return home later that day with my panties damp from my want of him, nevertheless.

As usual, I’d stepped out of the shower to put on my makeup and do my hair. I had long, chestnut locks with copper highlights that really brought out my burnt jade eyes. The smattering of light-colored freckles across my cheeks and nose made me look so young, definitely not like the eighteen-year-old woman that I was. They appeared from my time spent in the sun swimming and even though I hated them once, I now considered them one of my best features. Why? Because Ethan would constantly compliment them, claiming it made me look innocently fuckable— Just another line thrown out there to catch me off guard.

    My fingers traced over my chest while I examined my body further. I had a light dusting of freckles across my chest, too, just above the swells of my breasts. I tilted my head. They were heavy, yet firm, perky and capped with light-pink nipples the same color as my pussy lips. I wondered if Ethan would approve if he ever saw me naked. I suppose he’d been close every time I wore my swimsuit in the pool. My mind wandered again to thoughts of skinny dipping with him, kissing him wetly and deeply…I reached down and ran my hand over my mound, tracing the moisture lingering there.  

    “They’re only dreams, Jess,” I whispered to myself, cringing at the fact that