Mine - A Stepbrother Romance by Caitlin Daire Read Free Book Online Page B

Mason was my stepbrother .

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
    MASON
    No fucking way.
    Arizona the hot-as-fuck Wisconsin waitress was standing right here in front of me, and my cock stiffened in my pants as my eyes roamed over her curves. She was wearing a cheaply-cut cardigan and jeans that would probably make anyone else look like a lumpy sack of potatoes, but she filled it all out perfectly. Mmm . Somehow knowing that she was apparently my new stepsister made her seem even sexier. There was something seriously hot about the idea of bending her over a bed and fucking her silly while our parents were in the same house, knowing we could be caught at any moment. It was like it added some scandalous, forbidden element to my fantasies of fucking her without actually crossing over into creepy, incestuous territory.
    When my mother had informed me of the whole situation with Roy finding his long-lost daughter, I’d only had one ear open. I could have sworn she said the girl’s name was Adriana, not Arizona. It wasn’t that I wasn’t happy for Roy, it was just that the way my mother spoke about it made it seem like the daughter posed some sort of threat to her, and I hadn’t wanted to keep listening to her droning bullshit. Typical Layla. Always worrying about someone else stealing her thunder.
    “I’m so honored to meet you,” Arizona said, taking my mother’s hand. “I’m such a huge fan.”
    “Oh, no, the honor is all mine,” my mother cooed. “You have no idea how happy we all are that Roy finally found you.”
    “Good to see you again, Arizona,” I interjected, stepping forward with a smirk.
    She looked at me like I was something she’d just scraped off the bottom of her shoe, and Roy raised his eyebrows.
    “You two know each other?” he asked.
    “Yeah, we met at that fundraiser thing Mom sent me to. Arizona was working there,” I replied. “The uh…Wormwood Hotel?”
    “Did we?” Arizona said, her expression impassive. “It’s Rosewood.”
    My grin faded. “Er…yeah. It was only two weeks ago.”
    “I served a lot of customers at that job,” she replied, throwing a rueful smile at Roy and my mother. “Sorry, I can never remember all the faces and names.”
    Bullshit. There was no way she didn’t remember me. The disdainful look she’d thrown at me when I’d first said hi to her was enough evidence of that, so clearly she still couldn’t stand me. Jesus Christ, what the hell had I done to her? Surely she wasn’t that pissed that I’d tried to hit on her and slipped a note with my number into her friend’s hand to pass on to her. I mean, come on…she was hot as hell. She probably had guys hit on her all the time, so it wasn’t like it was a huge deal.
    Whatever. If she wanted to be a bitch, then so be it. Two can play at that game, princess, I thought, cold seeping into my eyes as I watched her chat away with my mother about some old movie. After all the shit she’d been through with discovering she was secretly the daughter of a billionaire after being kidnapped as a baby, she was probably going to need years of intense therapy to get over it. So now she wasn’t just a bitch, she was a crazy bitch.
    And yet I still wanted to fuck her brains out.
    It was obvious what was wrong with me now. She was like the forbidden fruit; the one girl who I couldn’t have, not just because she was my long-lost stepsister, but because she’d made it abundantly clear that she would rather lick razor blades and swim with sharks than go within fifty feet of me.
    “Well, it’s been great playing happy families, but I have somewhere to be,” I said curtly, turning on my heel and striding out.
    “Mason! Get back here!” I heard my mother call out after me, but no one actually followed. Hmm, yeah, seemed like they really cared whether or not I stayed. Sarcasm aside, they were too busy fawning over the magical Arizona to worry about me.
    I got into my car and tore out of the estate, seething. It was one thing fantasizing