My Stepbrother's Arrangement (A Stepbrother Romance) by Juliette Jaye Read Free Book Online

a safe ride back home.
     
    I wasn’t like Kaleb. I couldn’t just randomly have sex with my stepbrother and have it all be ok somehow, magically.
     
    Because it wasn’t ok. I mean sure, when he spanked me I thought I was going to explode from pleasure. When I came it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Sure, the sensation of having his cock ramming in and out of me, having him press me down into the mattress like I was mine, like he owned me drove me wild, but it was wrong.
     
    I knew one thing. This couldn’t happen again. As I watched ribbons of water flow down the skin that Kaleb’s hands had been all over only a few hours earlier, I knew what I had to do. I had to go find Kaleb, I had to tell him that what we did was a mistake, that it couldn’t happen again, and that was final.
     
    Why did I do it, anyway?
     
    It was so silly. So stupid. I knew it was wrong. I knew it the whole time, and yet I still invited him into my room, to “put me to bed”. I knew what I was getting into when I said it, and yet for once in my life I did the thing I shouldn’t have done.
     
    Was Kaleb Leeman rubbing off on me? I wasn’t the type of girl that did this sort of thing.
     
    As I got out of the shower and dried myself off, changing into some new clothes, I was trying to think of what to tell Kaleb. Should I text him? No, of course not. There couldn’t be any record of what we did. None at all. Maybe tell him over the phone? Sure, that would do it. That way I wouldn’t have to look him in the eye. And it wasn’t like he ever showed up to work anyway, apparently, so I wouldn’t have to see him then. And after that, I’d be going away to college somewhere. Not Yale. The pain of that rejection came flooding back, but I pushed it away. I had to deal with these consequences of what I’d done.
     
    Maybe that was why I did it. Maybe I was just depressed about Yale and decided to do something completely different, something completely out of the ordinary. The rejection letter drove me crazy. That had to be it. That had to work. Sure.
     
    But yes. I could go away to college, then I’d have my own life, and I would never have to see Kaleb again. This was a perfect plan, and totally doable.
     
    Except that all of a sudden the smell of waffles came wafting up from downstairs.
     
    Shit. He’s still here, isn’t he?
     
    My initial instinct was to hide in my room until he left. Surely that would be soon, wouldn’t it? But then my stomach betrayed me, angrily rumbling, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten anything since the Chinese food at lunch the previous day.
     
    “Fine, I guess I can get this over with in person,” I muttered.
     
    Making my way down to the kitchen, I paused when I reached the doorway. Kaleb was standing there with plates full of waffles, hash browns and scrambled eggs, obviously delivered. But that wasn’t what I was looking at.
     
    All he was wearing was his boxers. Those arms that had forced me down into the mattress the night before were bare, as were the abs that he’d used to pound into me. His boxers sat lightly over his hips, covering just enough for him to still be considered decent.
     
    For a second I wanted him to take me right then and there in the kitchen.
     
    No, this ends now.
     
    “Morning, kitten,” Kaleb greeted me with a smile. “Hungry?”
     
    “Starving,” I replied, happily grabbing a plate and topping the giant waffle with whipped cream. Just the way Leslie Knope from Parks and Recreation likes it, just the way I like it.
     
    “I thought you might be. It takes a lot of energy to fuck like that.”
     
    I almost choked on my first bit of waffle.
     
    “What did you say?”
     
    Kaleb looked at me with that cocky grin of his. Damn him, how could he be so blasé about this?
     
    “You heard me.”
     
    “Fine, I did. And listen, we need to talk about that.”
     
    “Sure, talk away,” he answered, stabbing a couple hash browns with his fork and popping them