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Authors: Krista Lakes
me...”
“I was just a stupid kid trying to look cool. I wasn't trying to ruin your life, Allie.”
“I don’t care! And that’s just one example of a thousand others.”
“Well...” He drew in a deep breath, as if it was hard for him to say it. “I’m sorry.”
I laughed in his face. “No, you don’t get to do that.”
“What? I said I was sorry.” Confusion filled his handsome features. “If I really caused you that much pain, I’m truly sorry.”
I stopped, my rage still frothing. But he had thrown me off balance. He actually looked sincere, as if he were really just a clueless idiot that didn’t know any better and felt bad about it now. Hell no , I wasn’t letting him off that easy. He had ruined too much already.
I tried to stoke my anger, to get back on track with my rant. “You don’t get to be a jerk your whole life and just say sorry and everything is better. That’s not how it works, James. You can’t just randomly be nice and think everything is perfect. You can’t just...”
I felt his warm hand on my cheek. He turned my face towards his and he silenced me with his lips.
I pushed him off of me and slapped his face. “What the fuck! You can’t...”
He took my face in both his hands again. Leaving no room for argument or escape this time, he crushed my mouth under his.
I gave in, more than willing to melt in his hands as his tongue dipped into my mouth, tasting and teasing mine. I kissed him back, stronger, fiercer, until my lips hurt from being pressed so hard against his. He bit at them playfully, moved his wet lips hungrily across my jaw line, down my neck and back up to kiss and lick my mouth again. I felt the intensity of his need and wanted desperately to reach down and feel for it in those tight blue jeans of his. I was practically humping the air in between us when he finally, unexpectedly, broke the kiss.
I panted, staring at him, feeling my lips swollen, my nipples peaking so hard they hurt, my belly aching with a horrible empty feeling. I wanted him inside of me. But I didn’t want to make love or have sex. I wanted him to fuck me, to feel the weight of his hard body against mine, to feel his marvelous cock thrusting deep into me with his violent desire until he came inside of me again and again.
I squirmed on my seat, waiting for him to grab hold of me, desperate to feel the heat of his touch again.
He stared back, his breath just as short as mine.
“We better get home,” he said, finally, his eyes not letting mine go.
I nodded, nervous and scared but still shaking with lust. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
He turned away and put the car in drive, then pulled back onto the road. I sat back straight in my chair, fixing my skirt, trying not to think too directly about anything, trying not to think how wet the leather seat underneath of me was going to be when I got up.
When we got home we went to our separate rooms without a word.
I didn’t bother to get out of my dress before crawling into my bed. I was so exhausted, but it still took hours to fall asleep.
Chapter Seven
W hen I woke up in the morning, I was sure I had dreamed the whole thing. There was no way James could have kissed me. None.
But he had.
I touched my lips. They felt puffy and sore from James’s hard kisses, but under my fingers they seemed normal enough. Normal but changed. It seemed impossible for me to get out of my bed, to dress and go downstairs. Life as a normal girl was impossible for me now. He was my stepbrother .
I pulled my sheets up over my head, not wanting to face the day or the black twisted thoughts that were clouding the air and choking me. Waves of contradicting emotions ran over me—the intoxicating joy of knowing he wanted me, if only for a minute in his car last night. The gut-tearing nausea of knowing I could never have him, that it was impossible, that it was wrong .
I rolled over, smothering my face in my pillow until I drifted back asleep.
When I finally did manage
“I was just a stupid kid trying to look cool. I wasn't trying to ruin your life, Allie.”
“I don’t care! And that’s just one example of a thousand others.”
“Well...” He drew in a deep breath, as if it was hard for him to say it. “I’m sorry.”
I laughed in his face. “No, you don’t get to do that.”
“What? I said I was sorry.” Confusion filled his handsome features. “If I really caused you that much pain, I’m truly sorry.”
I stopped, my rage still frothing. But he had thrown me off balance. He actually looked sincere, as if he were really just a clueless idiot that didn’t know any better and felt bad about it now. Hell no , I wasn’t letting him off that easy. He had ruined too much already.
I tried to stoke my anger, to get back on track with my rant. “You don’t get to be a jerk your whole life and just say sorry and everything is better. That’s not how it works, James. You can’t just randomly be nice and think everything is perfect. You can’t just...”
I felt his warm hand on my cheek. He turned my face towards his and he silenced me with his lips.
I pushed him off of me and slapped his face. “What the fuck! You can’t...”
He took my face in both his hands again. Leaving no room for argument or escape this time, he crushed my mouth under his.
I gave in, more than willing to melt in his hands as his tongue dipped into my mouth, tasting and teasing mine. I kissed him back, stronger, fiercer, until my lips hurt from being pressed so hard against his. He bit at them playfully, moved his wet lips hungrily across my jaw line, down my neck and back up to kiss and lick my mouth again. I felt the intensity of his need and wanted desperately to reach down and feel for it in those tight blue jeans of his. I was practically humping the air in between us when he finally, unexpectedly, broke the kiss.
I panted, staring at him, feeling my lips swollen, my nipples peaking so hard they hurt, my belly aching with a horrible empty feeling. I wanted him inside of me. But I didn’t want to make love or have sex. I wanted him to fuck me, to feel the weight of his hard body against mine, to feel his marvelous cock thrusting deep into me with his violent desire until he came inside of me again and again.
I squirmed on my seat, waiting for him to grab hold of me, desperate to feel the heat of his touch again.
He stared back, his breath just as short as mine.
“We better get home,” he said, finally, his eyes not letting mine go.
I nodded, nervous and scared but still shaking with lust. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
He turned away and put the car in drive, then pulled back onto the road. I sat back straight in my chair, fixing my skirt, trying not to think too directly about anything, trying not to think how wet the leather seat underneath of me was going to be when I got up.
When we got home we went to our separate rooms without a word.
I didn’t bother to get out of my dress before crawling into my bed. I was so exhausted, but it still took hours to fall asleep.
Chapter Seven
W hen I woke up in the morning, I was sure I had dreamed the whole thing. There was no way James could have kissed me. None.
But he had.
I touched my lips. They felt puffy and sore from James’s hard kisses, but under my fingers they seemed normal enough. Normal but changed. It seemed impossible for me to get out of my bed, to dress and go downstairs. Life as a normal girl was impossible for me now. He was my stepbrother .
I pulled my sheets up over my head, not wanting to face the day or the black twisted thoughts that were clouding the air and choking me. Waves of contradicting emotions ran over me—the intoxicating joy of knowing he wanted me, if only for a minute in his car last night. The gut-tearing nausea of knowing I could never have him, that it was impossible, that it was wrong .
I rolled over, smothering my face in my pillow until I drifted back asleep.
When I finally did manage