Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I should call Mary, I think as I head upstairs to my room. With her here, nothing can happen. He won’t be able to put the moves on me, and I won’t be able to do something stupid.
Yes, I’ll call Mary. But when I go to the dining room to get my phone, I realize it’s not at my seat where I left it. Or did I leave it upstairs in my room?
I take the stairs two at a time to my room, but when I push the door open, I find Walker standing there waiting for me.
“They’re gone,” he says simply.
So much weight in those two words. So much meaning. I don’t even have to ask what he means or who he’s talking about or what the implications are. I know exactly what he’s getting at and what he wants. The question is, do I want it to?
Yes…
But that’s not all that matters here. What matters is whether this is right or not. He’s my step-brother, for crying out loud! Mary has a point—I’ve done it before, and I don’t regret it, but I didn’t know what I was doing then! And what happens if I do it again and Walker does what he did before and bails on me?
What then?
Or what if my parents find out? What if they come home and catch us? What if the scandal gets out, and it does something to destroy my father’s reputation and his firm? What if—?
“Hey.” Walker’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I look up to see him advancing on me. “Get out of there.”
“Out of where?” I whimper.
“Out of your head,” he replies. “I can see you thinking, and that’s not what you need to be doing right now.”
“No?” I ask. “What do I need to be doing right now?”
He smiles and slides one hand through my hair, pulling me closer. “Kissing me.”
I feel the last of my defenses crumble as our lips meet. It’s like the whole world is set on fire. I’ve dreamt of this moment for the last 366 days and never thought it would happen again—I never even thought I’d see him again, yet here he is, standing in my room, sliding his tongue into my open mouth.
He must have felt the same way as me because he’s not holding back either.
His strong arm slides around me and pulls me to him. I feel his hard muscles pressed against my body, and my heart flutters.
Is this happening? Is this real? Is this really the man who stole my heart a year ago, or have I slipped into a fantasy that I’m going to wake up from any moment?
He towers over me, dwarfing me with his size, dominating me with his masculinity. Right now I don’t care that he’s my step-brother. My body is buzzing for more of his touch, begging for him to have his way with me.
Am I too desperate for him? Is that even possible?
Take me. Do what you want with me.
My womanhood is pulsing with hot desire. As I shift my legs, I feel the moisture soaking through my pants, signaling my body’s readiness for him. And as he spins me, presses me against the bed, and lowers me down, I feel the hard bulge beneath his pants marking his own desire.
His and goes to my zipper. “Take these off,” he growls. “We don’t know how much time we have.”
To most “normal” couples, this might be considered a turn-off—not having enough time to go through all the foreplay, or maybe only couples who have been together for a long time do something like this—quickies or something like that. But for me, hearing Walker command me like this is actually a turn-on.
Our parents could be home soon…wow.
That’s actually so hot. We have to hurry up and rush, make sure we aren’t caught having sex in the house we share together. God, am I crazy?
Maybe, but for now, I’m not questioning it. I reach down and pop the button on my pants as Walker tugs the zipper down. I lift my hips to make it easier for him to pull them off and am overcome with heat as a low, primal growl rumbles up through his chest when he sees the little red thong I’m wearing today.
“Fuck, you’re even better than I remember,” he says as he pulls his shirt off and tosses it aside. My jaw drops at the sight of his torso from this angle.
“Likewise…”
With a swift tug, he lifts up my shirt, exposing my breasts. “No bra tonight?”
I shake my head. I want to tell him I didn’t wear one because I wanted to tease him, but I guess I don’t have to. Walker sees it in my eyes and licks his lips as he undoes his belt.
“Here,” he says, indicating his jeans. “You do it.”