Huge Dare – Beyond Huge Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
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“Shame,” Seb says, and I don’t miss the warning look that Colby spears in his direction.

“See you at home,” Micky says as I turn to make my escape.

I don’t stop, but I call over my shoulder. “Yeah, see you there.”

I’ll see him at home for a dare and nothing more. I’ll go through with this because that’s what I do and because I want his body and all the skills I know he can use to make me feel good.

But when it’s done, I need to do whatever I can to fix that old lens. I need to find the strength to hold them at arm’s length again.

I can’t let them get under my skin.

Not now. Not ever.

10

MICKY

I know I’m dreaming when the bed shifts behind me and Ellie’s voice whispers ‘sssshhh’ close to my ear. I know I’m dreaming because there’s no way my stepsister would slip into my room and slide her hand over my abs and up my chest like she’s reading braille.

“What?” I say, blinking in the darkness. Flashes of my shadowed room hit my vision as Ellie snuggles closer, her breast pressing against my back.

“We have to be quiet,” she whispers. “My mom is a light sleeper.”

I blink again, my mind whirring over the fact that Ellie’s voice in my dream is as clear as it would be in real life. And her fingers on my skin feel as real as they would if this wasn’t a crazy, vivid sex fantasy.

“What?” I say again; my voice is so husky that it hurts my dream-throat.

“Micky,” she says, her lips pressing against my neck. “You made me come so hard in that closet. Now it’s my turn.”

Fuck. Fuck. My balls draw tight, my cock already hardening. I’m too old to have a wet dream, I think, shifting against the too-warm mattress.

Blinking again, I see the time on the clock on my nightstand; one-fifty-three am. The middle of the fucking night. I suck in a long, whooshing breath as I finally come awake enough to realize that this isn’t a dream. I’m not asleep. I’m just dozy as fuck and too delirious to register the amazing truth. That Ellie is really in my bed, and her hand is really trailing over places that are coming to life with shivery anticipation.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “Stop.” My hand grips her wrist tightly, a reflex that hits me through the confusion.

“What?” she says as I roll quickly to face her. “Don’t you want me to?”

Even in the darkness, I can see the mortified expression on her face. She had the courage to slip between my sheets almost naked, but now she’s worried she’s gone too far. Before she has time to mentally travel further in the wrong direction, I press my lips to hers. It takes a few seconds for her to register what’s happening. I release her wrist as I tease my mouth over hers, my hands exploring the soft warmth of her body.

Damn. I know I’ve already had my tongue between her legs, but I missed the awesomeness of the build-up. I skipped the exploration of her body, and I will not make the same mistake twice.

Fuck what Colby keeps saying about us having to deny what we want. Fuck always having to do the right thing.

This can’t be wrong when it feels so right.

“Micky,” she whispers as I pull back long enough to check she’s into this.

“Ellie, baby,” I murmur against her neck, pushing away all the questions I want to ask her. Why me? Why now? Why the change of heart? With her warm breast in my palm, I don’t want to risk anything destroying this moment.

Ellie tastes too good, and as she trails her hands down my back until her palms are resting at the curve of my glutes, I can’t focus anymore.

I have to hear those little whimpering sounds she made in the closet. I have to feel her trembling thighs clutched around my face, taste her arousal, and feel the pulsing of her pleasure against my tongue.

My big hands search out her slender wrists and force her arms to the bed next to her head. I loom over her, taking in her parted lips and wide eyes as I nudge her thighs apart with my knees.

“I made you come once,” I say, my voice still husky with sleep. “I want to do it again.”

She nods, and that’s all the encouragement I need. In a flash, I’m shoving at the sheet that’s covering us and sliding down her body. The negligee she’s wearing isn’t something I’ve seen before. Pink, with pretty lace at the hem. It’s something a woman would wear for a boyfriend, not around the house in front of parents and stepbrothers. It’s something Ellie put on specially to come and sneak into my room. It’s something she’s worn just for me.


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