Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I swallow hard as I watch him stand back up and start laughing with the kid. Water ripples and pours down his perfectly defined six-pack, over his round tattooed shoulders, off his strong masculine jaw. His pink and black bathing suit is hiked up his thick muscular thighs, sticking to the smooth pale skin underneath. My mouth waters when I see the size of his bulge, knowing he’s packing some serious heat, especially if it’s still that big in the cold ocean water.
“Becca!” my father calls. “What are you doing?”
I get yanked out of my daze and turn to him with my mouth hanging open. “Huh?”
“Let’s go,” he says with a chuckle. “It’s a beautiful view, isn’t it?”
“Oh yeah,” I say with a gulp as I take one last look at the water god before moving on.
I run to catch up, but I barely take five steps before I feel compelled to turn around and take one last peek at the guy.
This time, he’s staring right at me.
Staring. He’s not even trying to be subtle. His whole body is tight as he openly gawks at me with his mouth hanging open.
The boy he’s playing with throws the football. I giggle as the bright orange football sails over his shoulder without him reacting. He’s fixated on me and doesn’t even notice.
My cheeks blush as I get an excited hopeful feeling in my stomach.
Looks like this summer is going to be really interesting.
Maybe this gorgeous guy is my neighbor. Maybe we’ll get to know each other and he’ll ask me out. Maybe I’ll even lose the V-Card hanging around my neck.
Maybe I’ll have the summer of my life. The kind that books and movies are written about.
“There’s Ollie!” my dad says when he turns around and sees the guy. “Ollie! Hi!”
“Wha—“ I mutter as I turn to him with a muddled brain. “That’s not Ollie…”
Ollie is a nerd. Ollie is a chemistry dork. Ollie is my stepbrother. He can’t be hot. That can’t be him!
“Yes, it is,” my dad says as the tattooed knockout comes jogging over, splashing water as those big sexy legs cut through the surf. “That’s Ollie. That’s your new stepbrother.”
That’s my new stepbrother?
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
CHAPTER TWO
Becca
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“How are you, Ollie?” my father asks as he gives the bronzed tattooed heartthrob a quick hug.
Ollie’s gorgeous grey eyes never leave me as he says hello to my father. I’ve never seen grey eyes before and they have me mesmerized. Or, maybe it’s just him that has me mesmerized. This guy is insanely hot.
I’m flustered all over as I suddenly realize I’m standing here in my bikini.
“You must be the lovely Becca I’ve heard so much about,” he says as he turns his back on my father and focuses completely on me.
My back straightens as I start to feel a bit lightheaded under that intense gaze.
“I’m your stepbrother, Ollie,” he says as he offers his hand.
I’m trying to stop myself from trembling as I slide my palm into his. His big warm hand wraps around mine and he gives me a devastatingly sexy smile as we shake.
Those gorgeous eyes slowly slide down my body. He takes his time as he drags them back up.
“You look like you’re ready to get wet,” he says in a sexy seductive voice.
That grin on his lips… It makes me shiver despite the heat.
“How’s the… water?” I ask in a shaky voice.
“Hot,” he says with a grin. “Just like my new stepsister.”
“Where’s Debra?” my father asks, completely oblivious to the way his new stepson is flirting with his only daughter.
“Down the beach,” Ollie says, barely turning around. “Yellow and white umbrella.”
“Oh, there she is! Debra! Hi!”
He rushes away, leaving us all alone.
My eyes roam over his gorgeous tattooed arms with the little grains of sand sticking to his skin. I involuntarily lick my lips.
“See anything you like?” he asks with a salacious grin.
My eyes dart up to his. “What?”
“My tattoos,” he says with a wolfish smile. “Do you like them?”
I gulp. “Yeah. They’re… cool.”
He reaches out his arm, offering his round bicep. “Have a touch.”
My hand is moving on its own, lifting up to touch that tempting arm, but the kid from the water interrupts and I snap my hand back down.
“Ollie, what are you doing?” the kid whines. “Come back in the water and play with me!”
“I want to play with my new stepsister,” he says as those intense grey eyes roam up and down my body once again.
I can feel my nipples hardening in my top as his gaze lingers on my chest.
This is so inappropriate. I can’t be having these kinds of thoughts about my stepbrother!
It would have been better if he was as nerdy as my father. I don’t know what to do here. I don’t know how to proceed. I can’t have a crush on a freaking family member! What kind of a depraved, sexual deviant of a human being would do something like that?