Wet Summer (Season of Love #1) Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Billionaire, Insta-Love, MC, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Season of Love Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
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I press the pause button on the phone to turn off the music. The fucker has the nerve to glare at me and give me attitude. “That was rude to turn off her music. Mr. Daniels will hear of this.”

I tilt my head at this big piece of shit and scowl. “Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing on my property?”

He looks past me which irritates me more than it should, so I follow his gaze and find the little fucking bombshell swimming to the edge of the water. She uses the ledge to lift her fantastic curves out of the water, giving both of us an eyeful of soaking-wet perfection.

“Hi, I’m Summer. You must be my new stepbrother, Drake.” My mouth falls fucking on the floor, but only in my head because I maintain my composure.

The sound of her voice catches me off guard, causing me to shake my head and try to erase it from my brain. There’s no way I can shake the way she looked, swimming across my pool in a tight bikini and now with her hands on hips, smiling up at me while delivering devastating news.

“Excuse me. I believe I misheard you.” I reach over and grab the towel off the rack beside us and hand it to her because I don’t like the fact that the meathead beside me, who is about twenty pounds heavier than me, is eyeing the water dripping down her juicy round tits like perfectly round melons.

“Yes, I’m your stepsister, Summer. Dad has us staying at his house here.”

“His house?”

“Well, I guess it’s the family home, but it’s gorgeous. I suppose this is an awkward introduction.” She wrings out her hair with the towel.

“Where’s my father?”

“He and my mother went on their honeymoon.”

“Honeymoon?”

“Do you always repeat everything with a question?”

“I do when I’m blindsided by the fact that my father went and got married without telling me.” She blanches, pressing her hand to her mouth and shaking her head. She steps back and falls backward, landing in the pool. I’m quick, and I dive right after her. My hands slide around her waist and pull her up and to the shallow end where the steps are. Sitting her on them, I check for injuries on her head.

“Summer, are you alright?” her piece of shit guard asks, too damn late to the party.

“I’m fine. I promise.”

“Yes, she’s fine. Not that you were any damn use. Get the fuck off my property before I toss you out on your ass.” I helped her all the way out of the pool and grabbed another set of towels for both of us.

“Mr. Daniels hired me, and I work for him.” This fuck has huge brass balls to think anything he says has any bearing here.

“I don’t give a shit who you work for. This is my home, and you’re on my estate, so I’m warning you to get off my land before I get my gun and shoot you or have my own security do it for me.” I take a towel and wrap it around the little wet intruder.

“Oh goodness. You didn’t have to be so mean to Sven. He was just doing his job. I shouldn’t have said anything, and I didn’t mean to scare you because I can swim.”

“It isn’t that you can’t swim. You could have busted your damn head, and I would have been liable.”

“Well, I didn’t, big bro.”

“I’m not your brother. I don’t even know your name.”

“I told you it’s Summer.”

“Well, Summer, since you are obviously more informed than I am, how long have our parents been married?”

“Two months.” My mouth drops again.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Two damn months.” I’m dripping wet, so I grab a towel and dry off before storming into my home. I hear her behind me, but I’m not paying the sexy little thing any mind because I’m going to lose my shit in a minute. There is no fucking reason my father is married and away on his honeymoon while I’m stuck with his stepdaughter, who is… I turned around and looked at her. “How old are you?”

“I’m eighteen.” Fuck me. She’s eight years my junior. I’m going to end up in prison for my thoughts about her.

“Go put some damn clothes on and stay away from that meathead security guard. Whoever that asshole is, he wants to fuck your tight little ass.”

“What?”

“You heard me and don’t get any ideas either because I’ll be keeping an eye on you while you’re here, which won’t be long.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” She walks away with an eye roll, and I adjust my cock before heading to my bedroom for a cold shower and a damn phone call to my father.

I’m furious when the bastard doesn’t answer the phone, but I head back downstairs because I need to eat. My housekeeper was only there for the day, but there should be a well-stocked fridge with some prepped meals that are easy for me to cook.


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