BAD LUST: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 1) Read Free

I lick my lips, wanting more. I only ever
did this to two other guys. One didn ’ t finish and the other
did, but he pulled away and turned while he came. No surprise that my sex life
and stories are boring and sad.
    But not tonight.
    J ake looks at me. His
eyes are glossy. “ Stand
up, sweetie . ”
    In a minute , I ’ m naked. Stripped naked
by Jake and his strong and aggressive hands. His fingertips slide along my body, from my shoulders down to my nipples, then down to my pussy. He
touches me with every damn finger of his, bringing me to my toes.
    I moan. It feels good. I want
him to know it feels good.
    But he ’ s perfect at this game.
He ’ s the one
who probably invented it.
    Jake sits on the bed and looks
wobbly. He ’ s
shitfaced right now.
    I don ’ t care. I need this so badly .
My father told me before his vacation that I better be ready for a big change
in life. I don ’ t
know what it means, but if it ’ s
anything with his political aspirations, I need to have my fun right now.
    Jake reaches for me and pulls me
towards him. His cock is so long and thick. I straddle the bed, trying to move
naturally and instinctively . Like my body knows what it wants.
    His hands slide down around my
ass and he squeezes me.
    I groan.
    His mouth engulfs one of my breasts.
    One of his hands lets my ass go
and then I feel him guiding his cock right at me.
    In seconds, he ’ ll know just how tight I
really am.
    I open my eyes and start to play
the keyboard. It all comes to me so naturally, like it always has. Nobody in my
family can play an instrument but me. After my mother left, I asked for a
keyboard because I wanted noise to chase away how hurt I was. My father bought
anything I asked for. When I couldn ’ t
play the keyboard and it was just bad notes, he signed me up for lessons.
    And as crazy as it was, Jake ’ s mother was kind of an
inspiration to me. Up until she just literally stopped playing piano and almost
disappeared. Maybe that made Jake even more appealing for me. How someone so
beautiful like Rebecca Preatt could give birth to something so horrible (yet
crazy sexy) like Jake Ziggern.
    I take another breath and start to
sing.
    The first song feels so easy. It ’ s almost relaxing for me. I feel
normal. Nobody snapping my picture. Nobody asking me a question about not having
a mother. Or how good of a father I have. Or what it ’ s like to be young and rich. Or if I have to pay
for college. Or if I ’ m
going to take a job at my father ’ s
company.
    When I finish, I take my hands off
the keyboard. I wait for approval but it really doesn ’ t come. Everyone is busy. Maybe ten people clap for
me. I look to my left and Katelyn is giggling with the bartender.
    I put my fingers back to the
keyboard and get ready for the second song. As I start to play, I see movement
from the corner of my eye. I don't want to look but I have to.
    There ’ s
Jake, walking along the floor, hands in his pockets. He finds an empty table
and sits down. He puts his feet up and hands behind his head. A few seconds
later I see the woman he had been with walking to someone at the bar. It ’ s a guy.
    Did Jake really have the balls to
screw someone ’ s girlfriend
while their boyfriend was at the bar?
    Talk about a total badass.
    I keep playing the same part over
and over on the keyboard, my eyes stuck on Jake. He ’ s staring right back at me. He shows no emotion.
    Does he even remember I was just in
the bathroom? Watching him?
    It angers me as much as it confuses
me. And it turns me on.
    I put my lips to the mic and Jake
smirks. It makes me freeze up again. So I run through the beginning of the song
one more time.
    I see Jake ’ s ass thrusting so hard
at th e woman. Her hair ’ s
in her face, her mouth open, groaning with each pump. He looks back at me and
nods.
    “ What ’ s up, sweetie? ” he asks. “ You need something? You
want to get in on this? ”
    I gasp. The woman is breathing
heavy. Her hands gripping Jake