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

’ s
shoulders tight.
    I stare at him. “ Jake … ? ”
    “ Yeah?
What? ”
    “ It ’ s … me. ”
    Am I really talking to him right
now? While he ’ s
screwing someone else?
    “ Who
are you? ” he
asks.
    I gasp again. “ You don ’ t … remember …”
    “ Sweetie,
unless you ’ re
going to take your pants off and come over here, get out. ”
    “ Hurry, ” the woman moans. “ I ’ m so close. ”
    He doesn ’ t remember me. He doesn ’ t even know me. It wouldn ’ t be that much of a shock
because our lives were so far apart and different … but he had just fucked me two nights ago …
    I ’ m
able to get the lyrics out this time. I start the song and am able to keep my
composure. I ’ m singing a
song about being lonely, which seems so twisted and ironic.
    I promise myself I won ’ t look at Jake.
    He doesn ’ t matter.
    If he forgot about me, I ’ ll forget about him. It ’ s not like we ’ re ever going to have to get to
know each other.

 
    3.
     
    (Jake)
     
    She thinks I don ’ t fucking remember her. Are you
fucking kidding me? The sweetest smelling pussy I ever had. So pure and
delicious, she still lingered on my fucking lips. And how tight she was? I
thought my cock was being choked and would snap off. She said she wasn ’ t quite a virgin, but damn, that
was a virgin pussy. If not, then I feel bad for the guy who allegedly fucked
her. Must have had a pinky dick. Not me though. I ’ m
more like a fucking fist.
    Damn. And the way she moved her
hips? I held those fucking hips, her little curvy flesh working goddamn magic
on me. It was so good … I
would have fucked her three more times that night. But when she climbed off me,
I saw what I ’ d done to her.
I hurried to wipe the evidence away, not wanting her to see the blood I had
caused.
    She was drunk but not sloppy drunk.
And she was the dork rich girl on campus. I was the dirty burn out jock.
Whatever the fuck anyone wanted to call me. I like pussy and the campus was
flooded with it. And they all wanted it. A piece of Jake. I ’ m the kind of guy that makes a
woman ’ s father cry and a
woman ’ s mother wish she
were twenty years younger. Hell, you don ’ t
even want to know how many mothers I ’ ve
run through after I took care of their daughters.
    Yeah, I ’ m sick. I ’ m
fucked. I ’ m … insert here .
    It ’ s
the way I live and the way I ’ ve
lived my entire damn life. Having a flake for a mother and a dead father really
doesn ’ t put you on the path
to prosperity. But there ’ s
money all around and I keep my mouth shut and enjoy it.
    Money and sex. What else fucking
matters?
    Right now, what matters is the
dorky bitch on stage, staring at me as she sings. She almost cost me two times
tonight already and it pisses me off. The first time I could understand. Coming
into the bathroom to take a piss and finding some guy railing a chick against a
wall is a little jarring. When I looked back and saw it was Jade, I couldn ’ t believe it. The fucking odds
of this shit … I pick a
random place to come hang, stay out of the limelight, looking to score a little
pussy. And BAM , there she fucking is.
    Her sweet body instantly popped
into my mind and I had to pull out of the chick I was fucking to keep from
exploding. The chick had been arguing with her boyfriend at the bar, really
fucking up my night to chill. So I walked up to her and whispered into her ear … If you don ’ t shut your fucking
mouth, I ’ m
going to stick my cock in it … And well, damn, if she didn ’ t
take me up on the offer. Just to get back at her boyfriend as he rambled on
with some other dude about some fucking football player.
    So I fucked the chick. And then I
pulled myself from her. By then, we were alone in the bathroom. I took it easy
and had a seat, letting the chick slop all over my cock. It was good, but she
was too eager at it. Maybe she never saw a dick as big as mine, I don ’ t know. But it was a fucking
chore.
    Until we