he’d been pretty decent as stepfathers go. Sure, he was distant, aloof, and a little cold, but I could use those same words to describe my attitude about him !
He’d let me move in without a peep, gave me my own spacious room, free rein around the house, helped co-sign my student loans and basically left me alone to lead my own, angst-ridden teenage life. All he’d really asked in return was… what? That I show up on time to his son’s party? I couldn’t even do that right!
I shrugged, my shoulders sagging as I paced again, feeling guilty now about my childish outburst. Not only had I disrespected Jerry and embarrassed my poor mother, but now my sexy, hunky, broad-shouldered stepbrother thought I was a total bitch!
I blushed all over again, feeling the heat down to my panty line as I flashed back upon Ryan’s long, lean frame. While April had practically creamed her panties about her sinful, sizzling affair with her prom date’s brother, I’d secretly hoped the opposite would be true for me. Somehow, I thought it might be easier if Ryan was, well… ugly. A big, bulky Jarhead with a leather neck, piggish eyes, and big, bulging muscles that repelled, rather than excited me.
Now I knew living under the same roof with a straight up hunk was going to be the very definition of challenging. Even now, feeling like a fool for running off like that – even stomping up the stairs like a petulant teen! – I couldn’t stop thinking of the flex of Ryan’s biceps, the curve of his smile, the aloof gleam in his eyes or those soft, full lips of his. I bet he was packing some junk. Long, hard, sexy junk.
If only I’d been getting action on the regular, I mused, peering down at the glittering, shimmering pool below, I might not have been so susceptible to Ryan’s obvious charms. But April had been right about one thing, at least…I hadn’t had any action since I’d moved to Tennessee. Now I was desperate, too desperate to be living across from some badass, tattooed, male model type living right across the hall – even if he was my stepbrother.
Fact was, April had been right about another thing, too. It was kind of hot wanting something I wasn’t supposed to have. Ryan would have been a knockout, look twice character even if I’d seen him across a crowded bar or at some mall or bookstore café. He was just that cute! But I supposed the fact I wasn’t supposed to think he was hot—or even notice how hot he was—made him even hotter.
I hadn’t realized how much of him I’d drunk in during our brief meeting across the kitchen counter downstairs, but damn—now every detail came back to life in vivid color. The collage of tattoos down his forearm, and the hint of more to come as others disappeared up the sleeves of his soft, clingy red T-shirt. The gentle alertness in those green eyes, the slight upturn of those ripe, full lips, the scruff on his chin and the long, slow curve of his waist before it disappeared into the low slung button fly of his soft blue jeans.
As I paced, a myriad of scenarios flooded my mind, the kind I’d never had to think about before as an only child. What if I heard him jerking off in his bedroom late one night? Or happened to peer out my window one early morning to find him stepping from the pool, bare torso dappled with sunlight and dripping water, ogling him as he dried himself with effortless sexiness? And how could I ever flounce around the house half-naked with my big, bad stepbrother hanging around at all hours of the day and night?
Dammit! I should just fuck him. Get it over with. No. No, I couldn’t do that.
“Ugh!” I flopped myself on the bed. I had classes three days a week and the rest of my time was basically my own. I could just not come home until dinner, then stay in my room the rest of the night. With most of my needs taken care of, financially speaking, from my student loans to room and board—plus whatever I’d managed to save working part-time at a local movie
He’d let me move in without a peep, gave me my own spacious room, free rein around the house, helped co-sign my student loans and basically left me alone to lead my own, angst-ridden teenage life. All he’d really asked in return was… what? That I show up on time to his son’s party? I couldn’t even do that right!
I shrugged, my shoulders sagging as I paced again, feeling guilty now about my childish outburst. Not only had I disrespected Jerry and embarrassed my poor mother, but now my sexy, hunky, broad-shouldered stepbrother thought I was a total bitch!
I blushed all over again, feeling the heat down to my panty line as I flashed back upon Ryan’s long, lean frame. While April had practically creamed her panties about her sinful, sizzling affair with her prom date’s brother, I’d secretly hoped the opposite would be true for me. Somehow, I thought it might be easier if Ryan was, well… ugly. A big, bulky Jarhead with a leather neck, piggish eyes, and big, bulging muscles that repelled, rather than excited me.
Now I knew living under the same roof with a straight up hunk was going to be the very definition of challenging. Even now, feeling like a fool for running off like that – even stomping up the stairs like a petulant teen! – I couldn’t stop thinking of the flex of Ryan’s biceps, the curve of his smile, the aloof gleam in his eyes or those soft, full lips of his. I bet he was packing some junk. Long, hard, sexy junk.
If only I’d been getting action on the regular, I mused, peering down at the glittering, shimmering pool below, I might not have been so susceptible to Ryan’s obvious charms. But April had been right about one thing, at least…I hadn’t had any action since I’d moved to Tennessee. Now I was desperate, too desperate to be living across from some badass, tattooed, male model type living right across the hall – even if he was my stepbrother.
Fact was, April had been right about another thing, too. It was kind of hot wanting something I wasn’t supposed to have. Ryan would have been a knockout, look twice character even if I’d seen him across a crowded bar or at some mall or bookstore café. He was just that cute! But I supposed the fact I wasn’t supposed to think he was hot—or even notice how hot he was—made him even hotter.
I hadn’t realized how much of him I’d drunk in during our brief meeting across the kitchen counter downstairs, but damn—now every detail came back to life in vivid color. The collage of tattoos down his forearm, and the hint of more to come as others disappeared up the sleeves of his soft, clingy red T-shirt. The gentle alertness in those green eyes, the slight upturn of those ripe, full lips, the scruff on his chin and the long, slow curve of his waist before it disappeared into the low slung button fly of his soft blue jeans.
As I paced, a myriad of scenarios flooded my mind, the kind I’d never had to think about before as an only child. What if I heard him jerking off in his bedroom late one night? Or happened to peer out my window one early morning to find him stepping from the pool, bare torso dappled with sunlight and dripping water, ogling him as he dried himself with effortless sexiness? And how could I ever flounce around the house half-naked with my big, bad stepbrother hanging around at all hours of the day and night?
Dammit! I should just fuck him. Get it over with. No. No, I couldn’t do that.
“Ugh!” I flopped myself on the bed. I had classes three days a week and the rest of my time was basically my own. I could just not come home until dinner, then stay in my room the rest of the night. With most of my needs taken care of, financially speaking, from my student loans to room and board—plus whatever I’d managed to save working part-time at a local movie
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