ESCAPE: A Stepbrother Romance (These Wicked Games Book 2) Read Free Page A

kind of attention going back would draw.”
    “I didn’t see any reporters.”
    “You wouldn’t.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    Mike faces forward.
    “Hey!” I kick his seat, and hit Cade’s knee in the process.
    “Calm down.” Cade puts his hand on my thigh, and I let my leg fall. His hand’s so warm and large. It makes my thighs look small.
    I swallow and look up at him.
    His hand tightens, slides slowly up my thigh, and I bite my lip, my pelvis lifting of its own accord.
    I try not to moan as his fingers reach the hem of my shorts. He trails his fingers along the fabric.
    I want to say his name, but stop myself, remembering what happened last time.
    I’ll let what happens happen. I don’t want to change anything for the worse; it seems nothing I do can change things for the better.
    His finger slips under the fabric, and I inhale sharply, letting out a quiet moan.
    I doubt even Cade heard it, over the road noise.
    He lifts his gaze from where his fingers are teasing me, and brings them to my eyes.
    I smile.
    Cade leans forward slightly and licks his lips.
    I tentatively let my hand creep to his crotch.
    Fuck, he’s so hard.
    I wrap my hand around his shaft and squeeze.
    He grunts. “Mags.” His hand goes to mine, makes it move up and down.
    My eyes dart to make sure Mike’s not watching.
    He’s oblivious. So is the driver.
    Cade slips his fingers in further, almost touching now. So close.
    I’m soaking, and dying to touch myself. Dying to have him touch me. I flash on his expression when he saw me naked earlier, on how it felt to stand there, under the harsh lights, and to have him see every part of me. To see the lust that it evoked in him.
    I touch myself through my shorts, our eyes locked.
    Cade’s hand tightens on mine, and he looks away. Then he pulls my hand away from his cock.
    My heart implodes.
    The way he did it, so violently. Like he was disgusted with me for even thinking to do something like that.
    But, he liked it. I can tell. And he guided my hand.
    “Cade,” I say quietly, both hands now limp in my lap.
    “When we get to Amélie’s, you should get cleaned up. I have some things to do.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Sorry?” He looks at me.
    “I mean, you seemed upset.” I gesture at his crotch, and want to slap myself. The movement had implied something different in my head.
    He looks out the window. “Stay inside. I shouldn’t be long. Then we can get out of this hellish town.”
    I look at my hands, feeling awkward. I try to change the subject. “Another Emily?”
    He looks at me again.
    I smile. “I got checked-in by an Emily, then tackled by one. Now we’re going to a place called Emily’s.”
    “No. It’s a person. And Amélie, not Emily. You know. Amélie, from before.”
    My mouth falls open. “Are you kidding?”
    “No. Why?”
    “Why? What do you mean? You can’t be serious. Are you—” I stop. I feel even more awkward now. Before, I was his sister, and asking this kind of question would be normal. But now, will I seem jealous?
    “Am I what?” His eyes burn into me.
    I shrug. “I don’t know.”
    “Don’t be so fucking coy.”
    “Cade…”
    “Why don’t you stand up for yourself once in a while?”
    “What? Cade, what’s—”
    “Oh stop with the puppy act. You’re a grown fucking woman, Maggie, you should start acting like it.”
    “I don’t understand.” I glance at the driver and Mike, who are ignoring us. My eyes burn, and I have to open them wide to keep the tears from falling.
    He looks out the window.
    I scoot closer to him. “Hey.” I put my hand on his shoulder, and he shrugs it off.
    I stare at the back of his head, vision blurring. “Cade,” I whimper.
    He turns to me. His expression softens when he sees my face, and he takes my hand. “I’m sorry. I’m just upset.”
    I nod.
    “Hey, little bird, I’m sorry.” He touches my chin, lifting it, then kisses my forehead. “I’m an asshole. I’m sorry. I’m just so