Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
“It matters. And it’s gonna matter to you a lot, little sister. Because… I’m going to be the one to teach you everything.” He looks like he’s doing some planning in his mind while he continues, “All your first times… First we’ll talk about it, then we’ll do it. It’s gonna matter to you about as much as breathing, baby. Fucking Christ on the cross.”
My breath hitches in my throat. The ferocity in his voice and the serious promise in his words make me gulp around the lump in my throat.
His chin drops to his chest. “I don’t know what you are doing to me, sis, but you are making your big brother want to do very bad things to you.”
“This is nuts. You’re my stepbrother and I just met you. Yesterday. I must be losing my mind. Did you drug me? Maybe I’m the one hallucinating.”
His nostrils flare, his Adam’s apple moving under the flesh of his neck as he releases a long low groan that hits me right in the sweet spot.
“You’re not hallucinating. But I bet you’re wet. You’re wet for your big brother, aren’t you?”
My body rolls at the sound of lust in his voice and says yes, yes, yes, but I keep my face frozen.
His big hands sweep down from my cheeks, over my shoulders as my heart flops around like a fish on the dock.
“It’s okay, baby. I want you to be wet when you’re with me. I don’t care what anyone else thinks about us. When I saw you yesterday in that alley holding that cat carrier looking like a lost little doll? I wanted to scoop you up and save you from anything that could ever hurt you again. Scared the shit out of me.”
He tugs me toward him, manhandling me while I figure out how to breathe and live in this new world. He settles me on his lap, as he presses a button and eases his seat all the way back, so there’s room for my hips between his crotch and the steering wheel.
“There, doesn’t that feel nice? Sit on my lap like a good girl.”
He grins and twists his fingers into the back of my hair, pulling my lips to his as the hardness under my rear end grows, the jerks and spasms nearly launching me off his lap.
My cheeks are so hot, I’m pretty sure I could fry an egg. Every word, as much as I’m fighting this, seems to wriggle beneath my skin, making me want more of this strange lusty goodness.
I let my thoughts drift to places they’ve never ventured before. Not out of shame or fear, but just because this is an entirely new planet for me.
The warmth of his tongue invades my mouth. I always felt French kissing would be gross and why would you ever, ever let someone put their tongue and saliva into your mouth?
But this, this…is making me moan and turn to warm pudding. His magical lips slip over mine, tipping his head this way then that way as the rasp of his close shave against my skin makes me ripple with desire.
I allow my hands to wander over his hard shoulders, up the tendons of his neck, and to the hollows of his cheeks… wanting more, more, more of all of this.
Our tongues lash and twist, our breathing warm and desperate, twining together as his arms gather me around the waist like I’m going to fly off into space somewhere, but he’s got me in the strength of his gravitational pull.
When he pulls back, I’m beyond breathless as I paw and touch him everywhere, leaning in to take a deep sniff of his neck; he smells like heaven.
He lets out a low chuckle as I explore and use all my senses to gather up the new feelings that are overwhelming me.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. Take your time.”
“I just—” I sit up, taking in his dark eyes, the way the long lashes flick up and down as he looks at my face with such intensity, it’s like I don’t need to say anything because he can see inside me. Read my thoughts.
“It’s a lot, right?” He says what I was trying to say, but adds, “And you want more. Because I do, I want another tip for the ride I gave you, but this time, maybe it’s just the tip.”
I swallow hard. “Just the tip,” I repeat.
“Yeah, you can help your brother release a little pent-up frustration. Sisters like doing things for their big brothers, don’t they?”
I nod, unsure if I should run or lean back and just let him do as he wants. Something inside me is setting aside all the things I believed about relationships and how I had some physiological reason I couldn’t connect with anyone in this way.