Free Off Limits: A Stepbrother MMA Romance by Callie Harper

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don’t trust anyone. You never knew what they were really after, you
or your money. So I liked it that Jewel clearly wanted neither.
    “Doing some early
morning yoga?” I opened the sliding glass door for her. We had an
open floor plan, like most homes in L.A. With every day 80 degrees
and sunny, it only made sense.
    “How did you know?”
Smartass, she looked at me all wide-eyed pretending to be impressed.
I wanted to impress her, that was the problem. I wanted her to look
up at me wide-eyed for a whole other reason, her pink lips parting
just like that. She glowed from the exercise, a flush in her cheeks.
She’d put her hair up in a loose bun and more tumbled out than
stayed in, cascading around her, just-fucked curls in her luscious
red hair against her creamy skin.
    My fucking stepsister.
    “Just trying to make
conversation, sis.” I shifted my weight and held my water bottle in
front of my shorts. No sense scaring the girl with my wood.
    “Don’t call me
that,” she snapped back.
    “Our parents are
married, sweetheart. I give it one year, two tops, but—”
    “They won’t make it
past twelve months,” she interjected.
    “As I was saying, for
now, you’re my stepsister. Or would you rather I just call you
sister?”
    “You know I’m not
your sister!” Her green eyes flashed as she looked at me with anger
and disdain. I loved her like that, all fire and heat. I bet she’d
be a fucking firecracker in bed.
    Not going to happen. I
was a lecherous fuck, I knew that, but even I had boundaries. My
stepsister was off limits. As much as it pained me to say it, I knew
it was true. Plus, the last time I’d nearly crossed the line she’d
reminded me all about it with a sharp, hard knee to the balls.
    She brushed past me to
get to the refrigerator. For a moment, I felt her soft skin, the
warmth of her arm against my own. I could see her feel it, too. She
clasped her hand up to her skin as if she’d been burned.
    “Everything OK?” I
couldn’t help ask. Once you knew you bothered someone it was hard
to not go for it. It was like a big, shiny red button was right in
front of me with a ‘press me’ sign underneath it. Who was I to
say no?
    “I’m fine.” She
brushed me off and opened the fridge. She bent over again as she dug
around in the fruit bin. She needed to wear tights more often. That
ass was a national treasure, so high and tight.
    “Are you finished?”
She knew I’d been checking her out. Holding an apple, she slammed
the fridge door closed and stood there with a hand on her hip. Like a
prim and proper teacher, standing up in front of the class, annoyed
with the poor behavior. I’d like to take her over my knee and give
her some discipline.
    “I don’t know what
you’re talking about.” I stood there, shirtless, and decided why
not. I lifted up my water bottle and took a long swig. Once I
finished, I had her right where I wanted her. Her eyes were locked on
the huge bulge in my shorts, the nylon tenting over my giant cock.
Now her eyes widened for all the right reasons.
    “Are you finished?”
I taunted her, flashing a wicked smile.
    “Uh!” Throwing her
hands up in frustration, she tore her eyes away. Her cheeks flushed a
deep rosy pink, so sensitive. “You’re disgusting.”
    “Just a healthy
American male.” I sauntered slowly out of the room, taking another
swig from my bottle, feeling her eyes on me as I left. “You have a
good time today saving the world, sis.”
    “I’m working at the
Marine Mammal Center!” She called after me.
    Man, I liked fucking
with her.
    That was the problem.
How could I focus on training when I walked around hard as a fucking
rock? I’d planned to be celibate this summer, none of my usual
distractions. But I might need to change my plans. Four days around
Jewel and I already knew I wasn’t going to make it one, never mind
eight weeks without plowing into some pussy.
    Jewel. She might be the
one person who could make this Bel Air mansion seem