Free Stepbrother Aflame by Charity Ferrell Page A

love you,” he says. “I just need a little more time.”
    I open the door slightly, careful not to make a sound, and see Cam’s hand pumping in and out of Savannah’s pussy. She’s pushed up against the wall, her ass lodged against his cock, as she grinds against it. She gasps when he pulls down his pants and slides inside of her.
    Of fuck, shit just got worse.
    My nails are biting into the side of the door. He grunts with each slam inside of her.
    My pulse elevates. “Looks like you still don’t know how to fuck a girl right,” I say, pushing the door open and walking into the room, unable to hold back my anger any longer.
    Cam stops, frozen in fear. A sly, venomous smile spreads across Savannah’s lips. She knows I’m going to tell Addison. She’d rather hurt her best friend than lose her temporary dick.
    I dart towards them and shove Cam away from Savannah. He grunts when his back hits the wall and my hand instinctively wrap around his throat. He’s standing there, gasping for air, his pants hanging around his ankles. I spit in his face, ready to put my fist there next, but suddenly pull back. I can’t go to jail and I know this pretty boy will press charges.
    “What are you going to do, huh?” Cam asks, getting his breathing back under control. “You going to hit me?”
    Yeah, he’d definitely press charges.
    “You don’t deserve her,” I hiss. “You break up with her or I’m telling her what pieces of shits both of you are.”
    He lets out a cynical laugh. “I don’t deserve her? Please don’t tell me you think you do?”
    “Fuck you,” I spat.
    Cockiness flickers along his face. Fucking asshole. “I see the way you look at her,” she says.
    I notice sweat start to glisten down his forehead. He’s nervous as fuck of Addison finding out. He loves her, there’s not doubt, but he’s also a selfish asshole.
    “She’ll never be with you,” he goes on. “You’re trash, scum off of the west coast streets with a criminal record. Sure, you may succeed in getting into her panties now because you’re going to tell her about me and Savannah,” he says sarcastically. “But she’ll be back in my arms sooner or later. Remember that.”
    His words punch me straight in the face. “Fuck you, Cam!”
    “No, fuck you, Zeth!”
     “Do you want me to fucking kill you?” I ask, pushing him back against the wall, rougher this time. “You’re going to leave now. I’ll take Addison home. You can meet us there and tell her what you and this hoe,” I look back at Savannah, “have been up to.”
    Savannah doesn’t say a word. She’s smart.
    I release Cam and take a step back.
    “Addison will be my wife in the next five years, and you’ll be back waiting for your next trip to a prison cell,” he says, bitterly.
    I inch my elbow backwards, ready to barrel my fist forward.
    “I will never be your wife, Cam.”
    I stop in shock, along with everyone else in the room. Every single one of us turns around at the sound of Addison’s voice.
    She’s standing in the doorway, her arms crossed, her face bright red as she fights back tears. I don’t know how much she heard or saw, but there’s no mistaken what just happened in this room. Her boyfriend’s pants are down, his cock dangling between his legs. Her best friend’s hair is a mess, her dress wrinkled around her waist.
    She looks at Savannah. “And you’re supposed to be my best friend.” Her attention moves to Cam. “You’re both dead to me.”

13. ADDISON
     
    I shake my head with each step down the stairs, asking myself why I’m even coming down here. I need to stay in my bedroom, away from Zeth, and sulk by myself. But he sent me a text asking me if I wanted to talk about it or get my mind off things.
    And I want to do both. I also want to see him.
    “How are you feeling?” Zeth asks, when he sees me coming into his view. He’s sitting on the couch with concern on his face.
    I sink down on the opposite end from him. “Is I’m