Free BAD LUST: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 1) by Aurora Hayes, Ana W. Fawkes Page A

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    “ You ’ re fucking drunk, ” I say. “ What the hell are you trying to prove? ”
    “ I ’ m trying to get you out of my
head, ” I admit.
    I smirk.
    No chance, sweetie. No fucking
chance at all.
    I reach down and grab her right
wrist. She jumps a little and leans back, her left hand on the bed, trying to
keep her balance.
    I lift her hand to my nose and take
a deep breath.
    “ Fuck,
that ’ s sweet, ” I say.
    She blushes and bites on her bottom
lip. She wants it so fucking bad. My cock is so thick and hard. I ’ m ready for her.
    I squeeze her hand and bring her
fingers to my mouth. I flick my tongue to her middle and ring fingers, tasting
some of the familiar flavor I had been missing.
    “ Fuck, ” I growl. “ You were touching yourself,
sweetie. ”
    “ Shut
up. I ’ m so … lost …”
    Jade reaches forward and cups my
jeans. Her little hand against my big bulge. Her hand stands no chance against
me. Neither does her mouth, her pussy, her ass … anything.
    Her drunk eyes stare up at me, sad
and horny.
    “ Jesus
Christ, ” I say. “ You need to just go to bed,
sweetie. ”
    “ I
want to suck you off, ” she
says. “ I want to taste it
all again. I want to be dirty for you. ”
    Holy fucking hell.
    Under normal circumstances, she
would not have the chance to say anything else. I ’ d
just rip my cock from my pants and let her have her way. But Jade is different.
This whole thing is different.
    “ Tomorrow, ” I say. “ Right now you need sleep off the booze, sweetie.
You ’ re going to get sick.
You drank the entire bottle, didn ’ t
you? ”
    “ Yeah, ” she says. “ I don ’ t care anymore. ”
    “ I
know. This is all fucked up. I get it. But you can ’ t …”
    Her hand presses against my cock. I
step a little more toward her. Her hand rubbing hard. My cock is twisted and
bent in my jeans, aching to be free. I look down and watch her fingers start to
tug at my zipper.
    I grit my teeth and hate myself for
what I ’ m going to do next.
    My hand clamps down hard on Jade ’ s wrist. I push her away as I
stare into her eyes.
    We ’ re
fucking burning for each other. There ’ s
a connection there and I can ’ t
figure out what the fuck it is.
    “ Fuck,
Jade …”
    “ Do
that. Fuck Jade . Yes. Do it. ”
    “ You ’ re drunk, sweetie. You ’ re going to regret …”
    “ I
don ’ t care! ” she yells. “ You fucked me once! Do it again! ”
    I drop to one knee before her,
still holding her wrist. “ Hey,
I ’ m game for anything wild.
But you keep yelling … and
they ’ re going to come up
here and find us like this. You stinking of vodka and pussy. And me rock hard
and pissed off. ”
    “ Good. ”
    Jade opens her mouth and put my
hand over it. Her scream is muffled. She twists her head and then fucking bites
at me. I pull my hand away and she tries to scream again. I let her wrist go
and have no choice but to grab her by the back of the neck and pull her in for
a kiss.
    She screams into my mouth a split
second before our tongues touch.
    I have to stop this from happening.
    There ’ s
no way in hell …

 
    10.
     
    (Jade)
     
    What the fuck am I
doing?
    I know exactly what I ’ m doing. Sort of. My brain is
screaming for more while my head is spinning. The small bottle of vodka is
definitely doing the trick here. It ’ s
got me not thinking about my father, Rebecca, and this fucked up thing my
father insists is a family. It also has me letting my guard down for Jake … and with Jake.
    The asshole is kissing me right now
and I ’ m loving every second
of it. The flicker of his tongue against mine. The way he ’ s breathing like he wants more.
The notion that the damn bedroom is shut, not locked, and we could easily get
caught without any kind of warning.
    But I want it. I need it.
    Hell, I was just on my bed,
touching myself. That ’ s
something I never do. Ever. But since Jake and I slept together, it ’ s all I can think about.
Wondering if it really