Free Hunger (A Stepbrother Romance Novel) by Arabella Abbing Page A

heard him let out of soft moan of pleasure. The hand he used to guide me to him was now resting on his hip and I looked up at it, noticing his knuckles were white from the fist he was making.
    “Is this okay?” I asked, looking up to his face with uncertainty.
    “Yeah,” he breathed out. “Y-Yeah, it’s fine.”
    I nodded and returned my attention down to his cock. “It feels really big,” I said honestly, a little surprised at the size of it. I thought most men were a lot smaller than this. “And it’s... warm. Like, there’s a lot of heat coming from it.”
    Luke groaned, his hips bucking against my hand in an attempt to gain more friction. “Do you... I mean, you can — If you want—”
    Somehow, I understood what he was trying to imply. I let go of his cock and reached my hand to the waistband of his underwear, looking up at him for confirmation that this was what he meant. He gave me a jerky nod and watched as I pulled the elastic away enough to slip my hand into his boxer briefs.
    “Oh,” I gasped when I felt it. I touched the head of it with my thumb, marveling at the silky smoothness then gasping again when I felt precum leaking out of the slit. I smoothed it around the head, then to the underside of it.
    “Oh fuck ,” Luke choked out.
    I couldn’t deny the fact that I had done that move on purpose. Daniel told me a long time ago to pay special attention to the area right under the head of a man’s cock and now I knew his advice was solid.
    Rock solid. Like hot steel.
    “You—Jenna, you have to stop,” Luke growled, gripping my wrist tightly and pulling my hand out of his underwear.
    “Did I do something wrong?” I asked, my nerves shot to hell as he rolled off the bed and jerkily started pulling his jeans on.
    “No. No, I did. I shouldn’t have— fucking hell ,” he cursed as he ran his hand through his hair. “Tell Daniel I called the game off. I’ll be the chicken for the night.”
    Before I could voice my protest, he lifted his shirt from the floor and stormed out of the room, leaving me wondering what the hell I could’ve done to prevent him leaving in such a rush.
    Perhaps if you hadn’t felt up his dick, he wouldn’t have left.
    I huffed and sat back, waiting for Daniel to come back and inevitably question what the hell happened. Even though I felt bad for chasing Luke away, I couldn’t shake the lust and happiness I got from finally touching a cock. And it was even better because it was Luke’s cock.
    When Daniel got back, he did question me. On why Luke left, on what happened between us, then about the size of his cock. After I explained the course of events and what was said, he nodded solemnly.
    “It looks like phase three is a go. We’ll put it into motion tomorrow and that should be all he can stand.”
    “What the hell is phase three?” I demanded, getting irritated at the secrecy considering I was the one who was going to have to do whatever came next.
    Daniel looked at me seriously. “We make him jealous.”
    ~*~*~
     

Chapter Nine
     
    Phase three was a go the next morning. The plan was simple.
    Last night after Luke walked out, Daniel called a friend of his to arrange a date. His friend was a guy named Greg—a college-aged guy that Daniel had hooked up with a couple of times. He said that Greg owed him a favor and the guy had readily agreed to pose as my ‘date’ with no questions asked.
    I swear, Daniel will rule the world one day.
    He had left a little while earlier after a rather awkward dance between him, Luke, and me in the kitchen this morning. We were all waiting on the coffee to brew and Luke and I were pointedly ignoring each other as Daniel acted as a sort of buffer.
    After he left, I hid in my room. I was just waiting for six o’clock, when Clara would come to my room and tell me dinner was ready, and I would tell her I had a date coming to pick me up.
    According to Daniel, the pieces would all fall into place from there.
    And they did. Just as