Free Stepbrother Temptation: First Time by Anita Lawless Page A

Alex came over with a U-HAUL trailer and loaded it up for me and Mom. My tongue practically hung out of my mouth as I watched Alex working with his dad. His tight white tank top clung to his rippling muscles. As the day wore on, it stuck to his sweat soaked skin and showed me everything. I closed my eyes and pictured licking his tiny pink nipples through that soft fabric. It almost made me moan out loud.
    “You daydreaming when you should be working, Serena?” he teased.
    My eyes fluttered open and heat crept up the back of my neck. “Ahh…no…yes…kinda.” I bit my lip to stop the words tumbling from my mouth.
    That killer smile stretched across his face. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face and I almost died right there. A maddening tingle spread between my legs. I wanted him to satisfy that itch.
    “Must’ve been something naughty. Your ears are bright red.”
    I couldn’t answer that. My throat closed off and I had to look away. I was afraid the lust in my gaze would give me away.
    He chuckled then went to grab another box. Good. I could breathe again.
    David owned a luxurious home in what my Granny Porter used to call Snobsville, meaning only the rich in our small town could live there. His house was a two story rancher with big white columns out front. Its exterior was part brick, part white siding. Just thinking about living there gave me goose bumps for more than one reason. Mom and I had lived in a tiny eight hundred square foot home for all of my life. Granny Porter had willed it to us, and when she’d still been alive, she and I had shared a bedroom. For the first time ever, I’d have my very own room. A luxury I’d never dreamed of before.
    I’d picked it out a couple days ago, when Mom brought me over to see the place for the first time. Sure, I’d been there before when I tutored Alex, but I’d never been in every room of the house. The bedroom I picked out was bigger than the kitchen in our old place. My jaw dropped as Mom showed me through the lavish great room, amazing kitchen with real oak cabinets, and the opulent main bathroom with Jacuzzi tub. I even had my own bathroom in my bedroom!
    And, of course, I picked the bedroom right next to Alex’s. What can I say? I’m a masochist, obviously. Secretly I dreamed of catching sneak peeks of him in his underwear. Just the thought made my sex throb and I nearly swooned. I squeezed my legs together as Alex carried a box up the stairs for me, but that didn’t help alleviate the tension down below.
    “Where do you want this one?”
    I watched his muscles strain under the weight of the heavy box. God, I’d never been so jealous of cardboard.
    Shaking my head, I scattered my erotic daze. “Over by the nightstand,” I croaked.
    As he went to set it down, the carton tumbled from his grip and the contents scattered over the floor. My bright pink body wand hit the base of the nightstand with a loud thump.
    Pleasedon’tlethimseeit! Pleasedon’tlethimseeit! Pleasedon’t—
    Alex’s eyes glued to the vibrator and my face blazed hotter than a thousand suns.
    He bent to pick it up. That sexy grin spread wide, crinkling the skin at the corners of his eyes.
    “Wellll…” He held up the sex toy and pinned me with those baby blues. “Never pegged you for the type, sis.”
    “I’m not your sister.” Lurching forward, I snatched the wand from his hand. “What, you thought I was a prude?”
    He wore a sheepish expression. “Yeah. Kinda.”
    “Geez, thanks, Alex. Some friend you are.”
    “Sorry.” He held up his hands in mock surrender, his gaze still focused on my vibrator. “You’ve got your nose buried in a book all the time, and you don’t get out much. Figured—”
    “What?” I seethed. “That a girl like me would never have a sex drive?”
    “No, no, not that.” His gentle voice smoothed my embarrassment. “I’m sorry. Nice to discover there’s more to you than that good girl routine you put on.”
    His