Free Stepbrother Needs (His Twisted Game, Book Three) by Chloe Hawk

 
 
 
 
    Stepbrother Needs   (His Twisted Game, Book Three)
    By Chloe Hawk

 
    Copyright 2015, Chloe Hawk, all rights
reserved.   Any resemblance to any
persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.   All characters depicted in this book are eighteen years of
age or older.

 
 
 
 
    COLE

 
 
    I couldn’t concentrate on anything but
her.
    Her hair, her smile, her soft skin and
the curve of her hips.   Those big tits and
that tight little ass, shown off in a dress that was too small for her.   She was driving me insane – so
insane that I’d had to take her in the closet, let her know she was mine if I
wanted.  
    Her pussy had been warm and wet,
stretching out around me as I fucked her with my fingers.   The head of my dick would have been
better, and I imagined what it would feel like, sliding into my stepsister’s
tight little hole.  
    My cock twitched in my pants.   I shouldn’t have pulled her into that
closet, shouldn’t have made her come like that on my fingers.   But I couldn’t handle seeing her with that
asshole Ruskin.   He was a douchebag .   And
Avery was mine.
    But
she’s not yours, Cole.   She can
never be yours.
    “Cole!” Kalia practically yelled in my
face.   “Are you even listening to me?”
    “Of course,” I lied.   I wasn’t listening to her.   I couldn’t focus on anything but Avery.   She was over in the corner talking
to Jeffrey Adams now, although there were so many
people in the room I couldn’t get a good look at them.   It made me anxious as fuck when I
couldn’t see Avery, even more so when she was talking to another man.
    I took a swig of the drink in my hand and
wondered how long I should let them talk before I went over there and punched
him out.
    “And you have nothing to say?” Kalia
demanded.    She was wearing a
long black and gold dress, her blonde hair pulled back from her face to show
off her bright blue eyes and delicate features.    Every man who walked by stared at her, that’s how
beautiful she was.
    I’d fucked her the first night I’d met
her, and any time I’d wanted since.   I could leave with her right now if I wanted, take her to my apartment,
or to hers, and screw her all night.   But ever since my stepsister had come back into my life, Kalia did
nothing for me.   No one did.   Except for Avery.
      “Nothing to say about what?” I asked Kalia, stalling for
time.   The crowd across the room
parted a bit, and I watched as Jeffrey leaned in and whispered something to
Avery.   My hand tightened around my
drink.   I didn’t like him getting
so close to her.  
    “Cole!” Kalia raged.  
    I sighed, annoyed that I was being forced
to deal with this.   Sleeping with
my assistant had been a bad idea, especially with my tendency to get bored of
women so easily.   And although I
hadn’t made Kalia any promises, she obviously hadn’t understood.    I hadn’t even invited her here.
She’d shown up unannounced, claiming she saw it on my schedule and just assumed
she’d be needed.   She wasn’t
completely wrong – usually I would have asked her to accompany me, but
I’d brought Avery instead.  
    “What?”
    “You’re not listening to me.”
    Yeah,
no shit.   “I am listening.”   I wondered if I was going to have to
fire her.   It would be a
shame.   She was a good assistant.
    “Then can you please answer my question?”
    “Can you please repeat it?”  
    “I said are you coming over tonight?”
    “No.”   Jeffrey was leaning in even further now, and I watched his
eyes roaming over Avery’s tits.   I
shouldn’t have let her wear that dress out of the house.   But I liked looking at her in it.   My cock twitched again, thinking about
how it would feel to fuck those tits, to shoot a nice load of cum all over her
nipples.  
    “Why not?” Kalia demanded.
    “Because.”   I was through making excuses.   Excuses would just prolong the inevitable truth -- that I was done with