Free CUZ: Billionaire Stepbrother Romance by Brandi Louis

now.”
    “They took my fucking money,” he said. “I got kicked out of the hotel.”
    I sat up on the couch. “Where are you at?”
    “Some motel. I’m okay for the rest of the week, I guess, but they want me to promise never to see you again.”
    “This is so fucked up,” I said.
    “Right?”
    “Do you want to come over?”
    He fell silent.
    “You there?”
    “Yeah, I’m just thinking.”
    “Don’t think too much,” I said. “That’s my thing.”
    “Fine. You have any liquor?”
    “I have some tequila in the cupboard, I think.”
    “Get it out. I’ll be over in ten minutes.”
    He disconnected the call. I put my phone on the coffee table and scanned the room. Fuck it, I thought at the few piles of newspapers and other assorted mess that had accumulated over the last couple days. I went into the kitchen and pulled out the half-full bottle of cheap tequila. If he complains, I’m going to yell at him , I thought as I brought it back into the living room.
    After I retrieved two glassed for us, I heard a knock on my door.
    “Come in, it’s open,” I called, looking in that direction.
    It opened, and he walked in, looking ragged and tired.
    “You’re not looking so hot,” I said.
    “You never mince words, do you? Have that tequila?”
    “Yeah,” I said, nodding my head toward the couch.
    We sat on opposite ends of the couch. He picked up the bottle, examining it.
    “Don’t say it’s too cheap,” I warned.
    “It doesn’t matter anymore,” he said, pouring himself a drink. “You want one?”
    “Please.”
    He poured me one as well. I took it and held it out toward him. We clinked the glasses together then drank.
    “That’s rough,” I said.
    “It’s fine. I’m going to have to get used to it.”
    “Why haven’t you disowned me and gotten your money back?” I asked.
    His beautiful hazel eyes gazed into mine. “I love you, Ash.”
    The words fell from his lips through the air to my ears like an angel singing.
    “Get over here,” I said, motioning with my hand.
    He set his glass on the coffee table and scooted over. We met in the middle of the couch, our arms wrapping around each other. I tilted my head to the side slightly. Time slowed. It wasn’t our first kiss, but I could already tell it was going to be a special one. When our lips met, my toes tingled. Electricity shot through my entire body.
    I opened my mouth. His tongue slid in, swirling around forcefully. All our problems floated away as we kissed passionately. The only thing that mattered in that moment was our pleasure, making our bodies become one. He reached under my shirt and went for my left breast. I sighed as he squeezed it, playing with the nipple.
    At the same time, I grabbed his crotch, feeling the outline of his cock through his jeans. I fumbled with his zipper as he pulled my shirt up. His smell hit me suddenly. I stopped messing with his pants and raised my hands in the air. He pulled the shirt off, exposing my bare breasts. I wrapped my hands around his back as he bent forward and took one nipple into his mouth.
    He swirled his tongue around the sensitive, dark nipple. It got hard as he manipulated. A moment later, he moved to the other one. I scratched his back gently, wanting even more. As if he could read my mind, his kisses moved lower, covering my stomach. I sat back on the couch as his lips brushed against my skin, lower and lower. Do it! I thought.
    As he grabbed the waist of my sweat pants and pulled them down, I lifted my hips off the couch. He took them off completely. Before he could get to my panties, I leaned forward and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. He raised his arms into the air, and I pulled it off him. His hot, hard chest beckoned to me. I bent forward even more and nibbled at one of his nipples.
    When I pulled back and smiled at him, I saw that familiar hunger in his eyes, a look I’d seen so many times before. He acted, pushing me back on the couch. I spread my legs wide as he ran his