Free Hard: A Step-Brother Romance by Sosie Frost

offered my half of the house
just to look at that tight little pussy once more.
    My
jeans dug into my cock. It wasn’t the pressure I wanted. Shay licked her lips.
She got flustered when she realized she was staring.
    My growl
reserved for her and her alone. “You know you have nothing to fear around me.”
    “I’m
sharing a house with a perfect stranger. It’s wise to be careful.”
    “Then
let me put your concerns to rest.” My smile wasn’t meant to charm her. It was
as much of a warning as my throbbing cock allowed. “I’m not someone you run
from. You’re gonna come to me. Just say the word, and I swear, not an inch of
your beautiful body would regret climbing into my bed.”
    “You’re
one cocky son of a bitch.”
    “When
you have a cock like mine, you get to be a bastard.”
    She
didn’t argue. Couldn’t argue. She knew I was right. She remembered how it
pounded within her, how every frantic thrust and deliberate slam was meant to
earn a not-so-innocent mew from her trembling lips.
    And
that was the way it should have been. None of this but you’ve been my step-brother
for a couple days bullshit. Not the territorial fear that somehow I conned
her family out of millions.
    It wasn’t
sex between us. It was something addicting.
    Life-affirming.
    Ball-fucking-shattering.
    And
I knew she felt it too. She tried to shy away from me. She faced me only after
building her defenses. I’d strip them as easily as her respectable little
blouse and skirt.
    She couldn’t
fool me. I saw what she hid in her panty drawer. Beneath the conservative
shirts and thigh-hugging skirts, Shay expressed herself with thongs, lace, and
ribbons. Dozens of colors. A handful of designs.
    Just
waiting for the right man to lay her down, nip the elastic, and drag that silk
over the dark paradise that crested between her legs.
    “You
believe me now?” I chuckled through a husky command. “You’ve got nothing to
fear sharing a house with me.”
    She
licked her lips. “I have everything to fear.”
    “Like
what?”
    “Like
why you’re looking at me like that.”
    She was
lucky I was only looking. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
    “At
least in this port.”
    “I’ve
been around the world, baby. Searched high and low for a perfect face, perfect
tits, perfect pussy.”
    She
arched her eyebrow. “Haven’t looked in the branches of the family tree then?”
    “Climb
in deep enough and no one would ever see us.”
    “And
that’s why I don’t trust you.”
    I
laughed. “No one said anything about trust. But don’t worry. I’m not coming
after you.” I lured her closer with a smirk. “Not when you’ll come to me.”
    “Unlikely.
I’ll be too comfortable sleeping in this bed.”
    “You
want it?” I extended my arms. “Come and get it.”
    She
took the bait. Shay grabbed my hand and tugged, unsuccessfully pulling me from
the bed. I resisted only enough to toss her off-balance. She tumbled forward,
falling into my arms.
    Then
I did what every red-blooded American patriot would do.
    I
tucked her under me, wrapped one hand in her hair while the other caressed her
cheek, and I lowered my lips to hers.
    What
she squealed in protest silenced with the flick of my tongue against hers.
Shay’s full, perfect lips surrendered within moments, softening and nibbling
with the intensity of my kiss. I devoured her, worshiped her, and promised to
replicate every single flick, bite, and suck on her other, equally-deserving
areas.
    I
wanted more than a kiss.
    I needed more than a kiss.
    Christ,
after everything I had gone through—the injuries and recoveries, dealing with
Mom’s bullshit, hiding her cocaine-induced death that the cops kept silent out of
respect for the family’s money—I deserved more than R&R. T&A was more
like it, and the only one I wanted to recuperate with was Shay.
    She
warmed beneath me. I broke my hold on her lips to kiss the cocoa perfection of
her neck. I nibbled over the delicate hollow at