Free Hard: A Step-Brother Romance by Sosie Frost Page A

the base of her throat.
    She
had liked that before.
    She
shivered.
    She
still did.
    Shay
hid nothing from me, not while she writhed in full-body shudders from just the
barest hint of my touch.
    And I
planned to do much more than touch.
    I
gripped her hips, hard and fierce, just like before. Her low purr surged my
blood to my cock, and I pressed that promise against her.
    She
remembered that too.
    Gasped.
Scowled.
    Pushed?
    “Get
off of me.”
    Whoa .
    I
did as the lady commanded, backing away as she burst off the bed. She covered
her face, placing as much distance between her and my petty officer as she could.
    “Easy.”
I raised my hands. “What’s wrong?”
    “What’s wrong ?” Shay’s voice shrilled. “What’s wrong is that we are brother
and sister .”
    “Not…really.”
I shrugged. “Technically, I guess. Is it that big of a deal?”
    Apparently
it mattered to her. “I can’t believe I kissed you.” She glanced down. “You
unbuttoned my shirt ? How! When?”
    I
wiggled my fingers, catching a glimpse of a lacey bra stacked with cocoa
secrets. “It’s a talent.”
    “Oh
my God !” She turned to fix her blouse. “This absolutely, positively
can’t happen, Zach. It can’t. This is so wrong.”
    “Calm
down.”
    “We’re family .”
    “And
we didn’t do anything.” My throbbing cock could attest to that. “We’re fine.
Look at us. Brother and sister. Perfectly legit. Not fucking.”
    “Not
fucking. Right.”
    I’d
come just from hearing her say the word. Damn it. I hoped the mansion had the
coldest goddamned water running through its pipes. I suffered in the purest
fantasy of the press of her lips, the tightness of her slit, and the perfect
breathy gasp of her excitement.
    Shay
was worked up too, but not in the good way.
    She
paced, biting a lip swollen from my kisses and twisting her fingers in the long
curls that deserved to be spread over a pillow, not tied within a low ponytail.
I rose from the bed. I didn’t know what hurt more—my head or my fucking cock. I
grabbed my shirt and duffle bag.
    “Take
the room,” I said.
    Shay
looked at me, still panting from the breathless excitement of what almost happened.
    Should
have happened.
    Goddamn it.
    “Really?”
She said.
    “Yeah.
I don’t care where I crash. Take it.”
    She
nodded, swallowing her victory with the grace of a champion. “Thank you.”
    “Yeah,
enjoy it.” I tapped on the door frame, catching her eye with a sworn promise.
“But remember one thing.”
    She
crossed her arms. “What’s that?”
    I savored
her form one last time, searing it into a memory I’d have to use up later. “The
next time I step foot in this room, it’ll be cause you invited me. And then?” I
winked. “We won’t be getting much sleep.”

 
     
     
     
     

     
     
     
     
    “ Your
call is important to us. Please stay on the line. Did you know you can do all
your billing by e-mail? Just log into your account via the login portal— ”
    That
was it. I was done.
    A
girl could only take so many automated operators before snapping. I’d chuck the
phone in the garbage disposal. I muted the call before shouting.
     “How
in the world am I supposed to log in when I called for internet
setup!”
    Two hours on hold just to get the internet switched into my name. The damn house was too
big for one router, so we had a system of three linked up with triangulated
signals and boosters and effects straight out of Star Trek. And we still couldn’t get anything to work because nothing had transferred to my name yet.
    The ISP
was only the latest in the line of uncooperative customer service agents. The power
supplier was less than pleased by my father’s photocopied death certificate.
The gas company insinuated I lied because no one living in a thirty thousand
square foot mansion would be managing the transfer herself. And the municipality
reminded me of the nastygram in the mail. Apparently, my father built his brick
fence four inches too high and