Free Mistake: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance by Lauren Landish Page A

almost fled to his room. I sat there in the glow of the computer screen until his screen saver kicked in before pushing off the sofa and heading for my bedroom. I paused in the middle of the living room, thinking of going to Julian's room, but I decided to get some shut eye instead. Maybe the light of day would make things feel less weird.
    Twenty minutes later however, I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. My body just wouldn't calm down, and I knew what it wanted. It had been a long time, too long really, since I'd had a man share my bed, and the last one had been pretty so-so. Lying on the sofa against Julian, my body was reminding me that while my culinary career was skyrocketing, my love life was going down in flames. It ached for intimacy, it needed release.
    But he was my stepbrother! I mean, Mom and John are some pretty openminded people, but could they understand that? Besides that, Julian's reputation, and the fact he had been pretty much an asshole for most of his life were not in his favor. Then again, it was hard not to be drawn to his body.
    It was a hell of a time for my memory to start arguing with me. His intentions were good this time.... Don't tell me he doesn't push some buttons physically for you.... if I didn't know better, he sounded like he has a crush on you, babe.....
    Finally, my body's need took over from my logical mind. I mean, what harm was there in some fantasy, right? I let my hand drift over my breasts, and my thighs parted just a bit under my blanket. I normally wear only a t-shirt and panties to bed, and my nipples were already tingling when my fingers brushed over them through the t-shirt. I bit my lip to contain the moan I wanted to make, knowing that while my apartment may have been larger than most of the ones in my building, it wasn't that far from my room to where I knew Julian was sleeping, all two hundred and ten solid pounds of him. My memory kicked in again to that first night we'd met, and I'd come into his room at Castelbon Manor, waking him up from his nap. His cock had been stiff under his shorts, and looked huge, massive and thick. The idea of such a cock against my body, or better yet inside me, sent warm heat through my thighs, to center on my rapidly moistening pussy. Thinking of what he could do to me with that massive cock of his had me hotter than I’d ever been in my life.
    I stroked and cupped my breasts, letting my fingers massage the large mounds. I've always been proud of them, they're one of my best features, with light brown nipples that come up to tips about the size of a pencil eraser. Lifting my t-shirt, I freed them to the cool night air, both of them hard and needing some release. I bent my head down and sucked on my own nipple, licking and scraping my teeth around the firm button. In my mind, it was Julian sucking and kneeding my nipple, sending electric sparks shooting from my breasts to gather at my stomach. I kept it up until I had to throw my head back, sucking in air deeply to avoid making any other noise. My hands took over on their own, reaching down and rubbing the panty covered wetness.
    Rubbing in small circles, I let my first three fingers play over the cotton of my panties. Yes, I'm a good girl and I wear cotton panties most of the time, okay? The cotton clung to my lips as the moisture soaked in, and I could feel delicious amounts of friction with every rotation of my fingers. I was getting close to climaxing, and I hadn't even penetrated myself yet. Pulling my hand back, I took another hopefully quiet breath before pushing my panties down to my ankles.
    Letting my knees splay apart, in my mind I could see Julian between my legs, smiling at me with a look that was a lot like his cocky grin he'd shown me so many times before, but this time different. The asshole was gone, and the cockiness was just a simple mix of eagerness, affection, and confidence that he could make me feel like heaven itself was coming through for me. His fingers