Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Taking in a deep breath, I pull out of her and help her stand. Turning her around, I move the wet hair from her face and look into her heavy eyes, softly cupping her cheek. I lean down and kiss her, taking what little breath she has away.
My heart is pounding, my pulse racing, and I have the urge to force her under the water and watch her gasp for breath while it covers her pretty face.
I hate this woman so goddamn much. At least I thought I did. Now, I’m not so sure what I feel. I went public with us and what we do. She’ll no longer be seen as my stepsister. Now everyone who watches the tape knows we fuck and that she belongs to me.
She pulls away from the kiss and opens her eyes to look up at me. I run my knuckles down the side of her cheek, and I see the regret written all over her face from what we just did. We haven’t slept together since the night I recorded us six weeks ago. She’s kept her distance from the guys and me. I’ve been too busy to chase her down, but things with her and Nate have gone on long enough. It was time to step in. It’s the longest relationship I’ve allowed her to have.
She pulls away from me, and I let her get out of the shower. Running my hands over the glass, I clear the fog, and I watch as she runs out of her bathroom with the towel wrapped around her, not even bothering to dry off with it.
Leaning up against the wall, I close my eyes because of the sprayer and run my hands through my dark hair, shoving it off my forehead. Now I’m more determined than ever to make sure her boyfriend sees that tape of us together. It’s going to happen one way or another. “I’m not even sorry, princess,” I whisper, pushing away from the wall and turning off the water.
Stepping out of the shower, I see her lipstick on the counter and pick it up, chuckling. “You just thought you hated me.”
CHAPTER THREE
RAYLEE
I WAKE UP and stretch out my sore body, and I freeze when I hear movement behind me. Fuck, I forgot that Nate came over. I can feel how wet my underwear is from what Colt and I did in the shower just a few hours ago.
Deciding I can’t fake being asleep forever, I slowly roll over to see Nate standing up and pulling his shirt on, buttoning it up before running his hands through his dark shaggy hair.
“Morning,” I say softly, gauging his mood after what he saw last night.
Placing his hands on the bed, he leans over and kisses me on the forehead. “Good morning. Sorry but I have to run.”
I let out the breath I was holding. “You’re fine.” Thank God.
“I’ve got to find my phone.” He frowns, yanking his slacks on and then patting down his pockets like he did last night as if it’s going to magically appear.
Not if I have anything to do with it.
I crawl out of bed and throw on an oversized T-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. Then I enter my bathroom through the adjoining door. Walking in, I gasp at what I see written across the full length of my mirror in red lipstick.
How’d I taste?
My pulse starts to race. “That fucker!”
“Is your car unlocked?” I hear Nate call out.
I grab the makeup remover, unscrewing the lid so quickly it falls to the floor, and I pour the bottle on the mirror and then run my hands through it, thinking that’ll make it disappear. “No.” I lie, my voice cracking on the single word. Of course, it’s unlocked. I even left my trunk open last night.
“Where are your keys?”
I turn on the faucet and cup the water, splashing the mirror with freezing cold water. It doesn’t do any good. Goddammit!
“It’ll turn up.” I avoid his previous question, grabbing a towel and just smearing the shit worse than it already was. When that doesn’t work, I just leave it. Exiting the bathroom, I pull the door shut and meet him back in my room, trying to catch my breath while wiping my hands off on the inside of my T-shirt, hoping he doesn’t see the red lipstick on them.
“You okay?” He frowns, his brown eyes looking me over.
“Of course.” I give him a bright smile. “Let’s go downstairs and grab some breakfast.” I slide my arm through his, hoping he can’t feel my body shaking.
I’m going to kill him! I knew Colt was up to something last night. Even he can’t be that relaxed after what I did to his car. He had a plan, and I fell right into it.