Step-Savage (Wanting What’s Wrong #6) Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Sports, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Wanting What's Wrong Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
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He scratches the back of his neck with fingers that only heroes are allowed to have.

“Hey!” The tow-truck driver stands, the chains in his hands dangling forgotten as he nods toward my stepbrother. “Savage! Man!” He swivels his head around as though there is a crowd he’s addressing. “It’s Savage!”

“Hi.” He nods toward the driver. “Just, hold on there, bud, okay? Don’t hook her up yet. Call it a favor, for me.” He extends his arm from his chest adding a little Godfather style sniff.

The burly driver drops the chains, holding his hands up, palms forward. “I don’t even know why I’m here.”

James nods, giving him a thumbs up, then exhales, crossing his thick arms and steps toward the cop.

A low punch hits me in the gut from inside, reminding me I’m carrying another man’s child while lust flows through me like forbidden lava.

Why is it the first man that brings my sexuality online has to be my stepbrother?

I think that’s why Mason and I got along so well. He had no interest in girls and I had no interest in boys. For a year there, we sort of thought maybe it was that we were both gay, or non-binary or just slow on the uptake as far as romantically aligned feelings.

I stayed in that lane, but as Mason grew his net worth, suddenly he was offered a buffet of delectable females of the caliber I guess he never imagined would be on the menu for a guy like him. But after a few failures, he noticed it wasn’t their affection and love that brought them to him, it was his money.

Me? I was a total flat line.

That is, until now.

Right. Now.

James leans in to talk to the female officer, his voice a low murmur as I scan the back view of my new stepbrother that awakens a throbbing down in my core. Even though a part of me worries whether the officer might say something about the desperate pregnant lady with the cat, the lust is stronger than my anxiety.

God, he’s beyond incredible. The black t-shirt stretches across his back, showing the movement of muscles underneath as he runs a hand up and down his torso. Bulges under the skin of his arms move like a languid symphony of masculinity and his thick thighs lock, making the cheeks of his butt flex under his loose blue jeans.

He’s got the officer eating out of his hand. She’s punching keys on the ticket device, then, looking frustrated, she flips it over and pops open the back, snapping a battery pack off. With a complicit feminine grin and a cock of her hip, she joins in James’s antics as he makes prayer hands then jerks his head back toward me.

His smile fades as our eyes meet, like I’ve disappointed him somehow. He’s the definition of power, not only his height but the taper of his torso down to his hips and the way his jaw locks as the sink holes of darkness under his heavy brow narrow.

I’m sweating like I’m in a Swedish sauna, despite the chill in the swirling wind that’s tossing my hair across my face as I sputter and spit it from my gaping mouth.

James and the tow truck driver exchange man-speak, then he signs a piece of paper the driver rushes and pulls from his truck. There’s a selfie, then a handshake and by now, the cop has driven by me in the little traffic scooter without a look.

Then, it’s the moment of truth. One that I was dreading earlier today, but now, I’d give my right kidney to avoid.

“Well, that’s one way to meet my new sister.”

“Yeah…” It’s all my brain can muster.

Silence mingles in the air as things are quivering and clenching below my belly button.

“Okay, well, sis…” he says with an upward tick of the corner of his lips and I want to write a new song about the things his eyes and his lips are doing to me. “Not how I excepted us to meet, but, I guess I’ll see you back at the house for the celebration of us becoming family.”

Sis. Family.

I gather the handful of brain cells still left firing and will my feet to move toward my car, fishing the keys out of my backpack as the tow truck driver secures his chains. I sink into the driver’s seat of my Bug and push in the clutch.

I force a tight smile to my lips and turn the key.

Click. Click.

No. No, no, no.

Again.

Click. Click.

Then, there’s a thick smell of gasoline.

James sidesteps, reaching in and tugging me out of the car, then snaps his tongue over his sexy teeth.

He cocks his head toward the truck, then lifts two fingers to his lips, slipping them between to whistle.

“Hey, gonna need that tow after all.” He nods toward my car waving the driver back over. “Take it to Lucky’s on Middle Rd and Forth. Tell Mike I sent it and to do whatever it needs and call me when it’s done.”


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