Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I swallow hard as I watch my sexy new stepbrother wrap his towel around his waist.
I’d like to hear more about these dark corners and wicked things, but he’s already walking toward the house.
He waits for me and I catch up with all sorts of naughty things swirling in my mind. Dirty things that you shouldn’t think about stepbrothers.
Sinful things that I shouldn’t think about Ollie.
Exciting and enticing things that I worry will never get out of my head.
What a disaster.
CHAPTER THREE
Ollie
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“Holy shit,” I mutter as I look through the kitchen windows at the beautiful goddess stepping out of the pool.
I’m standing in front of the open fridge, cool air blasting my hot skin as I watch my stunner of a stepsister walking up the steps of my mother’s inground pool.
She’s fucking gorgeous. I want her. I want her like I’ve never wanted anything before. Desperately. Irresponsibly. Dangerously.
Having her around for the next month—for the rest of my life—is going to be torture. It’s going to take every ounce of resolve I have to keep my hands off her, but I don’t have much resolve. Not much restraint. Not when it comes to her.
I wasn’t planning on this—these intense feelings, emotions, and desires. I was happily planning on welcoming Becca into the family and treating her like a sister.
I didn’t have this in mind. I’m as shocked and stunned as can be.
When I saw her walking down the beach, my heart stopped. Time crawled. It was like in a movie. Everything else drifted away until it was just her staring back at me with those amazing green eyes that felt like they were seeing me in a way that no one had before. Her gorgeous silky blonde hair was dancing in the wind and that tight little body was all awkward and stiff like she didn’t know what to do with the naughty feelings swirling through her.
My cock hardens in my bathing suit as I watch her walk up the pool steps like we’re in slow motion again. How does she keep doing that—stopping and slowing time like this? It’s like the laws of the universe don’t apply to a goddess like her. She’s above them all. She’s above everything as far as I’m concerned.
She slides her hands through her wet hair, slicking it back as water runs down the slender curve of her neck. I’m practically panting with my dick ragingly hard as I watch those drops of water slide down her chest and onto her perky little breasts. Her nipples are so hard that the tempting, sexy shape of them are visible through her light blue bikini top.
Fuck, I need her. I gotta have her. Every fucking inch of her.
It’s already driving me crazy. The intense need is burning through me so hot that I’m dying without her. I feel like I’m losing my mind.
This girl is my stepsister. I have to keep reminding myself of that inconvenient fact.
I’ll keep away from her. I’ll keep this platonic. I won’t go there. Never.
But even as I say it in my head, I know that none of it is true. I’m fixated on her as she walks over to her seat and grabs her towel. My hungry eyes are locked on her ass in those sexy bikini bottoms. The cut is arched high enough that I can see that she’s got a perfect ass and delectable thighs. I just want to kneel behind her, rip those bottoms down, grab those cheeks, spread them, and dive into the wet delicious pink I know she’s got waiting for me.
There’s no way I’ll be able to keep my hands off this girl. Step-siblings or not, she’s mine.
I’m twenty-four and have been waiting my whole life for a girl like her to come along. A girl that can light my fire. That really gets me going.
So far, I hadn’t met that girl until Becca came strolling down the beach into my life like a goddamn wrecking ball.
I knew in that instant she was the one I was going to lose my virginity to. I was done waiting for the right girl because she had suddenly appeared.
Rushed footsteps come echoing down the hall. I quickly and quietly close the refrigerator and hide in the dining room.
I hear the fridge door open, so I peek inside.
My new stepfather is in his underwear and out of breath as he grabs the jug of orange juice, screws off the top, puts it to his mouth, and chugs half of it.
With a deep breath, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, puts the orange juice back, and hurries back down the hall.
Instead of thinking about what he’s doing to my mom, I focus on his daughter instead. She’s got me so distracted, I forgot what I was in here for.