Infatuation:A Rebel Stepbrother Romance(7)

By: Phoenyx Slaughter


As usual, she stuns me. I stop and stare at her profile. She’s always been pretty, my little Ella. Her thick, shiny, long blonde hair has mesmerized me since we met at age thirteen. I’ve known her long enough to know it’s natural. It fluctuates from almost white-blonde in the summer to a honey shade in the winter.

Only once did I have the pleasure of waking up with it spilling over my pillow.

I want to remedy that situation this weekend. We’re not kids anymore. There’s no reason we can’t be together. If our parents don’t like it, tough shit.

If Ella can handle me, and I’m not so sure she can.

A few seconds later, I’m seeing red. Some motherfucker I’ve never seen before has his hand on her arm, chatting her up.

What the fuck?

Nope. No fucking way. Ella’s mine.

Throwing on my cocky-asshole face, I stroll up and place a hand around her waist, deliberately playing with the tie of her beach cover-up. “Hey, lil’ sis, I’ve been looking for you.”

Oh, man. If looks could maim, I’d be nursing a punch to the balls right about now.

“I’m sorry, Calvin. This is my stepbrother, Flynn.” She introduces us and then slaps my hand off her hip. “Flynn, this is Stu’s cousin, Calvin.”

“Nice to meet you,” Calvin says, extending his hand for a shake. I give him a hearty hand slap and glance down at Ella.

“I’m heading up to our room, babe. You coming?”

Her face turns crimson, the color traveling down her chest.

“No.”

“That’s okay, Ella. I need to catch up with Stu about some stuff for the bachelor party later.”

“Okay.”

After he leaves, she turns and marches up the stairs without giving me another glance. I enjoy the view for a second before following.

She almost slams the door in my face, but I slap my hand against it, easily pushing my way in.

“What the hell was that?” she explodes as soon as we’re alone.

I open my mouth to ask what she’s talking about, but she cuts me off. “Don’t try to play innocent. You deliberately embarrassed me. Why?”

“I don’t like you flirting with other men.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re mine.”

“I’m not yours,” she whispers.

I back her up against the door.

“See, there’s where you’re wrong.”





Chapter Four



I need to put distance between us. Because right now, I can’t decide if I want to punch Flynn or fuck him.

Except, there’s nowhere to go. Everything inside me screams in frustration. He’s got me backed up against the door. Caging me in with his beautiful arms. Tattoos and muscles on display.

Normally, we would have lost our nerve and gone our separate ways by now. Not this time. No, he’s staring at me as if he wants something he knows damn well he shouldn’t have. Can’t have. His eyes roam over my body and his breathing picks up. Words need to be said, but instead he’s quiet.

My tongue darts out to wet my lips, and his eyes follow the movement. Before I lose my nerve, I ask, “Do you want me?”

He closes his eyes for a second. Avoiding me. Avoiding my question.

“So much it kills me, Ella. I’m tired of pretending. We’re adults. There’s nothing our parents can do to us now.” The words come out like a caress, touching every part of my body. I hate that I still respond to him this way.

“We’re all grown up now, Ella,” he whispers while tracing his fingers down my cheek.

“It doesn’t matter. Your father will ruin you.”

A smile plays at the corners of his mouth. There’s something he’s not telling me.

I don’t have a chance to ask.

His lips brush against mine, soft at first. My arms wrap around his shoulders and my fingers dig into his ebony hair. “I like the longer hair.”

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