Infatuation:A Rebel Stepbrother Romance(8)By: Phoenyx Slaughter
“I always knew you would.”
He lifts me, wrapping my legs around his hips and cradling me against his hard chest. His hands slide down, gripping my ass. Our tongues glide together. The taste of him brings back both sweet and awful memories.
“Ella, forget about our family.”
I move in to kiss him again. I don’t want to hear more excuses. His mouth moves over my jaw, nuzzling and kissing down my neck. He easily nudges my bathing suit straps to the side.
One hand slides up, freeing my breasts. His thumb rubs over one nipple until it’s an aching point, then he sucks it into his mouth, lashing his tongue back and forth. The hot wetness of his mouth makes me gasp.
This is so wrong.
My fingers clutch a handful of his hair, pulling him away. Sharp teeth graze my nipple in warning, but I have to ask my question.
“Are we doing this for real?”
His lips brush my ear as he leans in. “I’ve got you pinned to the wall, your swimsuit half-off and your tits in my hands, so yeah, I think we’re doing this, lil’ sister.”
It’s like pouring ice water on my crotch. “Ugh, stop calling me that.”
The corner of his mouth pulls into a smirk. “Why? The forbidden makes it hotter.”
I press my hands against his shoulders—his rock hard, broad shoulders—and shove. Why bother? It’s impossible to move him.
“Yeah, well it makes my vagina dry as a desert when you say it.”
I should’ve known he’d take that as a challenge.
“Oh, my sweet lil’ Ella, I doubt that very much.”
This needs to happen. I’ve never gotten Ella out of my system. But I also need to explain things better to her.
And then someone knocks on our door. Again.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding.
It’s awkward since we’re standing right up against the damn door.
Ella’s big, blue eyes stare up at me in fear. She’s so sweet. Too damn sweet for me. Gently, I set her down and help her fix her bathing suit. Since my dick’s harder than a sledgehammer, I step into the bathroom and let her open the door.
We’re stuck sharing a room together, yet so far it’s been impossible to enjoy it.
Stu’s voice comes through loud and clear. Once my dick’s under control, I step out and join them.
“What’s up, bro!”
I haven’t seen him in forever, so we slap each other’s backs. I offer my congratulations and silently will him to leave.
But no, we’ve got bachelor party shenanigans to take care of tonight.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Ella gathering clothes and heading for the bathroom. I reach out and snag her hand. “We’re not done talking.”
The way she trembles gets my dick all excited again, so I let her go. She closes the door with a soft click.
Stu raises an eyebrow at me. “Everything cool?”
“Yeah, just got stuck sharing a room together. It’ll be fine.”
“I hear Lena’s looking for a roomie,” he says, waggling his eyebrows.
“Fuck that. I’d rather sleep on a bench on the boardwalk.”
“Can’t blame you there.”
Ella walks back out fully dressed.
“We’ll talk after the rehearsal dinner, buddy,” Stu says, slapping me on the back.
I shut the door quietly, then turn and face Ella. “Take your clothes off.”
“Ella, you have me worked up. We need to finish what we started.”
She props her hands on her hips and stares at me. “No. Maybe us getting interrupted all the time is a sign that this is a bad idea.”
I know her well enough to know she’s not only referring to today’s interruptions.
Her mouth turns down and I’m distracted. My cock swells, thinking about her fuckable lips giving it a hug.