BAD HEART: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 2) (2 page)

“
Why
don
’
t we talk?
”
Rebecca asks.
“
Keep moving and keep the night
going.
”

“
I
can handle that,
”
I say.

I grab my drink and take it with
me.

It only takes a few more sips for
me to forget about the taste of the vodka. All I know is that once it starts to
work it should chase away all thoughts of Jake.

Or get me into trouble.

__

2.

(Jake)

I put my head back and I start to come.

It feels so good to finally let go.
My cock throbbing. Lips tight around my shaft, moving up and down, taking it
all in, over and over. It
’
s
the damn longest blow job of my life. And it
’
s
not the fault of the woman on her knees before me. She worked damn hard for my
cum. She stroked, sucked, groaned with her mouth full. Hell, she did a damn
decent job at it, too.

I almost feel bad for her. Working
so hard for no fucking reason at all.

I shut my eyes and see nothing. I
used to see Jade.

In the darkness I rest. I feel the
woman on her knees still sucking, working hard for every last drop of me.

When I finally open my eyes and
look down, her eyes are strained to look at me. I touch the back of her head
and nod.

I
’
m done. Get the fuck off me.

She pulls back one last time and
her mouth pops free. She licks her lips, runs a hand through her hair, and then
smiles. Still on her knees, still trying to be seductive. She wasn
’
t even seductive in the bar.
Just sitting there with a few friends, talking and laughing. I made it clear what
I wanted and drove her back to the house to have her.

I was going to fuck her, but she
wanted to blow me.

Fine by me. Less work and I still
get to come.

I
’
m
pretty sure her name is Kate or something like it.

She runs her hands through her hair
again and then starts to stand.
“
I
can
’
t believe you live
here. This house is massive.
”

“
So
is my cock, right?
”
I ask.

She gasps.
“
Yeah
…”

“
You
want a tour? Or do you know where the front door is?
”

“
What?
”

I sit on the edge of the bed and
tuck my dick back into my jeans. I stand up and zip up. I look down at her and
raise an eyebrow.

“
What
did you think?
”
I ask.
“
You want me to buy you a meal or
something?
”

“
Are
you kidding me?
”

“
Are
you? Do I owe you money or something?
”

She climbs up from her knees and her
hand comes across my face. The slap, the sting, just another reminder that I
’
m still alive.

“
You
’
re a fucking asshole,
”
she says.
“
I thought
…”

“
What?
”
I ask.
“
That I was going to bring you back here and fuck
you? That I was going to wake up next to you and ask you to hang out? Christ,
all I had to do was tell you I wanted it and you gave it up. Please. Get out of
here.
”

Her face is in shock. She looks
ready to cry.

Maybe I should feel bad, but I don
’
t. Maybe I like seeing someone
else in a little bit of pain right now.

Her hand tries to swing at me
again. This time - to her surprise - I catch her hand. I put it at her side and
close in on her.

“
You
got me once,
”
I say,
“
we
’
re
even. It wasn
’
t even that
good.
”

She gasps again and twists her
wrist out of my grip.

She finally leaves the fucking
room, the door wide open. It
’
s
not really a maze to get out of the house, but I wait in silence for the front
door to slam hard.

She
’
ll
go to the end of the driveway and call one of her friends. She
’
ll paint me as an asshole and
that she
’
s happy we didn
’
t sleep together. She won
’
t tell anyone that she blew me
though. That would be worse than fucking me. At least if she fucked me she got
something out of it. Only in a few months, when she and her friends are drunk
and gossiping will she admit what had happened.

You
’
re welcome.

I go back to the bed and sit down
on the corner of it. I
’
m
not used to being alone so early on a night like this. I shouldn
’
t even be in the house. I was
actually told to stay away while everyone was gone. That
’
s my worth around here.

I could get in the car and go chill
with Zeke. He
’
ll have
something to drink, something to smoke, someone to fuck.

I don
’
t
even consider it. I
’
m here.
I
’
m just
…
here.

My mind waiting to relax.

They didn
’
t fucking invite me. I
’
m like the bastard
stepson, huh? Fair enough, fucking asshole. So I drink. And I drink. And I
drink. I stumble my way around and manage to get back to the house. I throw
money at the cab driver and cackle as he tries to collect it all. The second I
enter the house I hear voices. I hear a snorting laugh.

I know it
’
s Hunter laughing.

The fucking moron. I
’
ve had to shake his hand
twice. And after hearing he and Thomas talk about Jade like she
’
s property, I want to
punch them both in the face.

Hey, maybe tonight
’
s the night.

I
’
m drunk enough, I could pull it off.

Just kick open the door to the
dining room. Interrupt their fake fucking dinner and start swinging. Then grab
Jade and take her away. Tell her what they had said about her.

No, fuck that.

Why tell her?

I could just take her to her
room and fuck her. Maybe her scream my name while Rebecca is tending to Thomas
’
broken nose. Hell, I bet
Hunter would cry if I hit him.

I laugh as I walk down the hall.

I turn my head and see the
bathroom door.

A better idea strikes me.

I go into the bathroom and shut
the door. I turn on the light and look at myself in the mirror. I look like a
mess right now. But that
’
s
okay. I am a mess. A complete fucking mess. I
’
ve always been one and always will be. The
only time I hadn
’
t
felt like a complete mess was when I was with Jade.

I grab my phone.

“
Let
’
s play,
”
I whisper as grin.

My fingers go to work, sending
Jade a text.

It was in her hands now.

Either I
’
d bust
into
the dining room and ruin dinner
…
or she could come into the bathroom and let me fuck her.

I rub my face as I think about it.

It was completely stupid to do.

We had made a deal. An arrangement
that had actually started to work. We were able to tolerate each other. Yeah,
we fucking flirted, but I flirted with everyone. Each time I saw her, I thought
about my fingers digging into her sweet pussy. I thought about my tongue
lapping up her juice as she came for me. It took a while for that to start to
go away.

But I fucked up that night.

I put her on the spot and she
goddamn did what I said.

“
Fuck,
”
I groan.

I stand up and walk to the open
door.

The hallway is long and dark. It
’
s too damn quiet for me. The
sound of nothing is almost overwhelming. I now regret sending Kate home. I
could have kept her here. Played with her a little. Fucked her a lot. Let her
crash and then kick her out in the morning. Toss her a fake cell number and
never see her again.

“
Fuck,
”
I say again.

I leave the bedroom and walk down
the hall. I
’
m so far from
drunk, it
’
s actually annoying.
I
’
m sure Thomas -
my
fucking stepfather
- has some good shit stashed around the house. But I don
’
t want to drink his stuff. I
want nothing to do with that guy.

I don
’
t
even want to be here right now.

The truth is
…
the only reason I came back here tonight was to see
if Jane was back yet. They all fucking flew off to New York, including Hunter,
and nobody got in touch with me. Not even Jane. I tell myself it
’
s only because she
’
s surrounded by her father, my
mother, and Hunter.

But maybe it
’
s more.

Maybe Hunter and her
…
for real
…

I shake my head.

Why does it matter?

If she and Hunter are dating,
whatever. I
’
m just here to
watch over it all. To make sure she doesn
’
t
end up forced into anything or hurt. The only one doing the forcing is me.

I stand at her bedroom door and
slowly open it. The smell of Jade attacks me. I make fists and enter the room.
It
’
s pitch black, up until
I turn on a lamp next to the bed. The bed is perfectly made, subtle touches of
girl and woman scattered throughout the room. You can tell is the room that
’
s in her father
’
s house, right? It doesn
’
t have her complete touch or
elegance to it. I open the top drawer of her nightstand and it
’
s just junk stuff. Little notes.
Receipts. Lipgloss. Chapstick. A couple rings. A knotted necklace chain.

I shut the drawer and look around.
I remember coming into this room and finding Jane touching herself. That wild
night she was drunk. And I tasted her sweet pussy. Over and over. I ate her
good. She threw up from being drunk and I hurried to convince our parents that
she was just sick.

The chick has a stake in my heart.
And I can
’
t get it the fuck
out.

I sit down on the edge of her bed.

I try to sort it all out again, but
can
’
t figure it out. The
only thing that makes sense
…
is the last time we fucked. It was wild, hell yeah, but it was a dirty fuck. A
quick and dirty fuck.

Not the kind I wanted to leave her
with.

I look around the room one more
time and nod.

It sort of makes sense now.

I have to have her again. I have to
fuck my stepsister just one more time.

I have to have Jade.

__

3.

(Jade)

I stand outside and wait for our
car. Of course, it
’
s not a
car. It
’
s not a limo
either. That
’
s a bit
pretentious. My father
’
s
words, not mine. Instead of all that, a large SUV pulls up. The thing could
probably sit ten people comfortably, yet it
’
s
just for my father and Rebecca.

A driver rushes out and opens the
back door. Rebecca is the first to wave. She thanks everyone for coming and
then puts her fingers to lips and kisses. She waves again and disappears into
the SUV. Photographers take pictures and call out questions to my father. He
’
s been circling the party,
dropping hints at his intentions to run for office. That, and his newest
investments and ventures in business. He
’
s
smart because he now has several reporters writing several different stories
about him. They will circulate and build my father
’
s image over and over.

My father gives a stern wave and
grins. He never smiles enough to show his teeth. His eyes always look sincere,
but his face always serious.

He gets into the vehicle and it
drives away.

The next SUV is for me and Hunter.

I feel my body swaying. Left to
right. Right to left. Unless it
’
s
just the world doing it.

Yeah, I know, I
’
m kind of drunk right now.

I don
’
t
give a shit.

I deserve this. It
’
s how I
’
m going to get through everything.

The driver gets out and opens the
back door for me and Hunter. He ushers me forward and I stumble. Hunter
’
s hand then grips my waist and
pulls me close.

“
Just
get in,
”
he whispers.
“
Without looking like a fool,
woman.
”

Fool? Woman?