BAD LUST: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 1) (4 page)

I finish first. The aching throb
attacks my body better than any drink in the world. Now I
’
ve never done drugs
before but maybe this is what being high feels like. I don
’
t know. If it is, then I
totally get it. I
’
m
already addicted and I
’
m
still coming. Jake is still fucking me. He
’
s
on top of me now, the scent of his body
…
sweat
…
cologne
…
all
man
…
it
’
s everywhere. Attacking
all my senses.

I reach up and try to touch his
back, his shoulders, but I have nothing. I
’
m
limp. I
’
m
his. And he
’
s
still thrusting deep into me.

He kisses my chest
,
his tongue
then
slices up to my chin. When he kisses me, I lift my
hips, groaning into his mouth. I
’
m
so tender and sore. I need relief. I need him to stop. But I don
’
t want him to though. It
just feels so good.

Jake grabs my wrists and puts
them above my head.

“
Fuck,
your tits are perfect like this,
”
he says.
“
Keep
your wrists like this.
”

His hand lets go of my wrists
and he cups my breast. I
’
m
lucky enough that my breasts are big enough to still have
size, even
with my hands above my head. I
’
m
bouncing and dancing for Jake, his body commanding me to move. I
’
m hopeless to him and for
him.

Jake starts to speed up,
grunting with each hard thrust of his body. He
’
s so deep and I
’
m losing my breath with
each pump. My body is jumping back on the bed. The bed is groaning and smacking
against the wall.

I
’
m now that person
…
the one getting fucked
so hard the bed
hits
the wall.

Holy shit
…
it
’
s amazing.

Jake growls as he thrusts one
last time. I can feel everything inside me. The way his cock starts to throb as
he comes. The pulsing feeling as he fills the condom. I moan each time he
throbs.

He then slowly moves at me some
more. Gently back and forth, like he
’
s
easing me down from everything we
’
ve
done tonight.

“
Put
your head back,
”
he says to me.
“
Close
your eyes.
”

“
Why
…”

“
Just
fucking do what I say.
”

I close my eyes. I feel Jake
pull from my body.
The next thing I feel
is a tender ache.
My
legs are shaking, my toes curling. I bite my lip. My sex is sore. I feel warmth
and wetness. I want
more, but
I can
’
t handle anymore tonight.

I feel Jake rub something
between my legs. It
’
s
a cloth or something. I open my eyes as he folds the cloth and touches me
again. His eyes are wide as he stares at my body.

“
I
told you to keep your fucking eyes shut,
”
he growls.

“
What
are you doing?
”

“
Nothing.
”

He stands and turns. His bare
ass is beautiful. I want to claw at his ass when he fucks me again. Well, if he
ever fucks me again.

“
What
do you want me to remember?
”
Jake yells back at me.
“
What
the fuck is your problem tonight?
”

I clear my thoughts and step away
from Jake. I point at him.
“
My
problem? Why are you here?
”

“
Free
country, sweetie,
”
he says.
“
And you walked in on me.
Twice. So fuck yourself, Jade, okay?
”

Jade
…
he said my name
…

“
Fuck
yourself,
”
I yell back.

“
Good
one. Original. I
’
m crushed.
”
He pulls out another cigarette.
“
Have a good night,
sweetie.
”

He turns and I want to jump on his
back. Hit him. Punch him. Cry and thrash at him. I want to be the one who walks
away from Jake. Not the other way around.

I get ready to do something
…

“
Hey!
You fucking asshole!
”
a
voice booms.

I turn and there
’
s a guy running down the side of
the building. There
’
s anger
on his face and lingering not far behind is a woman biting on her finger. The
same woman from the bathroom.

“
Holy
shit,
”
I whisper.

Something is going to go down.

“
Don
’
t fucking walk away!
”
the guy yells.

“
Jake!
”
I cry out.

Jake stops and turns around. Lit
cigarette between his lips. Cocky look on his face.

I can
’
t
help but run to him. I grab his arm.
“
That
guy
’
s going to kill you.
What did you do?
”

“
His
girlfriend,
”
Jake says.
“
That
’
s who you caught me with. Twice.
”

“
Holy
shit,
”
I say again.

“
Here,
hold this for me,
”
Jake
says and hands me his cigarette.

I should just drop it and step on
it. Crush the damn disgusting thing. But I don
’
t.
I pinch it between my thumb and pointer finger. I feel so awkward and juvenile.
I cringe at how pathetic I must look right now.

Jake steps forward and puts his
fists up.

They
’
re going to fight?

If anything, Jake deserves to have
his ass kicked. He screwed someone else
’
s
girlfriend. Then again, what kind of woman does that? Cheats and then points
the finger?

More so, why do I care so much?
Why am I trying to take some kind of side here? Why the fuck am I holding Jake
’
s lit cigarette? Why am I
not rushing home? Or calling the police?

The two men are a foot apart and
all hell breaks loose.

“
You
motherfucker,
”
the guy
spats into Jake
’
s face.

“
Sorry,
man. Didn
’
t know she was
your mother.
”

“
I
’
m going to fucking kill you.
”

“
Then
do it,
”
Jake says.
“
Come on. Kill me.
”

Jake opens his arms. He nods. The
guy puts his right foot back and makes a fist. He thinks he
’
s going to get a shot in on
Jake. The second he starts to throw a punch, Jake takes control. He comes
across with a right punch and smashes the guy in the jaw. The sound is
sickening. The guy spins around and stumbles back. Jake goes after the guy,
hitting him again. This time the guy falls to the ground.

“
Jake!
”
I yell.
“
Stop!
”

Jake looks back at me.
“
Fucking princess. You have no
fucking idea
…”

Jake turns and drops to one knee.
He then starts to unload on the guy. Punch after punch, attacking him. I remind
myself that the guy did come after Jake. Then again, Jake fooled around with
the guy
’
s girlfriend.

Again, here I am, debating this.

When Jake stands up, he shakes his head
and lets out a growl.

“
Fucking
dick,
”
he says and spits at
the guy.

The guy on the ground pushes back
and reaches in the air. His face is messed up, but at least he
’
s alive.

Jake walks toward me and lifts his
punching hand, covered in blood.
“
Smoke?
”

I hold my hand out and Jake takes
his smoke. He takes a deep drag and exhales.
“
Fucking
people,
”
he whispers.

“
You
screwed his girlfriend,
”
I
say.

“
She
wanted it.
”
Jake walks by
me. He suddenly stops and steps back. He takes another drag of his cigarette.
The smell makes my nose crunch up. He turns his head and his lips flirt with my
ear.
“
She wanted it,
sweetie
…
just
…
like
…
you
…
did
…”

5.

(Jake)

I have to
get the fuck away
from her. I have to get the fuck away from the entire night. From everything.
My hand is throbbing in goddamn pain. My cock is throbbing with need. My smokes
aren
’
t good enough right
now and I hate that feeling.

That dumb asshole deserved what he
got. Don
’
t come up to me
acting tough if you can
’
t
back it up. His whore of a girlfriend put the finger to me when she was the one
begging me to fuck her hard. Begging me to touch her ass. Trying to swallow
down my entire cock. And when I fucking came, she was the one who held her
mouth open and took it all
…
shot after fucking shot of my load.

Yeah, I could have stopped after
the first two punches, but I
’
m
pissed off. I
’
m pissed off
that I can
’
t just go wild
right now. And by wild, I mean take Jade by the hand and start up where we left
off the other night. After I fucked her and cleaned her up, she gave me the
eyes in bed. She wanted me there. She wanted to cuddle or some shit. But her
body was so tight and tender. I knew it hurt her and I didn
’
t want anything to get clingy.

Fucking virgins, right?

My anger rolled over a little and
that asshole on the ground just paid for it. Worse yet, any credibility he
thought he had with his whore of a girlfriend, it was gone. She
’
d be on her knees sucking
someone else off in a bathroom in no time.

I almost feel bad for the guy.

When I walk by Jade, I slip a
little comment to her, destroying my fun little game of fucking with her. She
knows I remember fucking her. But there
’
s
nothing else to say. I get to my car and I drive away.

I don
’
t
want to fucking see her again. Not if I can
’
t
have her. And definitely not in the capacity that
’
s
coming. Fucking Jade has no clue either. I
’
m
not a man of care or guilt, but being near her
…
not a good thing. Christ, even the way she held my fucking smoke, it was so
pure and innocent. It was like she
’
s
afraid to touch it. Like it
’
ll
hurt her. But yet she did it. She held it. She stood there and watched me
destroy the guy.

I
’
m
speeding down the road. I throw my smoke out the window and hate the taste. I
want to taste something sweet. Like those wet folds between Jade
’
s goddamn legs. They were
perfect. So silky and warm. I could suckle on them all night. And feel her body
jump and rock. The tip of my tongue seeking out her little clit.

I grip the wheel and grit my teeth.
My cock is raging hard. Fuck, I
’
m
half tempted to pull over and just take care of myself. But that would be a
complete waste.

I grab my cell and dial up Zeke,
someone I consider some kind of best friend.

I have no real friends or best
friends or any of that shit. Everyone mooches off everyone, favors passing back
and forth. I don
’
t trust
anyone. Not after my mother slept with someone I considered my best friend. But
that was just how she was. Always in need. Which explained her current vacation
and current news
…
fucking
news I
’
d face tomorrow. It
didn
’
t shock me, but I know
who it will.

Why does it matter to me though?

I shake my head.

Zeke picks up the call and I hear
noise in the background.

“
Tell
me you
’
re out, man,
”
I say.
“
And tell me you have directions and some good shit
for me.
”

“
Check,
check, and check, motherfucker,
”
Zeke says with a laugh.

It
’
s
not the first time someone called me a motherfucker tonight, but at least with
Zeke, it
’
s in fun. And he
has fun for me. A couple little pills that will make Jade
’
s memory go the hell away. And a
house full of women that will do anything I tell them to do.

Just what I need to keep digging my
grave.

I arrive at Zeke
’
s house. He doesn
’
t have the biggest place in the world,
but it
’
s secluded and
nobody ever complains. It sits on a large patch of woods so a lot of people
will just bring tents and kegs. His parties don
’
t
last hours or even days. He goes for weeks. I don
’
t
remember the first time I met Zeke and most of the time I don
’
t remember the last time I met
him either.

When I walk through the front door
there
’
s a hanging cloud of
smoke. The smell makes me smile. I know exactly what it is. Zeke is on the
couch with two women. He
’
s
telling some bullshit story of backpacking through Europe or getting lost in
Japan or something. He
’
s never
left the fucking country though. His father is some big wig for an
international company. Zeke was the result of a torrid affair and he
’
s paid to stay the fuck away. He
doesn
’
t mind. Neither do
it.

Zeke jumps up and runs to me. We
shake hands and hug.

“
I
need something,
”
I say. I
hold up my hand. The blood has dried and it looks messy. I
’
ll need to clean it up to see if
I actually did any damage to myself.

“
Fuck,
man. What happened?
”

“
I
fucked some chick in the bathroom at a cafe
…
and then her boyfriend wanted to throw down.
”

“
Your
face looks clean,
”
Zeke
says as he pats my cheek.

I smile.
“
He didn
’
t
stand a chance, Zeke. You know that.
”

“
That
’
s why I love you, Jake. You
fuck. You fight. You live. Now come meet two new friends of mine.
”

He puts his hand to mine,
delivering the two white pills that will make the night go away. He turns and
grabs me by the shoulder. I
’
m
introduced to the beautiful women on the couch. They stand up and walk right at
me.

In twenty minutes, my hand will be
washed up of the blood, the pills in my system, and my cock buried somewhere
between the two women
…
one
of their willing holes will do just fine.

The next thing I remember is a
goddamn spotlight in my eyes.

I open my eyes and put my hands up.
I figure it
’
s the police or
something. Coming to arrest me for beating up that guy. Or maybe something
happened at Zeke
’
s place.

But it
’
s not that at all.

It
’
s
the fucking sun.

And I
’
m
outside on the ground, on my back. I
’
m
in the damn woods. The sun coming up and just cut into an open clearing,
blasting down at me. I keep my hands up and groan. I look to my left. I look to
my right.

I
’
m
fucking alone.

Out in the woods. I
’
m in a sleeping bag and have a
pillow. There
’
s a few tents
pitched around me, but I don
’
t
see any movement. I sit up and rub my forehead. I
’
m
not hungover, just tired. My mind obviously racing all night even though the
white pills made it so I couldn
’
t
remember anything.

I reach in my pocket and find my
smokes. Nothing like a fresh cigarette to greet the sunny morning.

Morning.

Fuck. It was morning. It was
tomorrow
…
today.

Today
’
s going to be quite the
day.

I light up my smoke, take a drag,
and run my hand through my hair. I
’
m
definitely due for a hot shower. I can
’
t
even imagine what I did last night. Or with whom. Not that it really matters.
The night was dead and gone.

I get to my feet and stand there,
finishing my smoke. I toss the butt to the ground and step on it. I make sure
its out so I don
’
t burn
down Zeke
’
s little forest.

I walk to the house and open the
back door. Inside, it
’
s a
slew of bodies. Half naked, some naked, some dressed. All different people and
positions. The remainders of a hell of a night. I see Zeke on the couch with
the two women that had come at me last night. One is naked, curled up tight to
Zeke. The other is between his legs, his pants pulled down. Her hair is
scattered along his shit so I can
’
t
see.

I get to the couch and pick up my
foot, giving Zeke a little kick to the jaw.

He jumps and opens his eyes.
“
Dude. Hey.
”

“
Morning,
”
I say.
“
I have to get going. Personal shit.
”

“
No,
man. Stay. We
’
ll get some
food. Hit the lake. Keep this thing going, right? This is just a rest time for
me.
”

“
I
know, Zeke. But I have something to do. My mother
…”

“
Oh,
got it. She a mess again?
”

“
She
’
s always a mess. Now she
’
s in love.
”

“
Good
for her.
”

“
Yeah.
Right.
”
I run my hand
through my hair again. My knuckles are sore from the night before.
“
Thanks again, man. For the
night. Pills. Women.
”

“
I
can
’
t take credit for all,
”
Zeke says.

“
Why
’
s that?
”

“
You
didn
’
t fuck them.
”
He nods to the sleeping women.
“
You didn
’
t touch them.
”

“
What?
”

“
You
took your
medicine
. You cleaned up. You came back out. They sat with you
on the couch and
…
well
…
you kind of threw them away.
Like literally threw them.
”

“
No
way.
”

“
Swear
on it. I tried to chase you down, but you were gone. Said you had to go for a
walk. Didn
’
t see you again
until now.
”

“
Holy
fuck,
”
I say.

I look around the house.
What
the fuck
’
s
wrong with me?

“
Something
was on your mind,
”
Zeke
says.

“
Yeah.
Something.
”
More like
someone
…
“
Thanks again, Zeke. Take it
easy.
”

We bump fists like douchebag high
school kids. I shake my head as I leave. I get in the car and I
’
m back to reality. I can hit my
apartment or just go right for the throat. Meet up with my mother and get this
disaster over with.

Before I could make my decision, my
cell rings.

“
Hey,
Rebecca,
”
I say, knowing it
pisses her off when I don
’
t
call her
Mom
.

“
Jake,
”
she says.
“
I don
’
t like
…”

“
You
don
’
t like a lot of things.
What do you want?
”

“
Is
that any way to talk to me?
”

“
No.
”

“
Then
don
’
t do it.
”

“
I
’
ll note it down,
”
I say.
“
I
’
m
driving right now. It
’
s
dangerous to talk and drive. You don
’
t
want your only son to die in a car wreck do you?
”

It
’
s
a direct shot to her, considering the life she
’
s
lived. She lost her career in a car wreck she caused and her life is nothing
more than a car wreck now.

“
I
’
m not doing this over the phone,
”
she says.
“
I need you to meet with me at
the apartment. We have to go
…
together
…”

“
To
meet the new hubby?
”
I ask.

“
Yes.
”

“
And
you think it
’
s all good? I
mean, just springing something like that on someone.
”

“
Jake
…
I
’
m
a grown woman
…”