I want to laugh, but I can’t. My jaw is hanging open like a hungry dog. I probably look like a moron as she smiles back at me, glowing like a sexy fairy.
My jeans fight back my cock, which is quickly filling with blood, threatening to grow to a full erection. Christ, she really went through a glow-up while I was away. How am I going to handle this?
The only women I’ve seen for the last two years have been half-naked pinups, smuggled in on pages torn out of magazines. Now I have this beauty in front of me, and I’m instantly consumed by every dirty thought imaginable.
I have to brace myself against the door to stop from falling over.
No, she’s your stepsister. Calm yourself down. She is off-limits.
“Are you all right, Jake?” she asks. Jesus, even her voice is cuter than it was before.
“I’m fine!” I snap, causing her to jump. Her tits bounce beneath her shirt, and she looks at me like I just tried to bite her. I quickly lower my eyes to the floor where the view is…safer…
“Sorry,” I mutter. “Just not used to being out yet.”
“It’s fine. You know, I kind of like it?”
I look up and instantly regret it. She’s nearly impossible to resist. “Like what?”
“Having a step-brother who’s a criminal.”
I can’t tell if she’s being genuine or sarcastic, but as she brushes by me, the side of her breast touches my arm. Something snaps, and without thinking, I snatch her wrist and pull her back to me. “Where are you going?” I growl.
Calm down. This isn’t jail. She’s your step-sister.
“Um, back to my room to get ready? Is that okay with you?” Her eyes flare back at me. The playful attitude is gone, replaced by genuine annoyance.
“Get ready for what?”
“Not that it’s any of your business,” she replies. “But I have a date tonight.”
My stomach lurches. Jealousy floods through me, causing my skin to prickle.
“Yeah? With who?”
Before she can respond, my dad barks at me from downstairs. “Jake! Get your ass over here!”
I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood. All I wanted to do was come home and relax. But it seems the universe has other plans.
Piper snatches her wrist from me and struts away, those tiny excuses for shorts doing nothing to hide her ass. My eyes scour every inch. I lick my lips to catch the drool spilling from my mouth.
How isshemy awkward step-sister from two years ago? And how am I going to live in the same house with her when all I want to do is grab her by the hair and take her?
This is bad. This girl could be my downfall.
“Jake!” Dad calls again.
“Coming!” I bark back.
Maybe it’s my imagination, but when she looks back at me before stepping into her room, I could swear there’s a slight hint of a smirk on her lips and a gleam in her eyes.
My muscles tense, and more sick thoughts flood my mind. I’ve always tried to be a good man, but these thoughts I have about Piper are justwrong…
I feel physical pain when I turn and walk downstairs. Every step away from her is torture. It’s like an invisible chain already links us, and all I have to do is give it a hard tug and take her into my arms.
No. She’s my step-sister. I’m supposed to protect her. Not get her into trouble—trouble that could tear this family to pieces.
Dad’s on his laptop in the living room and doesn’t even bother to glance up when I enter.
