“It’s all right,” I reply, adding nothing else to the conversation. I just need to put some distance between us, so I step back.
Finally, she gives me the cutest little wave, then turns and walks to her room. I try to stop myself, but I can’t help tossing a quick glance her way as she goes.
My eyes are glued to her ass, and I trace my lower lip with my tongue. Like a perfect peach, just waiting to be worshipped. How can one girl be so perfect?
Quickly, I slam the door and lock it again.
That’s it. I have to take care of thisnow. I’m so goddamn hard that I’m already about to burst.
I spit on my palm and start rubbing the tip of my hard-on as I think about peeling off Piper’s short-shorts and dragging my tongue up her pussy.
That’s right—I want to eat out my step-sister. Sue me.
It’s so fucking wrong, but that only makes it hotter.
But that’s all it can be—a fantasy. Because if I give in to Piper and take her once, I’ll never be able to let go.
I’m so pent up with desire that I come in seconds. My climax rocks me, and I bust all over my stomach, my jaw clenched tight to keep myself from groaning loud enough that she could hear.
Once I finally come down, I grab a dirty T-shirt and wipe myself off. Then I head for the shower.
Thankfully, Piper’s not there.
I glance at the closed door to her bedroom. My muscles are tight. It would be so easy to just open it, rush in there, and take her. I’ve sworn I’ll keep my distance, but I can feel the cracks starting to form in my resolve.
I can feel myself starting to slip.
Keeping my distance will no longer save me. The next time she flirts with me, I might not be able to say no.
4
PIPER
I can’t stop thinkingabout what happened at the bar—Aaron’s sweaty arm wrapped around me, pulling me somewhere I didn’t want to go.
But Jake saved me.
It was like something out of a movie, the way he knocked him out with a single punch. I just keep playing it over and over in my mind, especially when I’m about to go to sleep.
To make things worse, I’ve been dreaming about him.
His eyes, his height, his strong physique, and the way I feel so safe when he’s around.
They’ve been…different dreams than I’ve had before. Maybeadultis the right word? I wake up sweating, tingling all over. Cold showers have been my salvation.
But all that changed last night, when I had my first bad dream involving Jake.
I was lost in a city at night. I was cold, had no shoes, and men were cat-calling and grabbing at the hem of my dress. I couldfeelJake was nearby, but when I called out for him, begging for his help, he didn’t respond.
A man chased me into a dark alley, and there was Jake, standing with a womansomuch more beautiful than me.
He took one look at me as I cried out his name but simply put his arm around her and walked away. Tears filled my eyes, and my attacker slammed into me from behind.
That’s when I woke up with a yelp that should have woken the entire household.
It doesn’t take a psychologist to figure out why I had this bad dream: Jake made me cry last night.
I forgive him for that. I know he’s a good guy, and I totally owe him. But it doesn’t make the hurt go away.
