And then he turned.
I swear my soul left my body.
His ass—
God.
Those scarlet pants were fucking tailored for sin. Round. Tight. Perfect.
There was no universe where he didn’t know exactly what he was doingwhen he chose to wear those tight pants. In which he’s already big, juicy ass looked even bigger. I didn’t think it was possible, turns out it is. And that ass belonged to the one person I shouldn’t want - my stepbrother.
And the only thought in my head was a filthy, hungry one:
He wants us to take things further.
He wants me. And I would be a liar if I said, or even thought about fucking the brains out of my stepbro, and turning him into a total whore. The one that can’t function without being stuffed with cock.Mycock. And tonight I’ll make it happen.
Because, fuck, I wanted him too.
****
The party hummed on – music, laughter, flashes of light bouncing off half-full glasses. And Jamie… God, Jamie was glowing.
He moved through the crowd like he’d been born to charm people. Soft smiles. Bright eyes. That warm energy he radiated without even trying.
And I hate it.
Not the smile.
Not the warmth.
Nothim.
I hated that I never got that version of Jamie.
Because deep in my chest, buried under all the shit I refused to name, there was this certainly:
Jamie’s smile belongs to me.
His eyes belong to me.
His whole fucking soul belong to me.
My little ember.
That’s what he was to me.
Small, warm, glowing in the dark corners of my mind.
Mine.
He didn’t know that, of course.
He had no idea the masked man he kept hinting about was me.
He wasn’t the type to snoop through my things – naive, polite, painfully earnest Jamie. He’d never open a drawer that wasn’t his, let alone the duffle under my bed.
So he had no idea he’d been fantasizing aboutme.
