He stops suddenly and turns to find me staring, because I can’t look away.
“Hey,” he says so casually, like he didn’t have me backed up against the wall with my pulse hammering a million miles a minute at his touch earlier.
“Hi,” I squeak out.
There’s an awkward silence that follows as my mind whirls. Everything between us feels heavy and confusing. I don’t know what to make of the situation or my very real, very inconvenient feelings I’ve been having.
He turns back to the piano, as if nothing had happened and continues to play.
Chase plays for hours as I study, and I wonder how his hands aren’t cramping up by now. Every few minutes, I catch myself looking at him instead of my notes. It’s distracting as hell and I’ve studied the same page this whole time, without a word of it sticking in my brain.
It’s near midnight before he finally quits and heads into the shower, giving me a much-needed break. Though, I still need to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. He takes forever in there while my eyes grow heavy with sleep.
When he emerges, his warm scent clings to the steamy air. I have to remind myself to not swoon at him, because he just wants to get rid of me. As I brush my teeth, Chase joins me, picking up his toothbrush. He watches me in the mirror and a flutter of nerves hit me all at once, making me feel like I’ve forgotten how to brush my teeth.
I spit in the sink, and he smiles. “You’d look so hot spitting on my dick like that.” Then he turns and brushes past me leaving me with toothpaste dripping down my chin while I gape after him.
What the fuck did he just say?
I wipe my face off and angrily do my skin care.I’d look hot spitting on his dick? Who the fuck just says something like that?
By the time I’m done in the bathroom, I’m fuming and ready for a fight. Who does he think he is talking to me like that? Fists curled at my sides, I stomp out and stand at the side of his bed where he lays glued to his laptop, earbuds shoved into his ears.
“Achem?” I clear my throat next to him, but he ignores me.
Tapping him on his shoulder, he turns and takes out an earbud. “What’s up?” He asks
“What’s up?” I shriek.
His eyebrows climb up towards his hairline. “You feeling spicy, princess?”
This motherfucker. I was right before. I hate him. “Spicy? I’m pissed at you, asshole. You go from being almost normal, to telling me I would be hot spitting on your dick!”
“Well, it’s true. That would be hot as hell.”
“Did someone knock you in the head since I was gone, or did you just happen to forget I’m literally your stepsister? Family. Off limits.” I am practically shaking I’m so mad, and flustered, and annoyed.
“Nah, I didn’t forget. I just don’t give a shit. Now are you going to stand there all night yelling at me, or can I get some sleep.”
My mouth opens and closes, not knowing what to say. He acts like it’s no big deal, but it is. It’s a huge deal.
“This.” I point between us. “Can’t happen.”
“Noted. Now, goodnight, princess.” He puts the earbud back in his ear and resumes watching whatever he has pulled up on his laptop.
Infuriating. I’m at a loss for what to do, so I do the only thing I can think of and close his laptop.
“Hey!”
“What? Were you watching that?”
He moves so quickly. I don’t even have time to run. One minute I’m standing, and the next I’m being thrown down on his bed, with Chase hovering over me.
“I don’t think you’re mad at me at all. I think you like me saying that to you,” he says, pinning me with his hips, my arms held down above my head by his hands. His cock grows hard between us, and I fight the urge to rock my hips to feel its entirety. “I think you like me touching you and you’re ashamed of how I make you feel. Because you know it’s wrong.”
“Oh, yeah?” I challenge, breathing hard. My breasts are smashed against his chest and his mouth is dangerously close to mine.
“I think you got so wet that you didn’t know what to do with yourself.” His free hand dips between us. “Is that what happened, princess? Am I going to find your pussy fucking soaked for me?”
