Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
I let myself into the kitchen and start mixing a cup of hot cocoa. The sweet, chocolaty drink with extra marshmallows on top is my favorite beverage for when I feel like I need a nice warm hug. Mom used to make it for me when I was little and was feeling sad about something or other. I smile as I think about Charity, wishing she were here to give me advice.
Although, of course, if she were here, none of this would be happening. My mother would still be married to Hunter and he’d just be my stepfather, and not the imposing man of the house. And Alex would just be my stepbrother, instead of a mouthwatering man I live with whose eyes rove my curves whenever he’s in the same room as me. What would Mom think of all this? Shame creeps over me because I know with certainty that Charity would be disgusted and horrified.
But what am I supposed to do? I can’t help the way I feel about Hunter. That’s not my fault, technically speaking. Of course, what is my fault is that I broke our unspoken rule last night, and brought up our texting in a conversation. I really thought I’d messed up when he stormed out like that, but here’s what’s so confusing: then he came to me in the middle of the night, wanting to see my body. Wanting to lick my pussy, and boy, does that man have a mouth of magic.
So was it okay that I brought up our texts after all? Clearly, he enjoyed himself because Hunter licked me so good that he made me squirt all over my bed. But he didn’t do more after that, and left with a thick, heavy boner whose silhouette I could see even in the low lights. Does he want us to take our relationship to the next level? Or doesn’t he? I’m so confused.
My hot cocoa is ready and I lift it to my lips for a sip, but then wince because it’s too hot. I’m about to take it with me over to the couch, so I can curl up and nurse it, letting the hot mug comfort my hands while it cools. But then the kitchen door suddenly slams open, making me jump. Instantly, hot cocoa spills all over my hand, scorching me. I inhale sharply at the sudden pain.
“Ouch,” I hiss, but before I can do anything, a large hand closes around my wrist, pulling me over to the sink. It’s Alex, my handsome stepbrother, and he’s fuming. He turns on the tap and plunges my hand into the stream of cold running water.
“Leave it under here for a few minutes,” he growls.
“Thanks,” I breathe. The cool liquid feels good on the burn and I let out a sigh of relief.
“I’m sorry about that,” he grunts. It’s an apology, but he sounds angry for some reason, and won’t meet my eyes.
I glance up at Alex. I’ve never seen him look so livid before, and I’ve known him for a while now. Alex was adopted by Hunter and his ex, Janine, when he was a tween. Then, after Hunter and Janine got divorced, he stayed here with the man of the house. I have no idea where Janine is, and he’s never mentioned his mom either.
Nonetheless, Alex has grown into a gorgeous male specimen. When I first moved in, my stepbrother was thin and reedy, with a shy smile and a mop of black hair. But in the last few years, he’s put on a lot of muscle from twice daily workouts at the gym. His muscular arms are crossed over the bulging pecs of his chest, and his eyes are hard as he glares at me. Thick powerful thighs are spread in a solid vee as he stares, almost aggressively. Come to think of it, even though he and Hunter aren’t biologically related, they’re remarkably alike. Especially when it comes to their mannerisms. The way Alex is standing here, fuming, is like a younger version of Hunter when he’s pissed off about something.
“What’s wrong?” I ask in a mild tone, smiling at him. But Alex doesn’t return my smile. Instead, his piercingly blue eyes flash angrily.
“Do you think I’m some kind of idiot?” he growls dangerously.
“I’m sorry?” I stammer, not understanding. “Of course not! Why would you say that?”
Alex startles me by swiping the contents from the countertop with one sudden blow, sending them crashing to the ground.
“I heard you two last night!” he erupts. “You guys were like a pack of monkeys in there!” Oh shit. Alex knows that Hunter and I had sex last night because it’s true: I screamed a lot, and it was totally worth it. But I’m not ready to talk about this. Not with him.