Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
When I’d seen my sweet little stepsister last before the big change, she was still barely able to look me in the eye. I hadn’t been around the first couple of times she’d been back on break, but dad and Cathy, her mom, had kept me up to date in passing. No one had bothered to tell me that she had turned into this bombshell who was set on fucking with me though.
My good intentions were fading fast that’s for sure, and she wasn’t helping her cause any if she wasn’t really after a good hard fucking, because the sly looks and the pouty lips were about to get her nailed on the nearest flat surface.
Chapter 2
MELANIE
I wonder if he can sense my fear, my uncertainty, or if he could see the slight tremble in my limbs? My heart beat so loudly in my chest it was a wonder the sound didn’t echo off the walls. It was all I could do to keep it together as he all but squared off against me. I knew that if I kept up my secret campaign that eventually he would retaliate, I just wasn’t prepared for the reality of that, who could be? My pseudo big brother packs a punch.
I was well aware that I was at the precipice of realizing all of my dreams; that the next few words shared between us could be the culmination of four years of yearning. If I didn’t handle this well I could lose and lose big, but now that I was here, I wasn’t quite sure what came next.
When I’d been home last for those few days, it had been my big plan to let him know then, but in the end I’d chickened out. He was even hotter than I’d remembered and all I kept thinking was ‘he’d never go for me’. All the exercise and new hairstyles weren’t enough to get him to notice me. I was convinced that he’d never see me as anything but the needy little kid who was always in his shadow whenever he was around. Now here we were and it looked like crunch time.
I couldn’t show my hand too soon or too easily though; I know how this one works. If I let him trap me like a cat with a mouse, he might toy with me for a while, before consuming me and moving on to the next. It’s the pattern I’d seen time and again over the past eight years, and the one thing I didn’t want for myself.
No, this game was for keeps. The stakes were high and there was no room for mistakes. Too many lives would be touched if this thing failed. So I had only one shot; here goes. Maybe I should’ve signed up for acting classes before I tackled this because I was so out of my league it wasn’t funny.
“I’m not sure I know what you mean by what I’ve been up to.” His eyes followed the motion of my hair twirling around my fingertips. I thrust my breasts forward the barest fraction, making sure my ample flesh pressed against the soft cotton of my top.
When his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and his eyes got that glazed over look to them, I knew he’d caught my move. He studied me for the longest while, our eyes locked in silent battle and I saw down to the second the wolf came into his eyes.
I took an involuntary step back on a loud sigh that I wasn’t in time to prevent escaping, and that look intensified. He advanced and I retreated, using all my willpower not to hold my arm out like a shield, or tuck tail and run. That look! so much heat, what did it mean?
In the end I got myself stuck between his towering six-foot-one frame and the wall. The heat coming off of him was intense. He was so close I felt the fine hairs of my arm brush against his shirt. And when he lowered his head to my neck and nipped me, just where the pulse beat out of time, his arm had to come around my waist to keep me from falling to the floor on my suddenly weak knees. I clamped my hand over the sting in my neck as liquid pooled between my thighs. All I wanted was to lay myself out at his feet and let him have his way with me.
Not yet Melanie, it’s all or nothing remember? It took everything I had to slide out from beneath him when my body was at fever pitch. I dare not look at him or the jig as they say, would be up, but boy did I want to jump him. I composed myself or gave it my best shot, before turning to look at him again, but I knew if I stayed there alone with him much longer I would give it all away.