Risk: A Military Stepbrother Bad Boy Romance

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Authors: Helen Lucas
chaperones for the affair.
     
    A DJ spun records up on the stage, and the lights had been brought down low, with some fog and other effects blurring my vision. It was everything I had dreamed it could be.
     
    Mitch and I found some of his theatre friends and immediately started dancing, acting like complete goofballs. Damien stayed off to the side, a slight grin on his face, not bothering to wade into the crowd of teenagers. Finally, I bounced over to him, kicking off my shoes in a giddy burst of ecstasy.
     
    “Come dance with me, big bro!” I cried, grabbing his hands and dragging him out onto the floor.
     
    As the music picked up, he laughed, holding me close as we moved our bodies. For a moment, I forgot that he was my brother: I leaned my head on his chest, pressing my own body close to him, feeling my heart beat fast.
     
    God, but I loved his scent, the feeling of his muscles underneath his clothes, the feeling of his body, barely contained by the fabric wrapped around him, threatening to burst out, threatening to overcome me and consume me.
     
    I found myself whimpering as I pressed myself closer and closer to him, his hands sliding down my back.
     
    I arched my back in response, letting him grab my ass. God, it felt so good: feeling his hands on me.
     
    “Damien…” I whimpered, pressing my crotch into him, gasping in delight as my sensitive core rubbed against him.
     
    “This is so wrong,” he whispered in my ear as he pulled me back to him, one hand still holding my ass. I knew he was right, but I couldn’t control my body: I found myself pressing my bottom back into his hands, moaning softly as one of his hands slid up my thigh. I gasped in delight, my body begging for more.
     
    I was getting turned on by my stepbrother and I didn’t want to stop. And I didn’t want him to want to stop either.
     
    Inhaling his scent just drove me wilder as I leaned into him. I pressed my lips to his neck, to his jaw, and then, finally, to his lips, as we shared a kiss. Our first kiss.
     
    I was kissing my brother. And now, his tongue was in my mouth and my tongue was his and it was delicious and perfect and I felt like my body was going to explode into passion at any second.
     
    Finally, the raunchy song we’d been dancing to came to an end. We broke apart as a faster song came on—the type of song you jump around to.
     
    “Do you want to go outside and talk?” Damien asked finally. I nodded.
     
    “Yeah. I think that would be a good idea.”
     

 
    DAMIEN
     
    I had made out with Sarah. I had made out with my sister. And I fucking loved it. And not only had I made out with her, I had grabbed her ass, grabbed his thighs, felt her up, savored the feeling of her young, soft skin in my hands. I loved her warmth, the smoothness of her body, all of it.
     
    I suggested we go outside but I didn’t know if I’d be able to control myself there. But, hell, I didn’t know if I’d be able to control myself inside the gym either, so I might as well lose control somewhere where no one would see us… Right?
     
    We drifted out into the parking lot. There were half a dozen small groups of students standing around, smoking, talking. As if by mutual agreement, Sarah and I walked to the far end of the parking lot, where my car was.
     
    Far away from any prying eyes.
     
    “So,” she said, once we came to the red Mustang. She sat on the hood and wrapped her arms around her body.
     
    “What was that?”
     
    “I don’t know.”
     
    She bit her lip. God, but that drove me wild.
     
    “Damien, we can’t do that again. We’re brother and sister. We live in the same house.”
     
    “I know,” I said. My voice sounded hollow. Fake. “I don’t plan on doing it again.”
     
    “Good,” Sarah replied. Her voice sounded the same way.
     
    We were silent for several minutes, unable to meet each other’s gaze. Where did we go from here?
     
    “That was my first kiss,” Sarah said, suddenly, her voice cutting

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