Why do I feel this inexplicable pull toward my stepbrother’s room?
It’s all fucked up.
My secret fixation on him shouldn’t bleed into my reality.
She turns away from me, and the relief I feel is immense.
Blowing out a breath, I drag a hand down my face, then snatch my phone off the dresser.
My brows furrow as I read over a text from an unknown number.
Unknown: My dick begs for more when I think of you on your knees, and your mouth stuffed with my cum.
Heart in my throat, I type out a reply.
Me: Who’s this?
His response is immediate.
Unknown: Your worst nightmare.
Mia walks past me in a cloud of perfume and hurt feelings, her shoulder brushing my chest. “Are you coming or not?”
I look up from the screen, only to be met by her arched brow. My cock twitches inside its denim confines as the phone burns my hand. I pocket it, then hold the door open for her. “After you.”
Mia talksto Allie and my stepmom, Rachel, while I spend the entire breakfast staring at my phone. Despite how much I hope another message will pop up on the screen, nothing else comes through.
I want to—no, Ineedto find out who hid behind that mask.
A small hand lands on my bulge beneath the table, and I frown at Mia, who ignores me while smiling at my stepmom. She swiftly frees my dick and pumps the hard length.
What the hell has gotten into her today? This is Mia, the good girl, the girl who never steps out of line or takes risks, like jerking her boyfriend in front of his parents.
I’m two seconds away from removing her hand, when my eyes clash with Cole’s across the table.
He glances down as though he knows exactly what’s going on, and I struggle to decipher the flash of emotion that darkens his eyes. It’s stormy, toxic, and unlike anything I’ve seen on his face before.
Precum leaks from my dick as he holds me captive with his blue eyes that burn with enough intensity to curl my toes.
Beside me, Mia throws her head back and laughs at something my stepmom says.
Her small hand works my cock until I can barely fucking breathe, fighting the inevitable. One more push, and I’ll topple.
The way Cole watches me makes my mouth go dry.
My breath picks up, and my knuckles turn white against the edge of the table.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Cole leans over and whispers in Allie’s ear before straightening back up and smirking like a damn villain.
“I need to talk to you,” Allie says to Mia, who pauses with her hand on my dick.
What the hell? I could cry.
“Now?” Mia asks as Allie stands up.
“It’s important.”
