BAD LUST: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 1) by Aurora Hayes, Ana W. Fawkes Page A

I ask. I can ’ t believe I
have to ask permission for this shit.
    Thomas nods and steps away.
    “ It ’ s okay, ” my mother whispers. She smiles at Thomas and waits
for him to go away.
    “ This
is what you want, ” I say. “ This fake fucking life. ”
    “ What
do you want me to say? ” she
asks. “ I ’ m happy for once. ”
    “ So
I lose everything? ”
    “ You
didn ’ t lose anything, Jake.
Thomas made a suggestion that ’ s
wise. You ’ re too young to
have so much money. ”
    “ So
it ’ s all cut off then. ”
    “ No.
Just temporarily held. Until we figure everything else out. You can ’ t live in that crappy apartment
anymore. It ’ s not right.
That ’ s why you ’ re staying here for now. ”
    “ That
apartment was mine, ” I
growl. “ I work and pay for
it. ”
    “ You
don ’ t work, ” my mother says.
    I take the words with offense. My
mother knows nothing about me.
    “ It ’ s not against you, ” she says. “ It ’ s
really not. But you can ’ t
be running around town, taking your frustrations out like some rich kid. I ’ m sorry, Jake. That ’ s not how it works anymore. This
is good for all of us. I really think Jade can balance you out, too. She ’ s a smart girl. She plays piano. ”
    “ I
wonder if she drinks, ” I
say.
    My mother sucks in a breath. “ You can ’ t hold the past against me forever, Jake. ”
    “ Then
give me my money and let me go. Make up some bullshit story. That I transferred
schools or something. I don ’ t
want this fucking mess. ”
    “ You
have to stop cursing like that. ”
    “ Fuck.
That. ” I pull out a smoke
and stick it between my lips.
    “ And
smoking …”
    “ Fuck.
That. ” I repeat the words
with smoke between my lips. I take out a lighter but don ’ t like the smoke yet.
    My mother ’ s eyes fill with tears. “ I only even wanted what was best. ”
    “ You
tried so hard, ” I say. “ So fucking hard, Rebecca. I hope
this one pays off for you. You know, pays well when shit hits the fan. ”
    “ Please
go get Jade and come downstairs. ”
    My mother turns and walks away. I
walk down the hall and feel like I ’ m
in a hotel or museum. It ’ s
all so fake. This is my new place, too. I ’ m
forced to live here, forced to have a bedroom right next to Jade ’ s. My trust fund cut the fuck
off at the suggestion of Thomas. To get me to live here and learn some respect.
The only thing in this house I respect is Jade ’ s
sweet and delicious pussy.
    And I want more of it.
    I get to Jade ’ s door and knock. I can ’ t believe when I put the lighter
and smoke away. I know she hates it. Why the fuck do I care?
    The door opens and Jade is standing
there like a goddamn wet dream. I mean, literally wet. And looking like a
dream. A pair of blue jeans, a tight white spaghetti strap top that hugged her
perfect chest … well … perfectly. God, her fucking
tits are just right. The size of my hands. Enough for my mouth to taste. Not
too big making them too bouncy. Just fucking right. And her fucking nipples are
hard right now. Her hair is up in a towel. She just got out of the shower.
    I ’ m
hard as a rock. I really need that fucking smoke right now to calm me down.
    “ What
do you want? ” Jade asks me.
    “ Nothing, ” I say. “ Our parents want a family dinner. ”
    “ Do
not say our parents . They are not that, at all. That ’ s gross. ”
    “ Why?
Because you keep thinking about fucking me? ”
    “ Get
over yourself, Jake. We ’ ve
been here how long now? A week? And nothing ’ s
happened. ”
    “ Then
why are your nipples so hard right now? ” I ask.
    I don ’ t
care. I have no remorse. I just have fucking needs. And they ’ re burning red hot. And that ’ s after I just tossed a load
into the bathroom sink and washed it away.
    Jade ’ s
cheeks turn red and she covers her chest.
    “ Come
on, ” I say. “ Let me see. It won ’ t be the first. Or the last. You
know that, right? ”
    “ Fuck
off. I ’ ll