Dirty Little Secret: New Adult Rock Star Romance (Not Exactly A Stepbrother Romance Book 1) by Kristen Strassel, Allyson Starr Page B
Authors: Kristen Strassel, Allyson Starr
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was, I could work it my advantage and parlay this into a paying job. She probably had some say in whether I stayed on at the end of the summer. “I think we’re having a party at my house on the Fourth. You should swing by if it happens. Bret will be there.”
Nikki gasped, and her entire face lit up. “That would be amazing. Although I don’t know how I’m going to keep my shit together around your brother and Dr. Starling.”
**
My stomach roiled every time I saw Bret since our last encounter. That had been the most intense sex I ever had, and if he were anyone else, I’d be tearing into this arrangement with unbridled enthusiasm. This is why I didn’t give Nikki a hard time when she got excited about him. I understood way too well.
If he was true to his claim that he planned on pushing all my limits, there was no telling what he had in mind. It terrified me. I wasn’t a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but I’d never played a game of sexual Russian roulette before. Five million dollars had never been on the line, either.
I needed that money. The landmines my bills blew through my credit would put my dream further out of reach. A pile of bills grew on my dresser, eating their young, while I worked for free. I poked at the notices from time to time, but I was afraid they’d bite. It didn’t take a pre-doctorate degree to do the math. I owed more money than I had.
We were in the middle of a wicked heat wave, and Bret made a habit of walking around shirtless. The scratches and bite marks were healing. I wondered if Mom told him to cover himself. His pierced nipples and sex wounds were certainly distracting.
“What are you doing tonight?” He startled me by pressing up against my back when I opened the refrigerator. Nipple rings and erection grazed against my body. I gasped, turning quickly to make sure Mom wasn’t paying attention. She sat at the breakfast bar, talking on the phone. She had her back to us, but Bret was playing with fire. Everything about him was so suggestive, she had to know something wasn’t quite right with the two of us. Every minute in this house felt like being on one of those rides the bottom fell out of without warning. That sickening feeling of anticipation never went away.
“I don’t know. Watching a movie or something.” I ducked under his arm and put the salad stuff I retrieved on the counter. We’d fallen into an unspoken pattern. Bret grilled and I made the side dishes for dinner every night. Like an old married couple. We just had a lot more sexual tension. I didn’t ask Bret why he wanted to play house, but I knew I desperately needed to cling to something that felt normal. I grabbed the biggest knife I could find out of the drawer. I felt safer with it in my hand. Bret knew I was stuck home, just like every other night. I could borrow a car, but I couldn’t even think about spending money.
He followed me to the counter. “How about you do me instead?” he said low enough that only I would hear him. He picked up the cucumber, curled his fingers around it, and slid them up and down slowly. “Got any ideas?”
My pussy pulsed uncontrollably. “I do.” I snatched the cucumber away from him and chopped it in half, like I was staking a vampire in the heart. “I’m not sure I want to waste them on you.” I’d never been more enthusiastic about slicing a cucumber in my life.
“Suit yourself.” He picked up a chunk of cucumber and dropped it in his mouth. “If you change your mind, I’ll be in my room, counting my money.”
“I just got off the phone with Aunt Donna,” Mom said as Bret and I glared at each other. “Everyone’s on board for the Fourth. I wasn’t sure at first when Bret suggested it, but I think it’s a really good idea to get everyone together for a happy occasion. People tend to scatter after things like... this.”
Her face fell, and I put my knife down and hugged her. My grandparents on my biological father’s side
Nikki gasped, and her entire face lit up. “That would be amazing. Although I don’t know how I’m going to keep my shit together around your brother and Dr. Starling.”
**
My stomach roiled every time I saw Bret since our last encounter. That had been the most intense sex I ever had, and if he were anyone else, I’d be tearing into this arrangement with unbridled enthusiasm. This is why I didn’t give Nikki a hard time when she got excited about him. I understood way too well.
If he was true to his claim that he planned on pushing all my limits, there was no telling what he had in mind. It terrified me. I wasn’t a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but I’d never played a game of sexual Russian roulette before. Five million dollars had never been on the line, either.
I needed that money. The landmines my bills blew through my credit would put my dream further out of reach. A pile of bills grew on my dresser, eating their young, while I worked for free. I poked at the notices from time to time, but I was afraid they’d bite. It didn’t take a pre-doctorate degree to do the math. I owed more money than I had.
We were in the middle of a wicked heat wave, and Bret made a habit of walking around shirtless. The scratches and bite marks were healing. I wondered if Mom told him to cover himself. His pierced nipples and sex wounds were certainly distracting.
“What are you doing tonight?” He startled me by pressing up against my back when I opened the refrigerator. Nipple rings and erection grazed against my body. I gasped, turning quickly to make sure Mom wasn’t paying attention. She sat at the breakfast bar, talking on the phone. She had her back to us, but Bret was playing with fire. Everything about him was so suggestive, she had to know something wasn’t quite right with the two of us. Every minute in this house felt like being on one of those rides the bottom fell out of without warning. That sickening feeling of anticipation never went away.
“I don’t know. Watching a movie or something.” I ducked under his arm and put the salad stuff I retrieved on the counter. We’d fallen into an unspoken pattern. Bret grilled and I made the side dishes for dinner every night. Like an old married couple. We just had a lot more sexual tension. I didn’t ask Bret why he wanted to play house, but I knew I desperately needed to cling to something that felt normal. I grabbed the biggest knife I could find out of the drawer. I felt safer with it in my hand. Bret knew I was stuck home, just like every other night. I could borrow a car, but I couldn’t even think about spending money.
He followed me to the counter. “How about you do me instead?” he said low enough that only I would hear him. He picked up the cucumber, curled his fingers around it, and slid them up and down slowly. “Got any ideas?”
My pussy pulsed uncontrollably. “I do.” I snatched the cucumber away from him and chopped it in half, like I was staking a vampire in the heart. “I’m not sure I want to waste them on you.” I’d never been more enthusiastic about slicing a cucumber in my life.
“Suit yourself.” He picked up a chunk of cucumber and dropped it in his mouth. “If you change your mind, I’ll be in my room, counting my money.”
“I just got off the phone with Aunt Donna,” Mom said as Bret and I glared at each other. “Everyone’s on board for the Fourth. I wasn’t sure at first when Bret suggested it, but I think it’s a really good idea to get everyone together for a happy occasion. People tend to scatter after things like... this.”
Her face fell, and I put my knife down and hugged her. My grandparents on my biological father’s side
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