Good Stepbrother (Love #2) by Scarlett Jade, Intuition Author Services

bracelet on my wrist. “It’s so pretty.”
    “Why did you do this?” he asked me weakly.
    “I told you. I might want you one day. I can’t have you thinking about plowing that little window licker. God forbid you impregnate her.” I tossed my hair and smiled sweetly. “Are you mad?”
    “Hell yes, I’m mad! You’re a psycho!” he growled, slapping his hand on the table.
    My smile faltered. “Maybe. But no one will believe that you didn’t buy this for me. Try me. I’ll tell them how you rubbed oil on my ass and how you jerk off thinking about me every night. You don’t want to cross me.”
    He recoiled like I slapped him. “I can’t believe you.”
    “Well, believe it. I get what I want. When and if I want it.” I blew him a kiss and hopped up from the table. “See you later, baby brother!” I hurried across the cafeteria and sat down with my girlfriends who hooted with laughter. “Take this off me. It’s done.”
    I watched Carter’s status in school burn to the ground. It was all over the school that he had the hots for me. I sort of hated hurting him, but he’d hurt me by being with that nose picker. All’s fair in love and war, you know.
    Peter and I continued on being hot and heavy, on and off, whenever I wanted or needed more E to get through life. I wasn’t exactly addicted, per se, but I liked to forget sometimes…okay most of the time. It made everything just disappear for a little while. It made me feel normal. I was so far from normal it was ridiculous.
    Winter ebbed and flowed around us. I spent time staring out the window at the snow swirling through the skies. Wrapping my arms around my knees, I thought about life, my least favorite thing to think about. It was almost Valentine’s Day and I was miserable. I didn’t really like Peter. I just liked what he offered me. Carter was just as miserable as I was; I could hear his emo music through the wall we shared. I needed to liven things up a little.
    Standing from my chair, I peeled off my clothes and picked out a sexy little nightie I had hidden in the bottom of my underwear drawer. It was see-through and would drive Carter insane. That was the plan, after all.
    I opened my door and tiptoed to his. Knocking softly, I called, “Carter?”
    “What?” he growled.
    “Can I come in?”
    “Sure. Door’s unlocked.” He sighed heavily and I almost felt bad for what I was about to do…almost.
    I ducked into his room and closed the door, leaning against it. “I need you,” I panted, and he jerked upright on his bed.
    “What?” His eyes flew wide and he swallowed.
    Narrowing my eyes, I toyed with the bow of my robe. “I need your opinion, Carter…is this sexy? I need to know for my boyfriend.” Peeling open the robe, I posed and watched his face.
    The desire I saw there nearly drove me insane. He wanted me, still.
    Blinking rapidly, he whispered, “Why are you doing this to me?”
    “Is it sexy?” I asked, needing some sort of validation from him.
    “Of course it is. You know that. Why are you here?” Suddenly, he pushed himself off the bed and stormed across the room, pressing me against the door. “Why are you tormenting me?” he demanded, his voice low and hoarse. “You’ve taken everything from me. You’re driving me insane.”
    Oh Carter…I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I am the way I am, or why I keep hurting you. I want you but I can’t have you. I just can’t. Staring up at him I whispered sweetly, “I trust you not to take advantage of me.”
    He growled low in his throat. “You came in my room naked, and you want to talk about taking advantage? You’re taking advantage of me.”
    I shrugged. “I could scream. Who will they believe? You or me?”
    He backed away from me and rubbed his forehead. “Please stop doing this to me, Brielle. Please,” he begged. “You don’t want me.”
    “Maybe, maybe not,” I whispered. Oh, but I do. Desperately. I want to be the girl you so desperately need me to be.