Stepbrother three, jewel crotan [reading comprehension books .TXT] 📗

didn’t intend on talking to him. He came up to me. I didn’t even know he was going to be there.”

“Then why did you have his card?”

“He made me take it. He pushed it into my hand.”

“I don’t want excuses. Just stay the fuck away from him, Avery. I’m serious.”

He pulled out his phone and began scrolling through his emails, indicating that the conversation was over. My blood boiled. What gave Cole the right to decide who I could and couldn’t talk to? He had been in some kind of serious conversation with Kalia, whom he obviously had some kind of history with.

And just because I’d talked to a couple of men tonight – one who I hadn’t even met before, and one who I hadn’t seen in years -- he was allowed to pull me out of there and then make rules about what was acceptable? Not to mention what he’d done to me in the closet-- pushed his fingers up inside of me, played with my pussy and my clit until I’d come, when just an hour before he’d agreed that couldn’t happen again.

I was sick of it.

Cole stayed silent the whole ride back to his apartment, and the whole time all I could think about was how I wanted to just pack up my shit and leave. Being around him was reminding me just how cocky and arrogant he was. He’d always tried to boss me around like this we were younger, and now that he had money, he was acting even more entitled.

When we finally pulled up in front of Cole’s building, the driver held the car door open for us, and I stepped out onto the sidewalk.

I hesitated, wondering if I should just be a huge baby and pitch some kind of fit right here on the street, refuse to go upstairs with Cole until he apologized for treating me like his property.

I stayed rooted in place as Cole stepped out of the car.

His eyes raked up my body, moving over my legs, my hips, and lingering on my chest. “Tomorrow we’ll get you some clothes that actually fit. I don’t want you walking around the city like that.” He turned and began to walk toward the lobby.

“Oh, really?” I called after him, just looking for a reason to fight. “Because you certainly didn’t mind it when we were alone in your apartment. And I didn’t hear any complaints when you pulled me into that closet a little while ago.”

He turned around, his eyes hard and cold. “Keep your voice down.”

“Why?” I asked. “Are you ashamed, Cole? Afraid what people are going to think? Because you sure as hell didn’t care what I thought of you when you left in the middle of the night without saying goodbye.”

“You keep saying that!” he growled, walking back across the sidewalk toward me. “You keep accusing me of shit when you don’t know anything about that night, you don’t know anything about what I did!”

“Yeah, and you keep saying that I don’t know what I’m talking about, and yet you don’t tell me anything! So what am I supposed to think?”

“You’re supposed to think that I wouldn’t have left you unless I had a damn good reason.” chapter two

“Why? Because I’m supposed to trust you?” I shook my head. “Are you serious, Cole?” It was true. How could I really ever trust him? He was totally untrustworthy. I saw it growing up, in the way he would use girls for his own pleasure before tossing them aside, how a smile and a charming word would get him out of trouble. But most of all, I knew it firsthand, because of the way he’d left, because of the way it made me feel.

“Yes, I’m serious,” he said. “You should know that – ”

But before he could finish, the door to his building opened, and the doorman poked his head out.

“Mr. Buchanan?” he asked. “I’m sorry to interrupt, sir, but there was an incident while you were gone.”

“What kind of incident?” Cole asked.

“A man came to see you, sir. He was very adamant about getting upstairs.”

My heart stopped. Gordon. It had to be. Who else would show up at Cole’s apartment? He was probably looking for me. He’d probably come to take me back home. Either that or he’d came to talk to Cole. And do God knows what.

“Gordon,” I said to Cole. “It had to be.”

I’d never felt such pleasure – like the way he’d kissed me on the mouth, he knew what he was doing down there, his fingers and mouth moving in a hypnotic rhythm. His mouth was warm, his tongue sliding inside of me, his thumb rubbing my clit while his fingers fucked me.

I could feel my orgasm building, becoming more powerful until it threatened to overtake me like a tidal wave.

“Cole,” I breathed. “Cole, I’m going to come.”

“No.” He stopped, his hands grabbing my hips and holding me still. “Not yet.”

He slid up my body until his cock was right at my entrance, poised against my hole. He stroked the head of his dick up and down my slit, and I arched my back as he grabbed onto my nipple with his mouth, sucking as ground his hips against mine.

“Shit, Avery, you’re so fucking wet,” he breathed as he moved against me. “I want to fuck you, baby.”

“I want you to,” I said. “Please, I want you to fuck me, please, Cole.”

My begging seemed to excite him, and he began to move up and down faster and faster against my pussy. Every time I felt like he was going to slide inside of me, he’d slow down. His body felt perfect against mine, our eyes locked on each other as he moved against me.

Even without him going inside of me, I could feel my orgasm building again, the warmth starting in my pussy and moving through my body, gaining momentum.

I moaned and Cole looked down at me and grinned.

“You want to come on me, baby?”

“Yes,” I whispered, not trusting myself to say anything more. I was afraid if I said the wrong thing he would stop, and take this insane pleasure away from me -- and if he did, I was afraid I would go insane.

“Do it. Come for me, Avery. Come all over my dick.”

Him saying the words was enough to push me over the edge and I came on him, my pussy convulsing on his cock.

“Fuck,” he swore as I came, pushing my legs apart and moving his dick up and down faster and harder.

He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock, guiding it as I jerked him up and down.

“Fuck, Avery,” he said. “You are so fucking sexy.” He came a second later, shooting his load as I stroked him.

When he was done, he collapsed on top of me, the weight of his body pressing into mine. My heart was beating fast, and I could feel his heart racing inside his chest, too.

He kissed me softly on the forehead and then rolled off of me, over to the other side of the bed. As soon as he was gone, I wanted his body back on top of me.

We lay there in the dark for a long moment, not saying anything.

After a moment, I got up and headed for the bathroom.

My face was flushed and red, and I splashed water on it, trying to calm myself down. My eyes were shiny and bright with excitement.

I couldn’t believe I’d just done that with my stepbrother, let him touch me and lick me and push his tongue up inside of me. It made me horny all over again, just thinking about it.

But why hadn’t we had sex? I’d wanted to, and I’d made that pretty clear. So what had stopped him? Cole was the definition of a womanizer, having a different girl in his bed almost every night. So why hadn’t he wanted to sleep with me?

I took a few deep breaths, waiting until my breathing had slowed to normal before returning to the bedroom. I went to grab my pajamas from where they were laying in a pile on the floor, but Cole propped himself up on one arm.

“No,” he said. “I want you naked.”

I shook my head. “I’m not sleeping naked.” I reached down and picked up the tank top, but Cole reached out and grasped my arm.

“My rules, remember?”

I hesitated for a moment, then dropped the garment onto the floor. I climbed into bed, making sure to stay on my side. The last thing I wanted was for Cole to feel like I expected him to stay here with me, or that I felt like he owed me anything.

Cole slid the blankets off my body, letting his gaze move over my naked body.

His hand reached out and slid over my breast, then down the side of my stomach and the curve of my hip.

Then suddenly, he was on top of me again, his hands pinning my wrists to the bed. I felt him growing hard against my bare pussy, and I immediately got wet again.

“Do you know how bad I want to fuck you, Avery?” he growled. “Do you know how hard it is having you here, walking around in those tight little outfits, looking so god damn sexy? All I can think about is getting into your tight little pussy, how you would feel spreading out around my cock.”

He was holding my wrists hard, and his fingers pinched my skin. “Please,” I said, wiggling a little bit. “Please, Cole, you’re hurting me.”

It was like a switch flipped.

“Come inside,” Cole said to me, and I followed him into the lobby.

“Like I said, Mr. Buchanan, I’m sorry to interrupt your conversation, but I thought you would want to know as soon as possible.” The doorman’s tone was professional and measured, but you could sense concern under the surface – whatever had happened tonight had definitely been out of the ordinary.

“Thank you, Graham,” Cole said. “And it’s fine. My conversation was over.”

I resisted the urge to scream. It was good to know that I had no say in when we were done talking about something.

“Can you tell me what he looked like?” Cole asked.

“He was about five ten, black hair and a mustache,” Graham said. “He was vehement that you were supposed to have left a key for him, and when I told him you hadn’t, he asked if he could access the apartment anyway. He was polite at first, but then he got a little mouthy with me. When I told him we had security cameras and if he didn’t leave soon we’d have to call the police, he took off.”

I frowned. That didn’t sound like Gordon. The physical description was all wrong.

“Are you sure he wasn’t taller?” I asked. “With no mustache?”

“Avery,” Cole said, shooting me a warning look. But I was sick of shutting up. Gordon was a threat to my safety too – in fact, he was probably