บททั้งหมดของ Dear Stepbrother, I Want You: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

“Genie.”“Finn?” My voice cracked, and I hated it. “What are you—what are you doing here?”I know that voice. It shouldn’t have knocked the breath out of me, but it did. That voice. I can tell a smirk is already tugging at his lips before I’d even fully turned.Finn Anderson. The guy I kissed last Friday. At Kyle's party. The only person that made me forget about Ryder Saint for one time. I spun around, and yep there he was. Just I had known. Finn Anderson.He leaned casually against the hood of some sleek black car, a smirk dancing on his lips, messy blonde hair falling into his blue eyes. His hands are shoved into his pocket like he's on a style mission. He looked… hot. Kissable. He had some bruises on his lips. It must have been from the fight last week. Courtesy of my dear Step brother. Seeing him like that makes me feel bad. I haven't even thought about him since then. I was busy with the thoughts of Ryder plus family drama that somehow escaped my mind. Meanwhile, this isn't

“Gennie” my best friend’s voice yells ecstatically down the line. I had just gotten home. We haven't had time to catch up all week and she postponed the trip to Target once again. She didn't need the clothes until Friday night after all. Her tone is so high and so sharp that I removed the phone from my ear and glared at it. I rolled my eyes even though she couldn't see me.“What the hell have you been doing with Finn Anderson?” she says in the same high pitched voice.“I know, I know.” I heaved a sign and sank further into my bed, pulling the teddy bear against my chest as I grin from ear to ear. “Where have I been when all this is happening?” She asked.“Lurking somewhere with Liam.” I chirped in. “I haven't spoken to my best friend all week!” Lexi states. There’s a hint of disappointment and irritation in her voice and to be honest I can't blame her also. I've summersaulted into a war with my stepbrother and a prospective boyfriend. “I missed you, how did today go?“Good. I th

Throughout the ride back to my house, I was quiet. Not because the date was bad but because my mind was on my step brother. Finn had thought he did something wrong and kept asking on the way. He wouldn't tear his eyes off me.“Finn, please focus on the road, I'm not ready to die young.” I say again when he swirls quickly before a car and avoids a crash. If I think Ryder is a bad driver, then it's because I haven't met Finn. I don't know how he keeps his eyes on my face and on the road at the same time. “Don't worry sweetheart, nobody is dying young.” He says, his yes still on me. One arm around the wheel, body in the seat but eyes on me. If his plan is to kill us, then it's definitely working. Gives Ryder a better chance at sending me off in sheer mockery. “Then try to focus on the road.” I say. My voice sounded like I was almost begging because the hell I am. “Until you tell me what's wrong.” He slows down. We entered my neighborhood and it wouldn't be minutes before he pulled int

Ryder is in my bathroom. Ryder is right here in my fucking bathroom. For a second, I'm too stunned to do or say anything. The steam has fogged the bathroom mirror but there's not mistake here's right there standing and starting at me. My brain could only do one thing at that moment which is to stare back. He leans against the door. His arms and ankles crossed and a dark spark dances in his cloudy gaze. He’s watching me with an daunting focus like he’s a ravenous predator salivating after his prey. His attention slides down my body and I follow his gaze. Water still drips from my loose hair, creating rivulets down my skin. The towel barely hides the top of my breasts and stops at the middle of my thighs. This is bad. My heart raced but not at the sight of a prospective danger but because of the hunger in his eyes as he rake me from top to bottom then button to top. Suddenly, I feel the need to cover my self. I cross my arms over my chest. Standing in front of Ryder in nothing but a tow

After he left, I stayed in the bathroom for over twenty replaying what had just happened.Ryder came into the bathroom to torment me after days of not speaking to me. The only logical excuse I could come up with is him being jealous even if he acted like a jerk and outrightly denied it.“We both know you think of me when you reach down beneath your sheets and touch yourself pretending it's me.”He's right and I hate to admit. I think of him every night. I touch myself and pretend it's hands stroking my folds, stretching me and expanding my virgin cunt. I moan with each hand I trust in, pretending it's his. He has no idea how often I think of him. He only has to reach this far to realize. Now I'm in bed, dressed in my pajamas replaying what happened earlier. I could feel my body moving up at the sensation.I replayed the hardness of his outlines rod in his pants when he leaned in. Even if it's just in the pants and there's a towel in between us, that piece of clothing did nothing to co