Love Affairs with my Stepbrothers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The mansion stood like something out of a fantasy novel, towering glass windows, silver-trimmed balconies, and the kind of silence that screams old money. Lena couldn’t stop blinking as she stepped out of the car, her sneakers crunching against the marble-tiled driveway. It was all too perfect, too cold, too… not hers.Her mom stood beside her, beaming with that kind of glow only love or marrying a millionaire could give you.“Come on, baby,” she said, looping her arm through Lena’s. “Welcome home.”Home.That word felt foreign.She wasn’t bitter. Not exactly. Her mom deserved happiness after years of scraping by. But this place wasn’t where she belonged—it reeked of wealth, of a life she’d never known. Of people, she wasn’t sure she wanted to meet.Especially him.Lena’s heart thudded as they walked up the steps and into the marble foyer. Every polished surface reflected her insecurities back at her. She’d worn jeans and a simple tank top, suddenly regretting not dressing to match th

The clock ticked slowly.Lena watched it from her bed, each second like a drop of water in a cave, echoing and endless.11:56 PM.She’d read the note a hundred times.“Can’t stop thinking about you. I’ll be in the pool after midnight.” —J.She told herself she wouldn’t go. That she shouldn’t. That whatever happened in the kitchen was a mistake—a fever dream fueled by tension and hormones and the unbearable heat of the summer night.But her legs didn’t believe her.Her heart didn’t either.So she slipped out of bed, breath shallow, fingers trembling as she pulled on a thin robe over her silk nightdress. She didn’t know why she cared about what she wore. She didn’t want to look like she cared. And yet…She paused at the door.Last chance to walk away.But she didn’t.The house was quiet. Heavy with sleep. She tiptoed barefoot through the halls, down the staircase, and out through the back patio doors.The night air was warm, tinged with jasmine and chlorine. Crickets sang in the distanc

The cabin creaked under the weight of the storm. Wind howled through the trees, rain hammering the wooden roof like nature had a bone to pick. I wrapped my arms tighter around my sweatshirt, but it did nothing for the heat building under my skin. Not from the weather. From them. Jaxon, Ezra, and Caleb. My stepbrothers. We hadn’t grown up together—thank God—but we’d been “family” for just under six months since Mom married their dad. Six months of awkward holidays, stiff greetings, and stolen glances I pretended not to notice. This weekend was supposed to be a bonding retreat. A family thing. Mom and their dad were supposed to come too, but their flight got canceled. And now, it was just the four of us. In one cabin. For three nights. Great. Jaxon tossed another log into the fireplace like he owned the place. His hoodie hung low on his hips, sweatpants sitting just right on his V-cut abs. He caught me staring—and smirked. I quickly looked away, pretending to care about t

Jaxon’s voice poured into my ear like warm whiskey.“Truth or dare, Layla?”My body was already vibrating, trembling between them—Ezra in front of me, Jaxon behind, Caleb pressing kisses along my neck from the side. My mind tried to catch up, to understand how I’d gone from sitting on a couch awkwardly avoiding their eyes to being worshipped in the heated pool by three of the most forbidden men in my life.No—not just men.My stepbrothers.But it was too late to pull away now.My lips parted. My whisper came out broken.“Dare.”Jaxon’s hands slid around my waist, pulling me back against the hard ridge of his arousal. “Good girl.”Ezra’s lips brushed against mine. “I dare you to let go, Layla.”Then he kissed me.And not softly.His mouth claimed mine with a hunger that stole the breath from my lungs. I moaned into him as his tongue swept against mine, confident and slow. His hands roamed over my waist, dipping beneath the water to cup my hips, and I gasped into the kiss when he squeez

The scent of coffee hit me before my eyes even opened.It was rich, dark, and unfairly comforting. The smell of something normal, something grounding. Something that had no business being so tempting when I was still reeling from the way my stepbrother whispered in the dark last night.You moaned my name.God.I sat up on the couch, blanket tangled around my legs, heart already racing just knowing he was awake.Cole was in the kitchen, shirtless—as usual. His back was to me, defined muscles flexing as he poured a mug of coffee. The waistband of his sweatpants rode low on his hips, and I hated that my gaze followed that V-line disappearing beneath the fabric.“You’re grumpy when you wake up,” he said without turning around.I blinked. “You’ve been watching me?”He glanced over his shoulder, grinning. “You talk in your sleep. Drool a little, too. It’s cute.”I stood up fast, pushing past the tangle of blankets and embarrassment. “If I had a knife, I’d stab you.”He slid the second coffe