All Chapters of We shouldn’t be doing this, Step-brother: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

SiennaThe house was quiet — too quiet — except for the ticking wall clock and the hum of the air conditioner. My phone screen glowed faintly under my blanket as Jaxon’s message popped up:Jaxon: Can I come over?My heart skipped a beat. I stared at the message, reading it over and over. Every part of me screamed yes. I typed fast:Me: Come quietly. The door’s not locked.I pressed send, then froze when I heard it — the soft creak of my parents’ bedroom door opening.My stomach dropped. I quickly texted again, hands shaking.Me: Abort. Dad’s awake.I shoved the phone under my pillow, shut my eyes, and turned to my side, pretending to be fast asleep. My heart thudded so loud I was scared it would give me away.Footsteps echoed faintly down the hallway. My dad’s heavy but steady pace. He always had this habit — checking the house before sleeping. Every window, every door.He walked downstairs, the faint sound of the locks clicking as he checked them one by one. I could hear him mutterin

SiennaHis hands came up to cradle my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as his lips moved against mine with a tenderness that made my chest ache. But it didn’t stay tender for long. The ache quickly morphed into a sharp, desperate need. A low groan rumbled in his chest, and his kiss deepened, turning hungry, possessive.My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer. I could feel the hard line of his body against mine, the proof of his want pressing into my stomach. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, his eyes dark with a fire I felt sparking deep in my own core.“I need to feel you, Sienna,” he breathed against my mouth, his voice rough. “All of you.”His fingers went to the hem of my top, and he pulled it up and over my head in one swift motion. The cool air hit my skin, raising goosebumps, but his gaze was hot enough to burn them away. He just stared for a moment, drinking me in, before his hands were on my back, unhooking my bra with an expert flick.“You’re so beautiful,

SiennaThe house was quiet again. Too quiet.The kind of silence that made your mind replay everything you shouldn’t be thinking about.I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my blanket barely covering my legs. My body still felt like it was humming from earlier—every second of it flashing behind my eyes. The way he’d held me. The way he’d whispered my name like it was something sacred. The way it had almost all gone wrong when Dad came home.I turned over, burying my face in the pillow, but it didn’t help. My lips still tingled from his kiss. My heart wouldn’t calm down.Then my phone buzzed.Once.Twice.I grabbed it instantly.Jaxon: You awake?I stared at the screen for a second before typing back.Me: Couldn’t sleep.A few seconds later, the dots appeared.Jaxon: Same. Been thinking about you.My stomach flipped.Me: About me or about what happened?Jaxon: Both.Jaxon: You were perfect, Sienna. I keep replaying it in my head. Every single part.I bit my lip, smiling into the pi

SiennaI froze for a second when I heard the blaring horn outside. My heart jumped into my throat. “Oh no, no, no,” I whispered to myself, scrambling to gather the last of my scattered clothes.Footsteps followed immediately. “Sienna! Open up!” Kendra’s voice rang, sharp with laughter.I grabbed my bra off the couch—thankfully hidden from the guys—but it was too late for full discretion. I shoved it and the rest of the clothes into the nearest corner of my room, praying she wouldn’t notice everything else.Kendra barged in, hands on her hips, eyes wide. “Oh… wow,” she said, stepping over a pile of jeans and T-shirts. “Your room… Sienna, what happened here? Looks like a tornado hit.”I turned, cheeks flaming. “Shhh! Not now!” I hissed, pointing to the door. “They’re coming in—don’t say a word!”She raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Uh-huh, sure… I won’t say anything, but you owe me an explanation later.”I rolled my eyes and dove for the clothes. “Later is later. Now, play nice!”Footsteps

SiennaThe smell of coffee drifted through the house long before I even opened my eyes. It was Saturday—the day I’d been dreading all week.I sat up slowly, the ache in my chest hitting before my feet even touched the floor. The sunlight spilling through my curtains looked too bright for what the day meant. It felt unfair that the world could look so normal when everything inside me felt like it was breaking apart.Downstairs, I heard the sound of car doors slamming. Ezra’s laugh echoed through the open window, then Caleb’s voice—low and teasing as always.They were here.My stomach tightened. I rushed to the mirror, brushed through my hair, and slipped on the soft cream sweatshirt I’d left draped over my chair last night. I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard, but I didn’t want to look careless either. I wanted to look like someone worth remembering.When I came down, the house was alive with motion.Boxes lined the hallway. Suitcases stood stacked by the door. The faint s