Todos os capítulos de We shouldn’t be doing this, Step-brother: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

SiennaCars swarmed the road like a parade, headlights flashing, music blasting from rolled-down windows. Every time someone spotted Jaxon’s car, cheers rose into the night air—“Prom King!”“Lake House, baby!”“Jaxon Carter, you legend!”Jaxon grinned, one hand steady on the wheel, the other drumming the beat of the bass spilling from passing cars. He was intentionally driving slow, letting people honk and cheer as they sped past. Kendra and Caleb were somewhere ahead, leading the convoy, but it didn’t matter. All eyes were on him anyway.I sat beside him, the laughter and noise outside only feeding the ache burning inside me since the stupid dance. Ava’s smug face, her hands on his shoulders, the way the crowd worshipped them like they were some fairytale couple—it replayed in my mind over and over until I couldn’t sit still.I leaned closer, my lips brushing his ear. “Enjoying yourself, Prom King?”His smirk pulled wide. “Little bit. You jealous?”Instead of answering, my hand slid

SiennaThe night air still clung to my skin, sticky with sweat, lake mist, and Jaxon’s touch. My legs were trembling as I tried to fix my dress, my breathing shallow and uneven, like my body hadn’t yet realized the world kept moving. Jaxon was buttoning his shirt with that smug little grin he always wore after ruining me, and it made me bite back a laugh—even though part of me wanted to pounce on him all over again.I froze when I heard footsteps crunching over the gravel path. My heart almost jumped out of my throat.Tyler.He was a few meters away, his voice carrying low as he muttered, “Yeah, Dad… I hear you. I’ll be back before noon tomorrow.”My chest tightened. For a moment, I thought he was coming right toward us, that he’d see me flushed, wrinkled, exposed in ways no one else should. But the call tugged him in the opposite direction, and he turned, his silhouette fading back into the shadows toward the main house.Jaxon let out a low whistle once Tyler was out of earshot. “Dam

SiennaMy heart hammered so loud, I swore Jaxon could hear it. The floor creaked again — slow, steady. Whoever it was, they weren’t just downstairs anymore. They were climbing.The bedroom door was wide open, our clothes still scattered in the half-light. Panic surged through me.“Shit, Jaxon—” I whispered, already fumbling for my bra.“Quick,” he muttered, pulling his shirt over his head and hopping into his jeans.In less than a minute we were both dressed, though messy, our hair wild, skin still flushed from what we had done. We darted out into the hallway, bracing ourselves.But the footsteps… stopped.Instead, silence.We rushed down the stairs, every sound of our movement echoing in the empty house. My stomach twisted, my hands trembling as I clutched the railing.At the bottom, a blur of motion caught my eye. A shadowy figure — tall, fast — slipped through the open front door. By the time we made it outside, all we saw was the flash of taillights.The car peeled away, tires scr

SiennaMorning came too quickly. I barely slept, the mystery text replaying in my head like a bad dream. When my alarm buzzed, I groaned, rolling over to see another message from Jaxon already waiting.Jaxon: Morning, baby. Today’s the day. Dubai.Jaxon: Forget the creep. Just us.I stared at his words, my chest tightening. Easier said than done. But when I got up and started folding clothes into my suitcase, a strange thrill pushed past the fear. Dubai. A whole week together. Alone.Down the hall, I could hear drawers opening and closing—Jaxon was packing too. Mom and Dad had left for work early, telling us last night that a driver would take us to the airport by noon.I stuffed my bikinis at the bottom of the bag, hiding them under sundresses, my cheeks hot even though no one was watching. My mind kept drifting to Jaxon, wondering what he was packing.By the time I zipped my suitcase and dragged it downstairs, he was already in the living room, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder

SiennaAs soon as the call ended, I dropped my phone on the couch. My heart was still racing — not from the call, but from the way Jaxon was looking at me.He didn’t even wait. He stepped forward, eyes dark and steady. “Now… where were we?” he said softly, his voice brushing against my skin.Before I could answer, he kissed me — deep, slow, and hungry. I gasped against his mouth, my hands finding his shoulders. His lips moved with mine, gentle at first, then rougher as the heat grew between us.“Jax…” I whispered between breaths, but he didn’t stop. His hand slid down my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left. I could feel his heart thumping against my chest. Mine matched it.We stumbled back toward the bed, still kissing, still laughing. “We’re going to break something,” I murmured, giggling between his kisses.“Then let it break,” he said, grinning as his mouth found my neck.Every place his lips touched made my body tremble. My fingers slid through his hair, holding