Falling For My Stepbrother On Ice のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Dona's POV Peter did WHAT? I was absolutely, utterly taken aback. My brain couldn't process what I'd just heard. What did she mean, Peter came back? "That dipshit!" August snarled. He pushed past me and my mom and stepped into the house, and I followed him. We both stopped short in the living room, sporting that familiar, pinched face with the smug look plastered on it. Peter was sitting on our couch with his legs crossed, looking quite at home. He smiled at us. "Oh, hello, guys. Didn't know you'd be home quite so early." "What the fuck?" I whirled around to face my mom. "How did you allow this... this asshole to enter our house again?!" "Dona, calm down..." "Do you not remember what he did?" I snapped. "We're still in danger from Russell! Russell called me and he threatened to end our lives, because of that snake sitting on our couch. And you just let him back in? August, help me out here!" I glanced over my shoulder at August, who hadn't said a word or moved an inch. He was

August's POV After Dona left, I decided to go pack my own bags. I remembered how my dad had been able to access my hotel suite earlier and made a mental note to tell the receptionist to tighten security. No one gets in unless I authorize it. The last thing I needed was him showing up unannounced again. As I walked down the hallway toward my room, I passed the room my dad shared with Samantha. The door was slightly open. I glanced inside and stopped. Samantha was sitting in front of her mirror, and she looked like she'd been crying for hours. Her eyes were puffy and red, swollen at the edges. Her hair was undone, falling loose around her shoulders in a way that made her look smaller. Older and defeated. There was a picture frame in her hands. From where I stood, I could see a man and a little girl in the photo. The man had his arms around the little girl, both of them smiling. The little girl had to be Dona. Samantha was just sitting there, staring into the mirror like a frozen man

Dona's POVI led August to his car and held out my hand. "Keys."He reached into his pocket and pulled them out, dropping them into my palm. I unlocked the door and pulled it open, then gestured at the driver's seat. "Get in."He obeyed without arguing, and I walked around to the passenger side and climbed in beside him."I'm not a very experienced driver," I explained. "That's the only reason I'm putting you behind the wheel.""Jesus Christ!" He rolled his eyes. "I'm not drunk, Dona. I won't run us into a tree or something.""Good."He reached for the ignition, slid the key in, and then stopped. His hand dropped, and he leaned forward and put his head on the steering wheel.Then he started laughing hysterically.I stared at him in surprise. "What's going on?"August didn't answer. He just kept laughing, his shoulders shaking with mirth."August?"Still, he said nothing, and my worry started to build. "August, seriously. What's wrong?"He laughed harder. I reached over and shook his s

August's POVOn the couch, our bodies melted together in fluid grace, rather than heated and crazed grinding. Her softness cradled every hard place on me, molding to my chest, my groin, my thighs. Every delicate curve offered warmth and welcome and pure feminine invitation.“Augie…” she whispered against my mouth, though I knew she had nothing to say. Nothing that really needed to be said.We'd talked a lot since we'd met: talked and argued and made up, and argued again. Now it was time for our bodies to do all the communicating. She was partially naked from the neck down, save for the white bra she had on. I didn’t look, didn’t trust myself to see her yet and not completely lose control. I concentrated instead on kissing her temple, tracing her high cheekbone with my mouth, kissing my way to the lobe of her ear. And continuing to pull that fabric up, inch by inch, allowing only the tips of my fingers the pleasure of contact with her warm, soft skin.She was gasping, her choppy breat

Dona's POVI spent the rest of that Thursday hanging out with August in his suite, trying not to think about what he'd said about me driving him crazy. But it was there, unspoken but heavy regardless. I could sense that he did not want to speak about it, and so I had no choice but to respect his silence.That afternoon, August disappeared into the shower. The sound of water running filled the suite, and with nothing else to do, I finally picked up my phone. I vaguely remembered someone calling me over and over again while August and I were busy getting it on last night. I'd ignored it then. Now I couldn't anymore.When I unlocked my phone, I was utterly flabbergasted. Eleven missed calls and countless messages, all from Piper. Some of my coursemates were texting too, even people I hadn't spoken to much. People I barely knew.Immediately, my breath snagged in my throat. Something bad had happened, it had to. Why else would everyone be blowing up my phone like this?With shaky hands, I