Semua Bab CRAVING MY FORBIDDEN STEPBROTHER: Bab 51 - Bab 60

I almost don’t do it.I’ve been up since five. I know because I watched the clock go from 4:58 to 5:00 and then I gave up pretending and sat on the edge of my bed and picked up my phone. The video is still there. It’s been there since Wednesday. I put the phone face down on the mattress and get up and go to the window and stand there looking at nothing, then go back and sit down and pick it up again.The beach house is tomorrow. That’s what I keep telling myself. One week and then I come back and I do this properly, when I’ve thought it through, when I know exactly how to use it without making things worse.I put the phone face down again.My thumbnail finds my palm.Jace walking away down that corridor. The unhurried footsteps. The way he straightened his jacket like we’d just finished a perfectly reasonable conversation and he had somewhere better to be.Cain on that gym floor. His arm at that angle. His voice saying my name like he wasn’t sure I was real.I looked for you.I pick t

“I’m telling you, the sat nav said turn left.”“There was no road on the left, David.”“There was a road.”“It was a field.”“It was a very wide path.”Amelia drops her head into her hands. “I am begging you. We have heard this six times.”“The voice,” her father says, sitting up straight. He clears his throat and goes completely flat. “In four hundred metres, turn left.”Marcus loses it.My mother has her hand over her mouth and Amelia’s mother is shaking her head, and even Cain’s mouth has done something at the corner that isn’t quite a smile but is as close as he gets in company. I sit at the far end of the table and watch all of it and think about thirty minutes ago. My mother knocking on my door. Dinner’s ready, come down. Me sitting on my bed staring at the wall since the hallway, since his first love, since the way his hands went to her back without any hesitation at all. I had to wash my face before I could come downstairs and be a person again.Amelia’s parents arrived at six

The kitchen smells like butter and coffee. Amelia is at the stove in one of Cain’s old t-shirts, hair piled up with a few loose strands around her face, talking with one hand while the other works the pan. Cain is at the table with his coffee. Neither of them hears me come in. “—and I kept saying the tide’s coming in, and you just—” She laughs and glances back at him. “You didn’t even move. You just sat there.” The corner of his mouth does something. I step into the kitchen. “Morning,” Amelia says, clocking me, warm and easy. “Coffee’s fresh. Sit.” I pour a mug and wrap both hands around it and lean against the counter. “I was just telling Cain about that summer we were fifteen,” she says, turning back to the pan. “When both our parents went to that wedding and we had the whole house to ourselves.” A beat. “Three days. Just us.” The smile that crosses her face is private, pointed inward. “We barely left the house.” Cain’s thumb moves along the side of his mug. “I don’t know

I go out the door and the cold hits me and I walk. The beach is dark and the water is loud and I walk until my feet find the wet sand and I stop and let the cold come up between my toes. The waves come in slow and the wind is low and I stand there and breathe and think about nothing, which means I think about everything. The whole vacation so far, this morning, the beach, the disaster that was this night. Amelia kissing Cain. My throat tightened. Footsteps behind me snapped me out of my thoughts. Ryan comes to a stop beside me and shoves his hands in his pockets and looks at the water and we stand there for a while without talking. The cabin light is a warm smear behind us and the waves come in and pull back and neither of us is in a hurry. “She told me to go,” he says finally. “I know.” “She always tells me to go.” He says it without self-pity, just fact, the kind one has carried long enough that it stops hurting in the sharp way and starts hurting in the quiet way that the

He kisses me like he’s been starving for months and I’m the only thing that can feed him.Both hands cradle my face with possessive hunger, his mouth claiming mine in a hot, open collision of tongues and teeth. I stop being a person with thoughts and dissolve into pure liquid heat and aching want, the specific throbbing need in my dripping cunt that has tormented me through two long months of empty nights finally finding its release. I kiss him back just as desperately, both hands fisted tight in his hair, yanking him closer, and the deep guttural groan that vibrates from his chest into my mouth shoots straight down to my soaked pussy. I press my body flush against his, hips already grinding for friction, because I need more of that sound, more of his heat, more of every thick hard inch of his cock I’ve been craving in the dark.His hands find the hem of my hoodie, fingers brushing the sensitive skin of my stomach.I lift my arms without hesitation.The cool air hits my bare skin for