All Chapters of My Lover, My Stepbrother : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

This week I was paired with Aldrich for our final major project. It was a big requirement, we had to spend hours and hours working together. But the moment I told Vance I had to work with him, I saw the change in his eyes. It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t distrust. It was that raw, the feeling that I am the most precious thing he has, and the thought of anyone else taking even a little bit of my time or attention tears him apart inside.One night we were inside his car. Windows up, doors locked, soundproofed, completely alone where no one could hear a single word. He pulled me close before we went inside the house. His hands were tight around me, like he was scared I would slip away.“I know you have to work with him,” he said, and his voice was thick, heavy with feeling. “I know it is school. And I trust you. God, I trust you with my life. But Moissanite… it kills me. It physically hurts me to know you sit next to him for hours. That he gets to talk to you, laugh with you, see you smile. T

We walked out of the library hand in hand. His grip was warm and tight, holding my hand like he never wanted to let go. My legs still felt soft and weak. Every step I took, I could still feel the ghost of his fingers touching me so intimately under the table, hidden away where only we knew. My skin still tingled where he kissed and marked me, and my whole body felt alive just from being near him. People were walking past us, talking and laughing, but I didn’t notice any of them. All I saw was Vance. He looked calm on the outside, but I knew him better than anyone. I saw the soft fire burning in his eyes, the way he kept glancing at me like he wanted to pull me close and never let me leave his arms again. He wasn’t angry anymore, he just missed me, and he needed to show me how much I really meant to him. We reached his car. The big, black, private space that is always just ours. He opened the door for me gently, waited until I was seated, then climbed in fast and

Sunlight filtered soft and golden through the curtains, spilling across the bed and warming my skin. I stirred slowly, tangled in sheets and limbs, the first thing I felt was the heavy, solid weight of Vance wrapped all around me, one leg slung over both of mine, his chest pressed firm to my back, his arm locked tight over my stomach, his hand resting right there, exactly where it had been all night: possessive, tender, and claiming. I shifted just a little, and the faint, lingering ache inside me hummed gentle and warm, a sweet reminder of every touch, every kiss, every moment we’d been lost in each other. It didn’t hurt; it felt like he was still with me, still filling every space inside my heart and my body, proof I was wholly and perfectly his. “Morning, my love,” his voice rumbled low and sleepy against my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin right below my ear. He pulled me even closer, if that was possible, his fingers splaying wide over my belly. “W

The house was still quiet, and the sky outside was just starting to get a little light, like the sun was slowly waking up too. I opened my eyes slowly, still feeling heavy with sleep, but I wasn’t fully asleep anymore. I could feel Vance right next to me, his arm wrapped tight around my waist, his body pressed close to mine. We had stayed together all night, and when we finally fell asleep, we held on to each other so tight, like we were scared to let go even for a second. I could feel his warm breath against my back, and I could hear his heart beating slow and steady, right next to mine. I didn’t move. I just lay there, half awake, half still dreaming, when I heard the door make a soft sound. It opened slowly, quiet and careful, like someone was trying not to make any noise at all. I didn’t open my eyes wide. I just kept them closed, pretending I was still fast asleep, but I listened hard with every part of me. I felt him move. He sat up slowly, and I could feel

The house was dead silent, every light extinguished, every person fast asleep down the hall and far away from our room. The heavy weight of all the warnings and fear we had heard earlier still hung thick in the air, sharp, heavy, burning like live wires under our skin, but the second Vance stepped inside and turned the lock with a sharp, final click, all of it dissolved instantly. It melted away into something hotter, darker, hungrier than anything we had ever felt before, something that burned brighter than any flame and ran deeper than any fear. He didn’t waste a single second. He looked at me, and every part of him showed exactly how much he needed me, how he ached for me like I was the only thing that mattered in a whole world that wanted to tear us apart. He moved fast, his hands grabbing my waist hard, pulling me so close against him there was not even a breath of space left between our bodies. His lips crashed against mine with all the force of a storm, hard and hun