บททั้งหมดของ Falling For My Hockey Stepbrother : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

SIRII have been staring at the ceiling since I woke up, blinking slowly. I was warm. I could still smell him on me. I could still feel his long, slender fingers deep in me, deeper than anybody has ever gone–and his fingers weren't the only thing going deep. I could still hear the way he had whispered my name repeatedly in that hoarse, deep voice. I could still feel him on my skin. When I woke up, you want to know the first words that slipped through my lips?“Jackson.”Yeah, I know. I decided that I hated this. Why? Because I was liking this a bit too much. It wasn't good. Every bell in my head was going off. It wasn't good at all. But what could I do? Tell my body to stop feeling? Tell my heart to quit racing? Stay away from him? But I couldn't. I know I couldn't, but I could reinforce my boundaries, tell him this is where he’s meant to cross, and not cross. That… I needed to do this. If we keep this just sexual, nobody would get hurt. No emotions that we couldn't handle would

I could be anyone. I could be anyone. I could be anyone. That mantra has been running on repeat in my head. And now I was standing in the middle of the suite Jackson had booked for us. I was standing right in the middle, in another country, and I couldn't fucking believe it. Jackson had taken care of everything like he’d promised he would. I had lied to my father and Lilian that I was going on a road trip with my new friend—well, that wasn't exactly a lie, and the café already found a temporary replacement. And I was in a five-star hotel in Vancouver. I felt like I was going to throw up from nerves. I sat at the edge of the bed, my hands folded in my lap, and waited.I needed Jackson to be here so I could know it was real. Till then, I didn't know what to do with myself. He had wanted us to travel together, our seats next to each other in the plane, but I glared at him and refused. People still didn't know we knew each other, or we were… stepsiblings. I wanted it to remain that wa

Since that evening in that bar, there has been this… fragile tension between us. There have been moments where the air felt too charged. Moments where just a brush of our fingers was enough to send a spark through me. And since that evening, this was the first time we'd been so… close. Jackson’s hair fell forward, his eyes cool. “Would you mind explaining something to me?” he said calmly like his weight wasn't on me, like his dick wasn't right in the middle of my core, throbbing and so heavy.“No,” I breathed, barely a whisper.“Interesting.”“Get off me, Jackson.” I didn't want him to. I wanted him to remain there. To move and grind that hard dick into me, to put out that fire in me that only seems to be growing. Thankfully, he didn't get off. “I distinctly remember being threatened last night.”I rolled my eyes. “I did not threaten you.”“No?” His expression and voice changed as he tried to mimic me. “Stay on your side of the bed, Jackson. Don’t touch me, Jackson. Keep your han

I have never, and I mean never, had sex like this before. This… this was art. It was something wild, untamed. We were like two beasts in heat, and there was beauty in that wildness. Freedom. None of us was trying to maintain a mask or a façade. We were absolutely drunk on pleasure, and we were pursuing nothing but that. Both our walls were stripped away, and nothing existed outside this room. Outside this bed. It was just us. It was just the two of us and this wild pleasure born between us. I drove my hips forward, slamming into her, my front slapping into her ass, the sound loud and sharp, echoing in my ears like a gunshot. “Ah, Jackson!” Siri was moaning really loudly, her voice hoarse. “That’s it! Just like that! Don’t stop! Don't you dare stop!”“I don't plan to stop until my dick is covered in your climax,” I growled as I slammed into her.“Even then, don't stop!”Ah, fuckkkk. After that, not a single word was said. It was just wild fucking, our loud moans and groans. Siri

“Childish,” Jackson repeated in a low voice, dropping the shirt back into the luggage, his jaw flexing as he stood to his full height.“Yes, Jackson. Fucking childish.”He leveled that cold look at me, and I refused to flinch away from it. I held my ground, looking into those eyes that had once held nothing but softness, but now they were made of steel. “You want to know what’s childish, Siri?”“No, Jackson,” I muttered, my voice dripping with false sweetness. “Please, enlighten me.”“This.” He gestured between us, his bicep flexing in his T-shirt. “This. Us. Whatever the fuck this is. You come to my bed at night, you hold me. Your head on my chest. You destroy my already crumbling walls. You come to my game, cheer for me, and act like I'm the only bloody man on the rink. But at the mention of people seeing us together, you act like I'm dirt under your shoe.”I held my bag closer to my chest as if it would somehow shield me from all… this. “That’s different. You… you don't understand