Wild Dreams [Story Collection]
I should have pushed them away, but my heart was pounding, and a thrill shot through me as Jake’s hand grazed my thigh.
From then on, it escalated. Stolen glances turned into lingering touches. They’d “help” me with chores, their hands wandering a bit too far. One afternoon, when our parents were out, Ryan pulled me into the laundry room, pinning me against the dryer. His lips brushed mine in a teasing kiss that left me breathless and aching. Jake walked in, not surprised at all, and joined in, his fingers tracing the curve of my breast through my shirt. “Our little secret,” they whispered, and I nodded, hooked on the forbidden rush. I knew it was wrong—they were my stepbrothers, after all—b