BAD LUST: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 1) (2 page)

That
’
s exactly what he did to
me. But I wanted it that way.

I wait a few seconds and hear the
whimpering sound again. I quickly grab a piece of paper next to the sink and
move to help the poor girl. I figure I could say something to her about Jake.
Make her not feel so alone in this.

I creep along the bathroom stalls
and turn the corner. I open my mouth to get her attention, but all my words are
stolen. Hell, my breath is stolen. My ability to move is stolen. I
’
m frozen solid at the sight
before me.

It
’
s
the same woman, yes, but she
’
s
not whimpering or crying in pain. She
’
s
on her knees in the damn bathroom while Jake sits on a small leather couch, his
hand at the back of her head, pressing hard as her mouth pleasures him. He lets
out a grunt and then looks right at me.

He smirks again and I
’
m standing there like an idiot
with a piece of paper towel in my hand thinking I
’
m
going to help this woman stop crying.

But she
’
s far too busy to even know I
’
m there.

Jake winks at me and puckers his
lips. He mouths to me
…
Hey.
You want a turn, sweetie?

My body warms over. I shake my
head. I don
’
t want a turn.
I had a turn already. And Jake stares at me like I
’
m a goddamn stranger. More than that, he doesn
’
t give a shit that someone
’
s watching this. In fact, he
makes it all hotter
…

Jake puts both hands to the woman
’
s shoulders and lifts her.
“
Hey, stop that.
”

Her mouth comes off him with a wet
sound.
“
What
’
s wrong?
”
she asks, out of breath.

“
Get
up here. Get on me. I want to fucking fill you up.
”

Dirty talk. And I
’
m standing right there. The same
shit he said to me.

The woman climbs up his body. She
has no idea I
’
m there.
Why
the hell am I here?
I should just turn and walk away. But I kind of can
’
t.

Jake is fast and perfect as this
seduction and screwing stuff. His hands slide down the woman
’
s body, keeping her attention to
him. He lifts up her dress and she
’
s
not wearing any panties. He positions the woman over him and then grips
himself.

I can
’
t
help but look at his cock.

He did the same fucking thing to me
…

I think I want it again. But if
he doesn
’
t
remember me, what chance do I have?

2.

(Jade)

His hand holds
mine tight. He takes me to the stairs and I
’
m following him. I look around the party,
trying to find Katelyn. We
’
re
really not supposed to really break apart but I can
’
t help myself right now.
The three drinks I had are making me feel really loose. On top of that, Jake is
sloppy drunk and aggressive.

Once w
e
’
re upstairs, he kicks
open a door, and he throws me into the room. The door slams and he points to
the bed.

“
Sit,
”
he growls.

I sit.

He approaches me, his hands
on
his pants. He opens them and pushes them right down, showing me his massive
cock. He pops free and strokes himself once, then touches my cheek with the
same hand.

I
’
m shaking. I
’
m so wet it
’
s
uncomfortable.

“
See
what you do to me?
”
he asks.
“
That
pretty
,
rich girl thing drives me fucking crazy. All those
fucking whores down there would do anything because of who I am. But you
’
re the temptation, not
me. Are you a virgin?
”

I gasp.
“
That
’
s personal
…”

“
You
’
re right. I
’
ll find out soon enough.
Now open your fucking mouth, sweetie. You look hungry.
”

Again, I should stand and run.
Slap him again. Kick him in the balls.

But I don
’
t.

I reach forward, place my
shaking fingers around his thick shaft, and I open my mouth.

Because it
’
s fucking Jake. And he
wants me.

I put my back against the wall
outside the bathroom. There
’
s
no real set start or stop times for things. It
’
s
just a simple open mic night. And nobody really comes to watch anyone talk,
sing, or play an instrument. It
’
s
just a fun hangout.

I need to think about my songs. The
notes to play. The lyrics to sing. But all I can think about is the thickness
of Jake
’
s cock. Him lifting
and lowering that woman to him. Over and over. His fingers digging into her
ass, his middle fingers between her cheeks, probably tempting his fingertips
somewhere else.

Just like he did to me.

“
Hey,
there she is,
”
a voice
yells.

It
’
s
Katelyn, waving at me. She points and whistles.

People look at me. A few start to
clap. I give a nervous wave. I wonder if anyone recognizes me. They don
’
t seem like the type that would
give a damn about my father though.

I walk toward the side of the stage
and walk up on it. I walk to the keyboard and sit down. There
’
s a few dim lights on me. I look
at the tables. Half are full. A few people are looking at me. Waiting. A few
others are talking. Some have their eyes wide, glued to their cell phones.

“
Hey,
”
I say into the mic. My voice
booms and I
’
m scared.

“
Hey!
”
a few people call back at me.

I swallow. I put my fingers to the
keys.

My father once told me that if I
ever get nervous, just shut my eyes for a second and take a breath. That
’
s what he would do before big
meetings.

I shut my eyes. I start to take a
breath
…
and it takes me
back to Jake.

My mouth pulls back on him. He
steps back, teasing me with his cock. I lick my lips, wanting more. I only ever
did this
to
two other guys. One didn
’
t finish and the other
did, but he pulled away and turned while he came. No surprise that my sex life
and stories are boring and sad.

But not tonight.

J
ake looks at me. His
eyes are
glossy.
“
Stand
up, sweetie
.
”

In a minute
,
I
’
m naked. Stripped naked
by Jake and his strong and aggressive hands. His fingertips
slide
along my body, from my shoulders down to my nipples, then down to my pussy. He
touches me with every damn finger of his, bringing me to my toes.

I moan. It feels good. I want
him to know it feels good.

But he
’
s perfect at this game.
He
’
s the one
who probably invented it.

Jake sits on the bed and looks
wobbly. He
’
s
shitfaced right now.

I don
’
t care. I need this so
badly
.
My father told me before his vacation that I better be ready for a big change
in life. I don
’
t
know what it means, but if it
’
s
anything with his political aspirations, I need to have my fun right now.

Jake reaches for me and pulls me
towards him. His cock is so long and thick. I straddle the bed, trying to move
naturally and
instinctively
. Like my body knows what it wants.

His hands slide down around my
ass and he squeezes me.

I groan.

His mouth engulfs one of my breasts.

One of his hands lets my ass go
and then I feel him guiding his cock right at me.

In seconds, he
’
ll know just how tight I
really am.

I open my eyes and start to play
the keyboard. It all comes to me so naturally, like it always has. Nobody in my
family can play an instrument but me. After my mother left, I asked for a
keyboard because I wanted noise to chase away how hurt I was. My father bought
anything I asked for. When I couldn
’
t
play the keyboard and it was just bad notes, he signed me up for lessons.

And as crazy as it was, Jake
’
s mother was kind of an
inspiration to me. Up until she just literally stopped playing piano and almost
disappeared. Maybe that made Jake even more appealing for me. How someone so
beautiful like Rebecca Preatt could give birth to something so horrible (yet
crazy sexy) like Jake Ziggern.

I take another breath and start to
sing.

The first song feels so easy. It
’
s almost relaxing for me. I feel
normal. Nobody snapping my picture. Nobody asking me a question about not having
a mother. Or how good of a father I have. Or what it
’
s like to be young and rich. Or if I have to pay
for college. Or if I
’
m
going to take a job at my father
’
s
company.

When I finish, I take my hands off
the keyboard. I wait for approval but it really doesn
’
t come. Everyone is busy. Maybe ten people clap for
me. I look to my left and Katelyn is giggling with the bartender.

I put my fingers back to the
keyboard and get ready for the second song. As I start to play, I see movement
from the corner of my eye. I don't want to look but I have to.

There
’
s
Jake, walking along the floor, hands in his pockets. He finds an empty table
and sits down. He puts his feet up and hands behind his head. A few seconds
later I see the woman he had been with walking to someone at the bar. It
’
s a guy.

Did Jake really have the balls to
screw someone
’
s girlfriend
while their boyfriend was at the bar?

Talk about a total badass.

I keep playing the same part over
and over on the keyboard, my eyes stuck on Jake. He
’
s staring right back at me. He shows no emotion.

Does he even remember I was just in
the bathroom? Watching him?

It angers me as much as it confuses
me. And it turns me on.

I put my lips to the mic and Jake
smirks. It makes me freeze up again. So I run through the beginning of the song
one more time.

I see Jake
’
s ass thrusting so hard
at th
e
woman. Her hair
’
s
in her face, her mouth open, groaning with each pump. He looks back at me and
nods.

“
What
’
s up, sweetie?
”
he asks.
“
You need something? You
want to get in on this?
”

I gasp. The woman is breathing
heavy. Her hands gripping Jake
’
s
shoulders tight.

I stare at him.
“
Jake
…
?
”

“
Yeah?
What?
”

“
It
’
s
…
me.
”

Am I really talking to him right
now? While he
’
s
screwing someone else?

“
Who
are you?
”
he
asks.

I gasp again.
“
You don
’
t
…
remember
…”

“
Sweetie,
unless you
’
re
going to take your pants off and come over here, get out.
”

“
Hurry,
”
the woman moans.
“
I
’
m so close.
”

He doesn
’
t remember me. He doesn
’
t even know me. It wouldn
’
t be that much of a shock
because our lives were so far apart and different
…
but he had just fucked me two nights ago
…

I
’
m
able to get the lyrics out this time. I start the song and am able to keep my
composure. I
’
m singing a
song about being lonely, which seems so twisted and ironic.

I promise myself I won
’
t look at Jake.

He doesn
’
t matter.

If he forgot about me, I
’
ll forget about him. It
’
s not like we
’
re ever going to have to get to
know each other.