Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
It takes a superhuman effort, but somehow, I manage to step back and put space between us. Lily makes a moan in protest and reaches out for me, but I move out of the way. “No, not like this. Not when you’re afraid of the storm, looking to me for comfort.”
“Colt—”
“When I finally kiss you, it’s going to be because you want it. Not because you’re looking to me for shelter.”
“But I do want it!”
I shake my head. “Tomorrow. When the sun’s out, if you can think clearly, if you truly want this, then we’ll talk.”
I take the flashlight I dropped on the floor earlier and place it in her hands.
“Colt…”
But I’m already at the door, my hand on the knob, my eyes away from her half-naked body. If I stay a moment longer, I won’t be able to leave. “And put a shirt on, Lily, goddamn it.”
Before she can respond, I’m out into the hallway and closing her door behind me. Through the door, I can hear her moving around, hopefully getting dressed. That won’t do much, though, to get the image of her naked breasts out of my mind tonight.
Back in my room, I strip out of my soaked briefs and climb into bed, staring up at the ceiling as the storm continues to rage outside. I’m wrapped so tight that every nerve ending inside is on fire, desperately aching for what’s just across the hall.
Twenty feet, that’s all. Twenty feet to paradise and damnation, all wrapped up in one perfect package.
She’s right there, just across the hall, half-naked or naked. All I have to do is rush over there and take her. Have her. Make her mine. But my God, what would that do to our family? How would I ever explain that to Dad? To Katherine?
“Oh, by the way, guys. Yeah, me and Lily? We’re…you know…together now.”
Right, that would go over just great.
I can’t help but wonder, though, Is she that innocent? The thought of her with other men sends a spike of jealousy through me that physically hurts. I’ve never felt this kind of rage in my life. I’m going wild. Normally, I couldn’t care less about women. Sure, I’ll have a casual fling here and there, but I never let myself get tied down. But for Lily? Damn, I’d swear my life to her.
My cock is like a spear between my legs, preventing me from lying on my stomach. There’s nothing I want more now than to storm into Lily’s bedroom, snatch that towel off her waist, bend her over, and pump my hard-on in her.
I can’t even imagine the sound she’d make when I spread her open. If she truly is a virgin, I bet she’d gasp. It would be a combination of that slight hint of pain as I popped her cherry, mixed with the delight of overwhelming pleasure as I began to thrust.
God, just the thought of what her beautiful unclaimed body would look like as I pounded her from behind has pre-cum spilling from my dick. I use it to lube up my erection and begin stroking. In seconds, I’m coming all over my lower abs, picturing my stepsister’s tits rocking back and forth as I fuck her.
“I’m a bad man,” I grunt as I stand. “This has to be it. The last time.”
I scowl at myself in the mirror, wiping my cum with a towel. She’s my goddamn stepsister. What the hell is wrong with me?
Tomorrow I’ll make Lily realize she can’t want me, that us being together is wrong. She’ll stop teasing me, tempting me, and I’ll purge her from my mind.
But as the thunder shakes the house and the rain splashes against the roof, I know I’m lying. Nothing will change tomorrow. The desire between us is all-consuming. We’re two planets that will either orbit each other in harmony or cash together and destroy everything.
When I close my eyes, all I see is Lily’s half-naked body, those gorgeous green eyes sparkling with the golden light of the candle, fearless in her desire for me.
Tomorrow…
I’ll either find a way to fix this or she will consume me. And I’m not sure which.
5
LILY
It’s bright the next morning, and the storm is gone. I didn’t sleep a wink—not after what happened in my room. Not after standing there topless, exposed before my stepbrother, watching Colt wage a war within himself before turning his back on me and walking out.
The rejection still burns in my chest worse than the desire. Shame settles into my bones like heavy weights bringing me down. Sitting outside on the porch swing, I pull my knees to my chest and watch the mist rise from the lake, trying to figure out what to do next.
He wants me. I know he does. It’s obvious from the way he looks at me, the way he talks to me, the way he held me down at the dock. How hard he was. So why does he keep pulling away? Does he think I’ll stop?