Sharing Samantha

And now, here we are. And here I am, my eyes locked on her, my cock pulsing between my thighs, and my jaw clenched tight.

Samantha McCue. The girl I just kissed is Martin’s fucking stepsister. Now, I can see that chafing anyone. I mean, I get it. I don’t have a sister or a step one but still. I’d be pissed if some guy I was thinking about getting into business with came and just fucking kissed her, if I had one.

But it’s more than that with Martin. It’s…creepier than that with him. Cause Martin isn’t just an asshole, he’s a sleazy asshole. The guy has half a dozen pending sexual harassment charges against him that his own company is trying to bury internally. And in the few short weeks we’ve known him, especially since he invited us up to his mother’s place for Thanksgiving dinner, he’s mentioned a few times how much he likes his stepsister Samantha.

…How much he really likes her. Let’s just say he’s got a thing for Samantha. Actually, he hasn’t really shut up about it. And he’s said some real fucked up stuff, too.

And I just kissed her. And I’m standing here alone with her, imagining tearing her clothes off—imagining her sliding that sweet, tight little pussy down on my cock as she rides me good.

Shit.

I should walk away. This job is make or break for Gavin and me. Fucking it up just to…

I lose my train of thought. Because right then, I look at her, our eyes lock, and fuck, I’m lost. Right then, I fucking drown in those big green eyes.

Hard.

My skin prickles, blood roaring in my ears. And fuck, my cock turns to steel in my pants. My cock wants to fucking tear a hole in my pants and her damn skirt. It’s fucking primal is what it is.

It takes me second to realize she’s said something, and I shake my head clear of the thoughts of claiming her.

“Sorry, what?”

She grins. “I said, and you are…?”

“Reece,” I manage to mutter out. “Reece Jackman.”

Her face suddenly goes bright red, and I frown as she pulls a step away from me.

“Oh,” she says quietly.

I frown deeper. “Oh?”

“You’re one of Martin’s’ friends.” She chews on her lip, looking away. “Lynn mentioned he was bringing two friends to dinner tomor—”

“We’re pitching his company an algorithm,” I growl. “My friend Gavin and me. That’s it.”

Silence falls over the both of us, and I clear my throat, trying to figure out how to tell her that her idiot stepbrother is definitely not a friend of mine, without crossing a line.

“It was real nice for him and your mom to—”

“Stepmom.”

I nod. “Right, stepmom. Well, Martin wanted to keep talking about the pitch, and it’s not like Gavin and I had anywhere else to go for Thanksgiving.”

She smiles wryly. “Great minds think alike,” she sighs.

“You too, huh?”

She nods. “Nowhere else to go, so why not?”

“And here we are,” I murmur. “Cheers.”

I raise the flask, taking another sip before passing it her way.

“So that guy was, what, your ex?”

She makes a face. “Regrettably.”

“Real prick?”

“Well, he cheated on me, with the girl he’s here with tonight. Who’s also his fiancée now.”

“Wow, douche,” I growl. “Sounds like they deserve each other.”

She laughs dryly. “Yeah, he was a real piece of work. Trust me, not a big loss. I mean especially after that time he—”

Sam stops herself, but I frown, leaning closer. “That time he what?”

She sighs. “It was a while ago. He was out late drinking and came by pissed about a work thing. We got into a fight about something, and he…”

She shrugs, and my brow narrows.

“And he what?”

“Nothing,” she mutters. “Just hit me a few times. Knocked me around.”

I freeze, my muscles rippling as the blind rage sinks through me like black ink. I growl, my jaw clenched, and I turn towards the door to the house as a red mist clouds my vision.

“Whoa, hang on,” she says quickly, tugging me back by the sleeve. “What? Where’d you go just now, caveman?”

I arch a brow and she grins. “You went all tough and caveman on me.”

“I was planning on going back in there and punching his teeth down his throat, actually.”

She grins as she twists her lip between her teeth.

“You my knight in shining armor?”

I laugh darkly. “Not so shining or white armor, but yeah.”

“Well, I’ve never had a knight before.”

“That’s a damn shame,” I murmur.

My hands slide to her on autopilot, before I can even stop myself. I pull her close, even with the voice in my head roaring that I shouldn’t be doing this, that I’m jeopardizing everything that Gavin and I have worked hard for with every millimeter closer I pull her.

I shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t care. I can’t stop myself, and I can’t hold back from her another fucking second.