Wrong: A Stepbrother Romance

I’ve wanted you for longer, I wanted to say. But sensation was rocketing to my clit as Liam pumped furiously, using my body just as I wanted him to. I moaned, pushing my breasts together, molding them tighter to his shaft as I felt him swell even harder between me. I watched in awe when he finally jerked his cock and with a roar, came all over my breasts, drawing back to growl and admire his thick, pearly handiwork.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this image.” He cupped my right breast and thumbing a drop of his seed. He rubbed it over my hard nipple like a lush body cream. My jaw dropped. I couldn’t help but love the way he staked his claim on me – it was simple, carnal and easily the sexiest thing I’d ever felt in my life. “I’m going to do everything I’ve ever dreamt of doing to you, Sasha,” Liam muttered. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

I bit my lip. I was so overcome with dizzy satisfaction that it barely occurred to me that I looked completely obvious walking out of Liam’s bedroom. My cheeks were flushed, my hair was a mess and since he’d torn my top off my body, I was wearing one of Liam’s T-shirts. Luckily, A.J and Max had already left to probably get food, since they ate about twelve meals a day, and Jenna had predictably followed, leaving Aria alone in the living room, twiddling on her phone till she glanced up. One look at me and her jaw dropped.

“What just…?” Her eyes flicked to Liam as he came up behind me. From the sound of it, he was only just pulling up his zipper. “Oh my – halle-fucking-lujah!” Aria screamed before bursting into a bunch of giddy squeals and proceeding to embarrass the ever-loving shit out of me. “Liam! Did you two just…? Omigod, you have no idea how long she’s wanted this, Liam! Since the day she walked in on you at the dinner party!”

The look he gave me suggested that he had no idea that had ever happened. A dirty smirk spread his lips and as my cheeks burned, I shook my head, trying but failing to get used to this bizarre new reality. I was fooling around with my stepbrother, my best friend had just found out and the rest of the world was about to as well. I had to laugh.

At least until I thought about my older sis

ter, Riley.

I’d never told her about my feelings for Liam because she was the first to declare her love for him, meaning she had “dibs” if our parents ever divorced. But she was married now, so it couldn’t be a big deal – right?

Of course, my mother would probably still lose her mind.

Liam’s father, too.

Shit.

Suddenly, I remembered why Liam and I were so very wrong together. I wanted it. I was certain I needed it and honestly, I didn’t regret a second of it. But in my heat, I’d briefly forgotten how much chaos would come with it.

“Come on, let’s get something to eat,” Liam murmured to me, his hand on the small of my back as he ushered me out the door. I smiled at him despite my racing pulse, walking out the door and forcing myself to giggle with Aria as I reminded myself that it was all on me.

I was the one who had opened Pandora’s box.

Chapter Four

After getting lunch with our friends, I didn’t see Liam for the rest of the day, which was pure torture, especially considering the way his fingers brushed my thighs under the table all afternoon. I was worked up and ready to feel his hands all over my body but unfortunately, he held off on the sex and I knew exactly why. He was an absolute animal in the bedroom. He only ever gave his all and there was no giving his all in the gym if he’d already given it in the sack. It was why he generally slept with his girls at night. Train, eat, fuck, sleep. And repeat. He and his friends were all the same in that way and I’d known it for ages. So if I wanted him, I’d have to wait till evening, when he got back from the gym.

And that sucked. A lot. Luckily, I had a job to distract me. Not so luckily, I worked with the person I least wanted to find out about me and Liam – my sister.

Riley and I had pooled our savings last year to open our gastropub, The Queen. The Queen’s Lounge, really, but everyone called it The Queen. It was a cozy, fifty-seater in the not-so-glamorous part of SoHo, close to the tunnel into Jersey. It was all we could afford and we weren’t sure it would bring in much business but we became an instant hit when Liam started coming with the guys from the gym. After training, they’d swing by to grab a bite and a beer. Women caught on to the fact that The Queen was the unofficial bar of the city’s top MMA fighters and trainees and suddenly, they were coming in hordes. And with the pretty girls came the men so before we knew it, Riley and I were set in terms of business.

“Am I all tan and beautiful?” Riley asked, tossing her newly highlighted hair when I walked in. “I was on the beach like, every day for the past two weeks.”

“Lucky you,” I smirked. “And here I was fixing the ice machine on my own because our repair guys went on vacation, too.”

“Oh, shut up, I know Liam fixed it for you,” Riley snorted, fluffing her hair in the mirror behind the bar. It was true – I tried for days to fix the ice machine but the second Liam caught onto my trouble, he went back there, shed his hoodie and got to work. He was in one of his simple white T-shirts and had just come all showered from the gym but he got quickly hot and sweaty again, prompting all the girls in my staff to gather round, watching and drooling without shame. I couldn’t blame them. I was among them – I was just great at disguising my ogling. “So. How have you been enjoying our favorite bad boy, Liam?” Riley cocked a sharp eyebrow at me through the mirror. My heart stopped for a second.

“What do you mean?”

“A month into living with him and you haven’t killed each other yet. I’m shocked.”

“Oh.” My shoulders relaxed. “Well, we’ve always gotten along.”

“Yeah, but I figured you’d get sick of hearing him fuck bimbos every night and I figured he’d get sick of just…having you there.”

“How nice of you to say.”

“What? He’s hot and single, you’re weepy and heartbroken. Who wouldn’t imagine that you’d be a total buzzkill?” Riley grinned. I snorted, rounding the bar to polish the wine glasses that had just come out of the kitchen.

“I’m thoroughly over Ethan, but you can assume whatever you want.”