Wrong: A Stepbrother Romance

I did as I was told, relishing the taste of Liam’s cock. I wanted him to feel the appreciation in my every wet pull on his steel length. I wanted him to know just how sorry I was. There was something hot and wrong about apologizing with my mouth but with no words spoken at all, so on my knees, I gave Liam my all. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked eagerly, taking pleasure in being so very compliant – in providing Liam the kind of ecstasy that had him shuddering quickly with the need to burst on my tongue.

“You’re going to tell me everything tonight, Sash,” he said brutally. “Everything you’ve been hiding. Every fear. Every fucking secret. Do you hear me?” He withdrew from my lips with a wet pop. I nodded, staring at his smooth, shiny cock. It was only an inch from my mouth and all I wanted was to take it back in and suck till I had every drop of his cum down my throat. But he wanted an answer from me first. “Say ‘yes,’ Sasha. Say you’ll tell me everything.”

“I’ll tell you everything, Liam.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise you,” I whispered hastily.

“Good girl.” Liam held my jaw firmly. “Now let me come in that mouth of yours.”

I wrapped my lips back around his cock. My fingers twisted his boxer briefs, bringing him deeper into my mouth. It didn’t take long. His hand in my hair, the other flat against the door, his abs flexed, and with a desperate grunt, he speared his cum onto my tongue. I watched the sections of his six-pack clench with every shuddering spurt. Satisfaction unfurled through my body as I swallowed, leaning back against the door and gazing up at Liam breathing raggedly above me.

When I returned to my feet, he caught my chin with a reminder. “You promised me.”

“I know. I’ll tell you everything tonight,” I whispered, closing my eyes as Liam pressed his forehead to mine. I could hear both Riley and my mother yelling for me now. Their voices joined the noise in my head that told me Liam would kill Ethan for putting his hands on me. But there was no going back on my word now, so I reminded myself that any price was worth it for him. “Just promise me, too, Liam,” I said quietly. “You have to promise me that no matter what I tell you, you won’t do anything crazy. You won’t fight. You won’t do anything that’ll get you hurt or in trouble

.”

Liam wore a deep frown between his brows as he looked in my eyes. “Okay, baby.”

He nodded all too quickly, but I believed him.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Like we did as kids, Riley and I waited by the vending machines while Mom lined up to pay for the groceries. Riley braided her hair as she watched her from afar. “So. Now that Mom’s out of earshot, can we talk about what a scandalous whore Bree Dalton is?” she asked. I snorted, but she pressed on. “Seriously! I can’t believe she’s actually coming over tomorrow for dinner. Like, doesn’t she have a family of her own? Why would she come to our dinner?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

Riley scowled. “I do. And I find it annoying.”

“Why?”

“She’s not good enough for Liam.”

“I’d have to agree.” I paused and glanced at my sister. “But who is good enough for Liam? In your eyes?” My question was genuine. I specifically needed to know. But Riley shot me a look.

“Someone smart and classy and not cheap or trashy.”

“Alright, that works for me,” I said, but apparently, that didn’t work for Riley because she was narrowing her eyes at me.

“Honestly, is it so wrong of me to have standards for our stepbrother? Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t really want to see him settling down with some nasty little groupie who’ll probably suck off Max or A.J if given the chance. I mean can you imagine if he ever settles down and marries one of those little gold diggers that hangs out outside his gym? Imagine if she had his baby, and then he found out that she’s been like, sleeping with Dwyer or someone the whole time?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Damn, you’ve really thought about this.”

“Oh, please, okay?” Riley snapped. I tensed at the sound of her falling into her angry defense mode. “Don’t make me feel like I’m some kind of freak. It’s not like I’m sitting at home actively thinking about Liam all the time. Is that what you think I do?”

“No, that’s not what I think.”

“Then stop guilting me for having standards for Liam. He’s my stepbrother.”

“I know, Riley,” I frowned. “I’m sorry I made a passing comment that sounded like I was judging you. I wasn’t.”

“I love him in a normal way, okay?”

I blinked at her, completely stunned. “Yes. Okay.”

“I know you hold onto all the times I’ve like, drunkenly said he’s hot or whatever, but you know what, we all say shit when we’re drunk, and whether or not I meant any of it, it’s not like I’m in love with him. I just care about him. I want the best for him. That is all. Period.”