So Wrong It's Good: A Forbidden Romance

This felt too right and good to ignore.

Another small, nagging voice inside of her told her he’d had way too much to drink, so wasn’t this her taking advantage of him? If he were sober none of this would be happening ... right?

“I can see what you’re thinking just by your expression,” he said and started undoing the button on his pants. “I don’t want you to think about how wrong this might appear to others.” He slowly brought his zipper down, and damn, did it sound so loud. “Right now, right here, is all that matters.” He slurred out his words, and she wanted to believe him, wanted to believe that this might not hurt anyone.

The two of them being together could certainly piss off her father and Ginny, not to mention have looks thrown their way that she was doing something that might seem taboo. As Ginny had put it, he was her step-uncle.

He pushed his pants off, showing his boxer briefs, and the erection pressed hard, demanding, against the material. “You want this?” he asked in a dark, commanding tone.

She licked her lips, gripped the comforter in her hands, and nodded. “Yes.” She lowered her gaze down his hard, broad shoulders, over the tribal tattoos inked on each of his pecs, and traced that same ink as it made its way down both of his sides. His abdomen was defined, rippling with muscles, and showing an incredibly hard six-pack.

The thin trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath his underwear had her inner muscles clenching.

“You’re drunk,” she said, common sense coming through, making a point to state the obvious, even if everything inside of her wanted to shut up and just accept this.

He pushed his boxer briefs down, and a small gasp left her as she took in the sight of his cock. “I’m drunk, but not so fucking wasted I don’t know what I’m doing right now.” He moved closer, grabbed his cock, and started stroking himself from root to tip. “I know I have you here, Lake, my step-niece by all accounts.”

She licked her lips. Watching him. “You’re Ginny’s brother,” she said softly, her gaze on his shaft as he jerked himself off. “Isn’t this wrong on a lot of different levels?” She was trying to push through her arousal, trying to rationalize this, even if she really did want him.

“I know all of that. Believe me when I say I’ve thought about this many times.” He moved his palm up to his cockhead, squeezed the tip for a second, and let out a gust of breath, as if the pressure felt incredible. “I want you, and you want me. Right now, right here, I’m not thinking about anything but having you.” He moved closer. “And taking you on this bed until you can’t walk straight tomorrow is exactly what’s on my mind, baby.” He looked down the length of her body and stopped when he got to the area between her thighs. “If you don’t want this, Lake, then tell me now.” He was still staring at her pussy, although her legs were pressed together, so she knew he couldn’t see much of anything aside from the top of her mound.

Lake stared at him for several long seconds, really thinking about what she was doing and why she was doing it. Was this something she was really willing to do? Ginny could be devastated, and her father would probably be furious. There was a small selfish side of her that said she should be able to have this, to have a man want her like this.

Lake should be able to be with whomever she wanted, and right now just happened to be her opportunity.

“I don’t want things ruined, Reese.”

He shook his head, stopping her from saying anything else. “Things won’t become ruined unless we make them that way.” The air stilled around them.

Before she could change her mind or talk herself out of this, she said the first thing that came to her. “I want this. I want you.” He groaned, closed his eyes for a second, and then started stroking himself a little harder, faster. The erection she’d felt when he was pressed up against her was nothing compared to getting an eyeful of the real thing. Long and thick, his cock was a little unnerving. She wasn’t a virgin, but it had been years since she’d been with a guy, and Reese wasn’t a boy. He was definitely all man and would clearly know what he was doing. Her breathing accelerated when he took several steps toward her until he was right in front of her.

“Take the shirt off, Lake. Let me see all of you.” Dominant and deep, his words had her gripping the hem of her shirt instantly and lifting it from her body. The chilled air teased her nipples, and she felt them extend even further. And here she was, naked, aching, and so wet for this man. She felt like she was starving, dehydrated, and only Reese could help her with those problems.