BAD HEART: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

s right. Listen to me rambling about myself. How
was your trip? ”
    “ Okay. ”
    “ Did
you fuck Hunter yet? ”
    “ Nope. ”
    “ Why? ”
    “ I
don ’ t know. Everything is
business with him. ”
    “ So
get down to business with him, ” Katelyn says. “ Between the
sheets. ”
    Katelyn laughs and snorts.
    I don ’ t.
    “ It ’ s just weird, ” I say. “ My father is pushing this. ”
    “ So? ”
    “ It ’ s like he ’ s right there all the time. Even the way Hunter
talks and acts sometimes …”
    “ Oh, ” Katelyn says. “ But he ’ s kind of sexy. Right? ”
    “ He ’ s sexy, ” I say. “ I
guess. ”
    “ You
guess? You don ’ t like him? ”
    “ I
don ’ t know, ” I say. “ I feel forced right now. So I ’ m putting up my guard. Being a
bitch about it. ”
    “ Because
you want to fuck Jake. ”
    “ What?
No! ”
    Katelyn laughs. “ Well, I do. ”
    “ Shut
up, ” I say, white hot
jealousy raging again. “ I ’ m sick of talking about it. ”
    “ I ’ m just fucking with you, Jade. I
would never get involved with that. Not your brother. ”
    “ Step … brother, ” I say.
    “ Oh,
right. That makes it okay then for you to fool around with him. ”
    “ Katelyn …”
    She puts her hands up. “ Fine. But don ’ t lie that you haven ’ t played that fantasy out at
least once in your mind. ”
    I start to blush.
    Not because of what Katelyn ’ s saying …
    Because I didn ’ t have to play that fantasy in
my mind. I played that fantasy in really life. And I want more.
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    5.
     
    (Jake)
     
    I drink a lot at Zeke ’ s. A lot, really fast. I skip
the pleasantries of beer and mixed drinks and go straight for the whiskey. It
just makes sense, and it feels so damn good.
    I crash to the couch, the bottle
between my legs.
    The house is thumping. Music
playing. People laughing and yelling. It ’ s
filled with women who are mostly drunk and always willing. Zeke just came down
the stairs from his second fuck of the night.
    He told me the spare bedroom is all
mine.
    In all reality, I should be up
there right now fucking someone. Getting this thing out of my system. That blowjob
from Kate (or whatever her name was) the other night has long since worn off. I
need a good fuck. A really good fuck.
    My eyes scan the house and there ’ s nobody good enough. Which is
completely pathetic to think. So maybe I need two at once. Find a nice blonde
and a nice redhead. One with big tits, one with little things bouncing around.
One shaved, one with a little fuzz to play with. Both sopping wet. Both
desperate to lick my cock and have it buried in their pussy.
    It pisses me off because it all
turns me off.
    Trust me, this isn ’ t a I can ’ t get it up issue. If
that ever happened, I ’ d
fucking do myself in. I can always get it up. I can always fuck. I can always
come. It ’ s just whether I
care enough to actually enjoy it. You know, the needs versus the wants.
    I look forward and see someone
eyeing me.
    A brunette, leaning over the counter
from the kitchen to the living room. Low cut purple shirt, tits pouring from
the top. Her hair pulled back, biting on her pointer finger. Her eyes are
locked to mine.
    I don ’ t
have to do anything else.
    I keep my stare and she slowly
moves to the edge of the counter and then comes toward me. She ’ s got a nice set of curvy hips,
a little thick, but nothing wrong with it to me. I love having something to
hold onto when I ’ m fucking
them hard.
    I can almost already hear her
scream my name.
    She walks up to me and reaches
between my legs. She grabs the bottle and lifts it to her lips. She throws the
bottle back and takes a drink. Then she slowly leans down and puts the bottle
back.
    “ Thanks
for the drink, ” she says.
    In a gutsy move she turns and walks
away.
    “ No
problem, ” I say.
    She gets to the bottom of the steps
and looks back. “ That was
an invite. ”
    “ I
know, ” I say.
    “ I ’ ll be upstairs. ”
    I nod.
    I watch