Stepbrother Forbidden (Stepbrother, Where Art Thou? Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

what might have happened if you guys hadn't been there."
     
    Sara smiled. "Don't worry about it, sweetie. I didn't really do much to help, I'm afraid. The guys did most of the heavy lifting." She grinned at the memory. "I have to admit I do like it when Josh acts all manly like that. He can be a bit of a pansy sometimes, and it's nice to see him bring out the muscle when he has to. Turns me on." She narrowed her eyes. "Don't tell him I said that, though, or he'll start getting into fights to impress me."
     
    "Don't worry about it," Sophia laughed. "I don't really remember much of what happened. I don't even remember getting back to your place."
     
    Sara shook her head. "I'm not even a little surprised. You were barely awake at the bar. Ryan kept you talking a little until we got you back to the apartment, but you didn't really wake up until we got some coffee in you. After that it was all we could do to keep your feet on the ground."
     
    "What do you mean?"
     
    Sara grinned. "You got a little, ummm, amorous once we woke you up. I mean, we knew you were full of alcohol and God knows what that fucking asshole put in your drink, so we knew you weren't yourself, but you... well, you kinda tried to sleep with Ryan."
     
    Sophia felt her cheeks burn up. "God, really? Do I want to know what happened?"
     
    "Oh, don't worry, Ryan was a perfect gentleman, and he sent Josh out of the room as soon as you started to strip."
     
    Sophia stared, open-mouthed, hoping Sara was about to tell her she was only joking. "I got naked?"
     
    "You stripped off as soon as the guys got you to the pink hell of my sister's old bedroom. You've got a great ass, by the way." She laughed, clearly enjoying Sophia's discomfort. "You, ummm, you kind of forced yourself on Ryan a little bit. Tried to get his pants off and pull him into bed." She paused for a moment. "He wouldn't have any of it. I mean, he got hard, because... well, you're hot and he's crazy about you, but he'd never do anything like that. He just tucked you into bed and stayed beside you all night. Kinda sweet, really. I know a lot of guys who wouldn't have thought twice before fucking you."
     
    Sophia stayed silent, but it was clear Sara wanted to say more. She chewed on her thumbnail as if trying to keep herself from speaking.
     
    "Look, I know it's none of my business, but I just don't get it. You have feelings for Ryan, right? You want to be with him? I just don't see what the problem is. Tell me to shut up if I've overstepped the line."
     
    Sophia shook her head. "No, it's fine." She tried to marshal her thoughts, but she still didn't know how to put her feelings into words. "You know, for the longest time I hated Ryan. I mean, really hated his living guts. I thought he was just a player who'd fuck anything that moved."
     
    "Yeah, I can see why you might have thought that."
     
    "But then I saw... well, you know I saw his messages to you guys, right? I know, I know, I did a horrible thing and I'll burn in Hell for it, but I read them. It was like a switch flicked in my mind. I can't even explain it, but it was like all that hate that had burned through me for two years just switched to love, just like that, in an instant. And it scared me. It fucking terrified me, because now he wasn't just some guy from school. He's the guy living in the next room over, and he's going to be my stepbrother."
     
    Sara nodded. "I understand why that would feel weird, but -"
     
    "Wait, I'm not done. It's not just that he's going to be my stepbrother. I mean, that's weird enough, and people would probably look at us funny our whole lives, but that's not what worries me. I could deal with the weirdness if it meant being able to be with him.
     
    "No, the problem is my mom. She's all I ever had, you see. I grew up poor, and after my dad died it was just the two of us, taking care of each other in our shitty little apartment. There was never enough food on the table, but there was always more on my plate