Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
I’m only vaguely aware of Catherine’s gasp.
How she spins on a heel and runs toward a cluster of parked cars.
I catch the eye of my driver, who is also my security guard, and gesture toward the retreating back of my mother. “Bring her to my office. Don’t let her leave.”
5
Jacob
I’m grateful as hell that Bridger is being his usual demanding self, shouting into his phone and trying to find out what the fuck went wrong with the test. He’s asking for all of the surveillance footage from the testing department to be sent over immediately, starting with this morning and going back a full week. The instructor swears no one had access to the secure lockers where we keep new products, but neither one of us is going to stop until someone is punished for putting Zoe in danger. She could have been fucking killed. And one look at my brother’s usually stoic face tells me he doesn’t think it was merely the product that failed.
Yeah, I’m thankful he’s the one getting the ball rolling on the investigation, because I can’t do anything but try to kiss the mouth off my stepsister.
We’re in the back of the limousine and her sweet pussy is pressing down in my lap through the thin nylon of her yoga pants, our lips racing over each other frantically. One look at the tears in her eyes and I was a broken shell of a man. Useless to do anything but wrap her thighs around my hips and make out with her. Try to erase the fear from her eyes.
I’m trying to eradicate my own fear, too.
I spent my youth roaring down the highway on a motorcycle, drinking too much and getting in fights that almost killed me. But I’ve never been as scared as I was while Zoe was dangling over the canyon. I love this girl. I’ve loved her since I laid eyes on her. When she looks at me, she’s seeing everything. My weaknesses, my strengths. She knows I’m a little fucked up but it doesn’t seem to detract from her need of me.
Bridger hangs up the phone and we break the kiss, breathing hard against one another’s mouths. Waiting. Always attuned to the actions of the oldest Onasis.
“Get her pants off,” my brother says quietly, tapping his phone against his knee. “Now.”
Anticipation rockets through me. To be back inside Zoe’s incredible pussy. To have Bridger there to guide us, narrate this twisted union and somehow make it all right. Two people can make a mistake. But having three people present somehow justifies everything going on here. The confusing undercurrents between me and Bridger that have always existed. The fact that we’ve essentially kidnapped our stepsister to make her our mutual fuck toy. She might have consented and enjoyed herself—enthusiastically, I might add—but we pushed the issue. Seduced her into a yes.
On paper, this is all kinds of wrong.
But it feels right when Bridger helps me tug down Zoe’s yoga pants.
Feels even better when he peels the sports bra off her head, allowing her tits to bounce free right in front of my face. So young and succulent, I have to lick my lips. “You did a bad thing, angel,” Bridger says quietly. Too quietly. So Zoe isn’t expecting it when he wraps her ponytail in a fist and draws her head back. “You scared me,” he growls against her ear as she labors to breathe. “You scared my brother.”
“I’m sorry.” Her naked body strains in my lap, her wet sex wiggling all over my distended fly. “It…everything l-looked perfect. There must have been tamper—”
“I’ll worry about that,” Bridger interrupts. “If…someone tried to hurt you, they’ll be dealt with. You are ours now and no one touches.”
“Nobody,” I rasp, lifting her with my hips. Letting her feel my hard cock.
Zoe sucks in a breath, need banked in her beautiful eyes.
“Worst part of all, Zoe…you were scared.” Bridger’s jaw pops, winding her ponytail around his knuckles. “Amazing. Resourceful. But scared. Some of it is still lingering in your eyes and we need to get rid of it, don’t we?”
“Yes,” she whispers, turning her head as if to receive a kiss from Bridger. I hold my breath, watching with a mixture of jealousy and hunger as he lets their open mouths lock, their tongues flicker together, before he pulls away. “I’ll take my turn when we get back to the office. Right now, my brother needs to be ridden hard. Make him forget he almost lost you.” He cups her left tit in his palm, kneading it, and my dick jerks painfully, seeing my brother’s hand on her exquisite flesh. “Unfasten your stepbrother’s pants, Zoe. Take out his big cock.”
A hoarse sound saws in my throat and I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to examine why I enjoy him saying those things in that tone. That growl. Objectifying me.