Hard Bastard(193)

But none of that made sense. She was only asking for a few thousand dollars and nothing more. She could have planned to push for more money, but why not go for a higher number from the start?

It just made no damn sense. I knew I was missing something, and it was right out of my grasp. I was so close to it and yet so damn far away.

I was pissed. I knew I wasn’t in a good place to mess around with Alexa, and so instead of following her upstairs, I went down into the basement to do another workout.

I settled right into my workout routine as soon as I got down there, not wasting any time. The whole blackmail thing, along with wanting to fuck my stepsister slash wife more than anything else, were all combining to keep my mind off my game. And I needed my mind on fighting now more than ever.

If I was going to fight Trent and win, I couldn’t have any distractions. It was the most dangerous fight of my life, and one single slip would ruin it for me. But it wasn’t like I could just turn my back on Alexa, even if I was that type of shithead. Despite everything about me, I kept thinking about being married to her.

I didn’t think it would matter, not at first. It was just a stupid game, after all, a way to fuck with my frustratingly hot stepsister. But as the days wore on and we got further and further tangled together, I found myself liking that we were married. Not in some lame, lovey-dovey, pathetic way, but it made our bond that much stronger. I didn’t want a wife or a real marriage, but whatever we had going on made our bond a little bit more interesting, more exciting.

I had worked up a decent sweat by the time Alexa came down the steps. She stood against the wall with her arms crossed, staring at me. Eventually I stopped my reps, taking a drink of water. She was wearing a thin white T-shirt, and I could have sworn I saw her nipples poking out slightly underneath the cotton fabric.

“Wife,” I said to her. “What can I do for you?”

“Just wondering how you were doing.”

“I’m fine.”

She nodded, looking away. “Crazy day.”

“You’re not kidding.”

“We broke into some girl’s apartment. Almost got her killed chasing her down a fire escape.”

I laughed, smirking at her. She could be so damn shy sometimes, avoiding looking at me. Just to mess with her, I decided to peel my slightly damn shirt off and toss it aside. Her eyes widened ever so slightly.

There you go, sis, I thought to myself. Get a good look.

“Actually, it was me that almost got killed,” I said.

“Whatever. I told you not to follow her.”

“I distinctly remember you encouraging it all.”

“That’s definitely not true.”

I shook my head, grinning at her as I walked closer. “I’m pretty sure you were rooting me on, practically cheering.”

“Put your shirt back on,” she mumbled.

I stopped less than a foot away from her. “Why? What do you care?”

“I don’t. And I wasn’t cheering you on. I was afraid you were going to kill the poor girl.”

I shook my head. “What kind of psycho do you think I am?”

“The kind that kicks in doors?”

“Okay. Fair enough. But I don’t hurt girls, and I’m not going to say that again.”

I moved even closer to her, feeling my cock straining against my shorts. Her breath came deep, and I stared as her tits lifted up along with her chest. There was definitely a hint of nipples, and I was positive she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Okay, fine,” she said. “You don’t hurt girls. I get it.”

“Look at this,” I said, stopping inches away. “Are you trying to tempt me?”

“What?” she asked, confused.

“You come down here all innocent, acting like you want to chat, when really you’re not wearing a bra, and I bet you’re not wearing panties.”

“I am too wearing panties,” she said defensively.

“But no bra. Look at that.”

Not thinking, I reached up and took a handful of her hair, tipping her head back, my body close enough to graze hers.

“Cole,” she gasped. “Our parents.”

“Gone for the weekend. You know that.” I reached up and cupped one full breast, feeling her hard nipple.

She gasped and let out a low moan.

“I knew it,” I said. “You didn’t come down here to talk. You came down here to get fucked.”

“No,” she said.

My lips gently grazed her neck, and I felt a thrill run though my body. My cock was screaming to break free of my shorts, and every fiber of my being wanted to throw her to the ground and fuck her brains out.

But not yet.

“Okay then,” I whispered as my lips moved up her neck and toward her ear. “Why are you moaning like all you want is my thick cock between your legs?”