Hard Bastard(84)

“I just can’t imagine my dad doing that.”

“There’s more to it. I owe your dad a lot.”

I shook my head. “What could justify this?”

“Back when I first left, your dad supported me. He used his industry contacts to help make some of my early videos. Basically, I wouldn’t have a career without him.”

I let that sink in. “I had no clue.”

“He didn’t want to bother you.”

“Telling me about my family is bothering me?”

“You know how he is.”

“Yeah, I do. Distant.”

“Must suck.”

“It really does.”

He stopped playing and looked at me. I blinked as he put his hand on my leg, and shivers ran down along my spine. I found myself staring at his body again, imagining his tongue along my skin.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “The film isn’t that bad. Sorry to unload on you.”

“It’s okay. I just want to help.”

He grinned. “Yeah, I know.”

There was a moment where neither of us spoke, and his hand lingered on my skin, only inches away from my soaking underwear. I wanted him to cover that space and play my pussy like he played the piano keys, but I knew it was wrong. Or maybe not wrong, but people would talk.

He wasn’t really my brother. But he was my stepbrother. It was really hard to think straight with that strong hand on my skin and that gorgeous face looking at me intently.

And then he pulled his hand away. It shook me out of whatever fantasy I was having, and I quickly stood up, awkwardly stumbling away from the bench.

“What, did I scare you away?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m just tired.”

“Look, keep this shit between us, okay? I must be fucking crazy from exhaustion for telling you all that.”

“Okay. I promise. And the offer to talk to my dad still stands.”

He grinned. “Thanks, Brie baby.”

I turned to walk away, my heart hammering in my chest. As I got to the door, he spoke up.

“By the way”—I turned and looked at him—“your ass looks fucking fantastic in those shorts.”

I blushed and looked away. “Keep that to yourself next time, dick.”

“Nah. Close the door on your way out.”

I huffed and walked out, shutting the door softly. My breath came heavily and tingles were running along my skin where his hand had touched my skin. I leaned my back against the door for a second, gathering myself, as the music started up again. I knew on the other side of the door, Lincoln’s shirtless, perfect body was swaying softly as he played, and I wanted nothing more than to go in there, slam the piano’s lid shut, and let him fuck me until I screamed.

Instead, I went back to my room and tried not to dream about him.





Chapter 8





Lincoln





Thin cotton T-shirt and loose short cotton shorts, her hair messed up from sleep, her confused expression when she saw that I was awake.

I couldn’t get her out of my head, even as the usual sweat-inducing nightmare began to fade and the pain in my legs began to climb. She was still there, lodged in my skull. She was so fucking sexy, and she seemed to have no clue what she did to me. I’d had to constantly shift on the bench while she was next to me to hide the raging hard-on threatening to give me completely away.

After she left, I couldn’t help myself. I was way too worked up thinking about the feel of her skin and those sexy lips. I slipped my hand down my shorts and rubbed one out right there in front of the piano, thinking about her mouth wrapped around my dick’s tip, sliding her tongue along my shaft, and grabbing onto her hips as I fucked her rough from behind.

Did I feel guilty, jerking off to thoughts of my stepsister? Yeah, maybe a little bit. But we were barely related. And besides, I was Based Carter. People expected that sort of shit out of me. And even though I was doing it for nobody but myself, it was nice to have an excuse to justify it.

I grunted and climbed out of bed, grabbing my cane. The usual fuck morning routine. Easy for most people, excruciating for me. The pain usually subsided a bit as I worked the kinks out of my muscles, but until then it was fucking torture just standing still.

I made my way downstairs dressed in my usual workout clothes, ready for another day of grueling and embarrassing PT. Part of me wanted to avoid running into Brie, and part of me hoped she was still wearing that same outfit from the night before. Truthfully, I knew I should avoid her as much as possible, since apparently I could barely control myself around her, but that was exactly the problem. Logic and reason meant nothing when I saw Aubrie’s body and my desire threatened to drown me all over again.