Stepbrother Charming(11)

Always more. My stomach won't forgive me until I've replenished everything the last two days have drained from my system.

I head through the other opening in the kitchen, ready to explore at least this little part of the mansion. There's a dining room, and then a hallway leading to what looks like an awesome living room. There's leather furniture, the biggest glass windows with a perfect view of the ocean, and –

Oh, hell. There's a young man standing right in the middle of the room, dripping wet from a workout, shirtless. He's ripped and tattooed as all hell. It looks like he's just come in from a run, or maybe using the gym – wherever that is.

I set my drink down on the nearby counter nervously and hold my hand up to wave. If he's Gary's son, I never thought I'd be meeting him like this. I hope it's not too awkward.

Only one way to find out.

“Hi, there. I'm Claire.”

The boy turns around. His piercing blue eyes dart right through me like a bullet to the head.

“Fucking shit,” Ty says, breaking into a princely smile.

Fucking shit is right. I barely have time to reach out and catch myself next to my drink before I go crashing to the floor.





II: Little Miss Perfect (Ty)


I can't believe this chick's standing in my living room. It's living proof that there's a god in heaven, and apparently he wants me to fuck this girl right through the floor. Nothing else explains why the only woman who ever said no to me in my own club is here, looking at me like I just stepped off a UFO.

I'm about to give her some serious shit for walking in on me like this, but her knees are shaking. I know a woman who's fainting when I see her. Our poor housekeeper, Joan, used to have the same damned problem before she got her insulin under control.

I rush over just in time before she crashes on Dad's Turkish rug. I gotta suppress a smile as I catch her. She feels too fucking good against my almost naked body. Obviously, I don't wanna upset Little Miss Perfect anymore while she's reeling, but fuck, I've already done that just by standing here.

She's comatose in my arms. Not exactly how I wanted to feel those sweet curves against me again, but what-the-hell-ever. I reach for the mineral water next to her, unscrew the cap, and splash it right in her face.

That wakes her up.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?!” She screams, batting me away.

When I'm sure she's able to stand on her own two feet again, I let go, and give her the space she's flipping her shit over. “Making sure you don't bruise your pretty face on the damned floor. It's harder than it looks, even with the rugs. Trust me, I've slipped on my ass here before.”

Watching her face, it's like a fuse in slow burn. When it hits the charge, I see the explosion in her eyes, the horrible realization about who I am and why I'm standing in front of her.

Believe me, it's a disaster for my sorry ass too. I knew dad remarried some former Congress queen, and I'm supposed to meet the new family soon. I knew the woman had a daughter.#p#分页标题#e#

But I didn't expect it to be this delectable piece of ass that got away from me last night. Having a step-sister this hot introduces me to some sick torture I'm just starting to comprehend.

Fuck me. Maybe it's not a miracle she's in my house after all. Maybe it's a devil's curse – Old Scratch come to collect my karmic debt for all the girls I've fucked and walked away from.

“Sterner. Sterner.” She repeats my last name over and over, stretching a hand across her face like her skin's boiling. “Jesus Christ. How could I be so stupid? Why didn't I put it together until now?”

I smile, shrug, and mimic her gesture. There's still a lotta sweat dripping all over me after my workout downstairs. Training always leaves me beat and damp when I do it right, and this chick's the reason I hit it extra fucking hard this evening.

“Why the fuck didn't you tell me your name last night? I was trying to help, you know. We could've avoided this embarrassment.”

“You were trying to fuck me!” she screams, getting up in my face.

Those sweet tits beneath her shirt plump up and bounce real nice. She looks good enough to slam against the wall and devour with my hands, my mouth, my dick, no matter what she's wearing. And that's rare, especially when I've been on a strict diet of club girls who just wanna suck me off because I'm hung and rich.

And in the cold light of day, some of those chicks are a lot less fuckable.

Not the one in front of me, cursing my name, though. It's not even possible. She's hot twenty-four-seven, morning or night, rain or shine. My dick twitches, thinking about all the shit it wants to do to her in all those conditions.

Claire. I burn her name into my memory, wondering why the hell it's landed in my lap when I tried so hard to squeeze it outta her at the club.