Stepbrother Unsealed(19)

She's a beach girl, all right. Laura, or something. She likes her martinis double strength and her men rock hard.

She's hot. Skimpy, glaringly bright summer dress, bleached highlights in her hair, fake tits, and a laugh that sounds like a strangled hyena.

She's the kinda girl I'm used to hauling into bed for the night.#p#分页标题#e#

Too bad I can't stop thinking about Delia, goddammit it. She's a wicked little tease, and having this slut wrapped around my neck reminds me how rare it is to find a party girl in this town who's not just trolling for tonight's dick.

“Baby, what'sa matter?” she purrs, stopping to push a desperate kiss into my throat. “You act like you just dragged yourself off a long flight. I thought you said you've been here for a few days? Talk to me!”

I force a thin, fake smile, and run my fingers up over her ass. They move swiftly, giving her goosebumps as I run my hand all the way up her neck, grabbing a fistful of her hair and giving it a tug.

“You're not my shrink. I don't need to talk. Do you want another drink, or is your pussy wet and ready for me?” Finally, I reach up that skirt.

Her skin feels warm and dry, probably from too much sun. Fuck.

My dick jerks – only because I'm remembering Delia's soft thighs, the feel of her cream trickling down her legs after I thumbed her clit into overdrive.

She moans, refusing to answer me. I shove her lace panties aside and push my fingers into her pussy. Growling, I try to imagine it's just as hot as sis, but something tells me Delia's a helluva lot tighter. And I'll never get a chance to find out either.

Fuck! Why the hell does she have to be my stepsister? What god did I piss off to make the hottest chick I ever tasted like cyanide?

Blondie's eyes pinch shut, and she starts to shudder. I haven't even started on her clit, and she's in high heaven. There's no way I'll ever be as hot for her as she is for me, but it wouldn't be the first time I've done a chick without equal sparks flying both ways.

Pussy's pussy. Tonight, I need some under me, get my dick soaked, fuck 'til dawn tomorrow if that's what it takes to get Delia's little whimper out of my head.

“Come for me right here,” I growl, nipping at her earlobe.

She shakes, resisting me, trying to moan something about how naughty it is. Like I give a shit.

My other hand shoots behind her and smacks her ass. Laura shifts against me hard, surprised and drunk, sending her half-filled margarita glass flying off the table.

Shit! Even I'm freaked out by all the eyes on us after the tremendous clash.

I pull my hands back and she scurries off me, wide-eyed and apologetic. A waitress rushes up to deal with the mess, and I realize I've gotten splashed too. The sugary crap feels sticky, and it's all up my arm.

“Baby, damn, I didn't mean it! I'm such a klutz. Let me help clean you up.” She smiles, pulls out a napkin, and starts patting me down.

I push her away, sliding out and standing up. “I've gotta hit the men's room anyway. Give me a minute.”

I head into the bathroom and wash my arm, then smooth cool water across my face. My stubble feels edgier today, like my whole damned body's on edge, the same intensity I always feel before a mission.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Why's it so hard to settle down and do what I've always done best – giving one stranger the night of her life?

I want to punch my own reflection. Delia's hot little ass has me screwed up, yeah, but it's my own fault for letting her get underneath my skin.

She's nothing special. She's a hot, responsive spitfire who just so happens to be off limits. She's –

My phone dings and I rip it out of my pocket, tapping the screen. Speak of the fucking devil – or should I say the succubus?

YOU BUSY? I REALLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT LAST NIGHT.

Adrenaline spikes through my blood. It's the same superhuman focus I get with my rifle in hand, except there's no life or death on the line here. Only egos.#p#分页标题#e#

WHAT DO YOU WANT? I send back.

I work my way out of the bathroom and lean against the wall, waiting. Her next text hits a couple seconds later.

MORE LIKE WHAT I DON'T WANT, CHRIS. I DON'T WANT BAD BLOOD. I WANT YOU TO COME HOME SO WE CAN TALK. EVIE AND DAD ARE GONE FOR THE WEEKEND – OUT ON THE YACHT.

Is she serious, or just yanking my dick? She wants to talk to me...alone? I gotta wonder if this chick's much crazier than I thought.

It takes me a few seconds to ignore the fire throbbing in my balls to write back. I tell her I'll think about it – no guarantees – and then shove my phone back in its place.

One thing's for sure – I've lost interest in blondie, still waiting for me at our table, wet and drunk as ever. I walk up and tap her on the shoulder. She smiles up at me with her fat glossy lips, the same look I know she'd have before taking my cock in her mouth.