Stepbrother Unsealed(43)

No, I can't do this shit. She's too good, too innocent.

I tell myself I've got no interest in corrupting a sweet, rich, smart girl, one who's from a world I don't want to understand – especially when she's my own damned stepsis. Then I think about that little whimper she makes when my cock's driving into her, slamming her into the mattress, and I want to ruin her forever.

Honestly, I'm fucking out the things I should've dealt with years ago. And it's even worse that I've got to stop, but there's no choice. I have to end this back in California, before I really hurt her, and leave her just as screwed up as my mom.

“I'm not as naïve as you think,” she says with a pout. “Is that what really has her all torn up? A bad breakup and pining after some biker boy? All the tabloids say it was her career.”

“My old man's dead,” I growl. “Road accident, or so I heard from a guy in his club when I got older. He belonged to the Grizzlies MC. They were dirty, outlaw sonsofbitches in the old days. Whatever really happened to my pops, I'll never know. I don't care. It's not going to fix all the ways mom's fucked up her life.”#p#分页标题#e#

“I have to keep dad from getting hurt.”

“His problem. He's – what? – pushing fifty? That's old enough to know better. You're right about one thing, Delia. You have to let a man make his own mistakes. He'll find out she's been stringing him along as a sugar daddy soon enough.”

A waiter comes by and interrupts the conversation. We get our entrees, some kind of rustic French chicken I can't even pronounce. Damn if it doesn't take the edge off as soon as I stuff the juicy meat into my mouth, tasting the way it blends with the wine.

She's picking at her food again. I want to fly home and drag Evie out of that mansion, kicking and screaming. She's not ruining this. None of this shit between our parents is wrecking our last night together.

“You'd better dig in, baby, and put that negative crap aside.” I lean forward and reach across the table, cupping her chin, stroking her cheek with my thumb, harder than any romantic gesture should be. “We're not letting what's going on with them get to us tonight. This is our night, Delia. The last one we're ever gonna have together. Don't make me fuck the bad thoughts out of your head on an empty stomach.”

She reaches for my hand and I let her pull it off her face. For a second, she holds my big hand in both of hers, and gives it a little kiss.

“I wish it weren't over. Do you know how hard it's going to be to let go? Maybe things could be different if our parents weren't married and so...so fucked up.”

I've never heard her drop an F-bomb in public before. I know she's upset. Still, I can't lead her on, even when every part of me knows just how right she is.

“But they are, babe. We can't pretend there's no understanding about what's going on here, with them and us. You want to give your old man a chance to sort out his shit? Then you can't let him find out his perfect daughter's sharing a bed with her own damned stepbrother.”

She nods like her head's made of cement. I can see the sadness in her eyes, melancholy over how screwed up our situation really is, the thousand and one things standing between us.

Fuck, us. The very idea makes me want to punch myself in the face for even thinking it. It's not like she's my girlfriend.

We're trained in the SEALs to find the flaws in our own thinking before they become fatal mistakes, and I catch mine now. I don't care how beautiful she looks, or how much I wish I could burn away the lonely regrets in her big brown eyes.

We've got one more night to make our memories. One more night of splendor, booze, and passion before it's back to reality. And the reality is, I don't do relationships.

Delia's one more fuck – an amazing, unforgettable, mind bending fuck – and nothing more. I know she'll be okay in the end.

Evie and Bruce will self-destruct sooner or later, and she'll help pick up the pieces. I hope there's a man waiting for her someday to help sweep away the fallout forever, but it won't be me.

It can't be. Her future's too bright to end up with a military man who's fucked more girls in the past year than he can even name.

Reality sucks, but reality rules. I know what I need to do.

Tonight, I'll make her happier than she's ever been in her whole fucking life. Then I'll be gone.

We're outside on the balcony, overlooking the city of lights. It's an otherworldly sight out here, but I can only stare at the lights in quick snatches, before turning back to what I really want to gaze on tonight.

Delia's curled up on my lap, her legs slung over me, her breath quickening as she inhales my scent. I let her bury her face in my shoulder as I fist her hair. My dick wants to rip straight through my trousers and take her right here, right now, but the mutinous bastard beating in my chest wants to savor this.#p#分页标题#e#