Stepbrother Forbidden: Stepbrother, Where Art Thou?, #2

By Aya Fukunishi

For years she'd hated him. She hated everything he did, everything he stood for and - more than anything - she hated the way he went through girls faster than she went through gum.

But now Sophia knows Ryan's secret. She knows there's more to him than meets the eye. She knows, for the first time in her life, that she's in love.

She also knows her mother intends to marry his father, and Ryan is forever off limits.

Why the HELL did she have to fall for the one man she can't have?
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bangkok Nights Publications
• Release date: Aug 16, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386369530

Book preview

Sophia had never imagined for a moment it would feel like this. Not in all the years she'd been dreaming of it... dreaming of that first time a man would look at her with burning, hungry, eager eyes, like her body was his drug, and he'd sell his car just for one hit. She'd had it wrong all this time. She'd only understood sex as what goes where, like it was a set of IKEA assembly instructions. Insert rod A into slot B. She would have laughed at her naivete, but she was too busy panting.

She'd never imagined she'd feel so... so present, yet outside her own body at the same time. It was as if she was two people. The first was pressed against the mattress under Ryan's weight, her curled toes digging into the sheets, her palms flat against the wall behind her, biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming his name. The other hovered above the bed, looking down at the glorious sight of Ryan's tight, toned ass moving back and forth as he pushed himself inside her, watching a bead of sweat run down the length of his body, finding its way between his writhing, shifting muscles, moving like a bead of mercury until it reached the small of his back.

Sophia had also never imagined the... the other stuff. In all her life it had never once occurred to her that sex had a smell, or a taste; that the warm air in the room would fill with the thick, rich aroma of her sweat mingling with Ryan's; that his panting breath, still sharp with last night's alcohol, would condense on her skin as he dipped his head to kiss her chest, hot and wet; that the taste of his lips would linger on hers.

She closed her eyes tight, biting her bottom lip until it hurt, desperate to stay silent. That was another thing she hadn't expected: the need to yell out, to scream Ryan's name and use words she'd only ever expect to see in the script of a bad porn movie. The urge to moan and wail was something she never felt when she slipped her own wet, glistening fingers inside herself, but now it was all she could think about. She could make herself come with little more than a whimper, but now Ryan filled her up, pushing her closer to orgasm with each thrust, she wanted her voice to echo from the walls and shake the glass from the window frames.

"Mmmm!" Ryan's slow, deep thrust forced the sound from between her lips, and she pressed them together even tighter. Nobody could hear this. Nobody could know. She focused all her concentration on keeping silent and still, praying that the bed springs wouldn't squeak.

She didn't hear the first knock at the door. She could barely hear anything but Ryan's breath panting in time with her own, warm and moist on her smooth olive skin.

The knock came again, louder this time, and Ryan froze on top of her. His eyes grew wide and his head swung to the door. As he moved inside her Sophia felt her body quiver with pleasure, and she had to bunch her fists to keep from making a sound.

Honey, are you awake? I'm making pancakes if you're hungry. Her mother's voice came in sharp and clear through the door, and Sophia was certain the sounds of their panting had been just as clear to her.

No! she blurted out, too loud and too forcefully. I mean, no thanks, mom. I'm just ... umm, I'm just doing my workout right now. She squeezed her eyes closed and winced. She'd never done so much as a sit up in her life.

Oka-ay, her mom replied. Come on down if you change your mind.

Sophia could barely speak. OK, mom. Thanks anyway. Her whole body was trembling, and she struggled to take a breath without it catching in her throat.

Ryan's arms shook as he held his body still above her. He bit his lower lip, and his eyes were half closed in a squint as if he was in pain. Sophia opened her mouth to speak, and Ryan shook his head. Shhhh, he mouthed, soundlessly, and nodded in the direction of his room.

Ryan, honey, are you up? Isabel's voice was a little quieter now, muffled through the walls. Ryan?

Sophia heard footsteps moving into Ryan's room. He must have left the door open as he chased her over here. Through the wall they both heard Isabel talking quietly to herself in a confused, questioning tone. It took a moment before Ryan realized what was going on, and he leaned his head down, slowly and carefully, as if worried that a single false move might make an