Wanting My Stepbrother (Forbidden Attractions #1)
1. Shelby
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Shelby
This day has been a total disaster. I slept through my alarm, got to school late for my finals, and spilled coffee all over my favorite shirt. That’s not the worst part, though. Oh, no. My mom called this afternoon to tell me she had gotten married. MARRIED! I didn’t even know she was dating anyone! On top of everything, she didn’t even invite me, her only child, to her wedding. I’ve never even met her new husband. I mean, how fucked up is that?
Today was my last day of finals for this semester. I am now officially a junior accounting major at Cedar Falls University, and am finished until September. Once I clean out my dorm room, I’m supposed to go stay with Mom for a week and get to know my new stepdad, John Andrews. After that, I will probably stay in our old house until Mom sells it. Ugh. I really wanted to let loose on my mom when she told me earlier today about her marriage and the fact that I’d soon be homeless. She sounded so flipping happy, though, I didn’t have the heart to.
Instead, I go down to Tempting Treats , the awesome bakery that opened a few months ago, and drown my sorrows in delicious cupcakes until I nearly go into a sugar coma. I spend a while talking to the three Abbott sisters, who own it. I have spent so much time in there, I’m practically family. They are triplets who are very sweet, and they managed to each snag a sexy husband almost as soon as they moved here. Their gorgeous men worship the ground they walk on, and can’t keep their hands off them. Some girls have all the luck.
Here in Cedar Falls, we have an abundance of couples who fell in love at first sight, and a divorce rate that is practically non-existent. Rumors are always flying that it’s in our water supply. Newsflash-it’s not. Believe me, I’ve tried. Anyway, lots of people have gotten their happily ever after here; including my mom. While I’m happy for her and my many happily paired up friends, I can’t help but be a bit envious of everyone’s happiness. Sometimes, I wish I would get struck by the instalove bug.
I spend the rest of the afternoon moping in my sad dorm room. When my friend, Abby, finds me, she decides to drag me down to the neighborhood bar to have some fun. I try to decline, but she won’t take no for an answer.
A short time later, I am nursing a Shirley Temple (don’t judge; it’s delicious) as Abby dances with some friends at The Afterglow . It is really loud in here, and the strobe lights are messing with my eyes. This place is really not my cup of tea, but I am happy for a distraction from the shit day I’ve had. I will just chug Shirley Temples, and watch everyone else have fun. That’s my plan, anyway, until I crash into a giant, sexy wall of a man, and spill my drink all over him.
I look up and catch my breath as my entire body goes on high alert. Jesus, he is gorgeous . He’s so tall, he towers over me. Scratch that; he towers over everyone , even the freaking bouncers. It’s like meeting a real-life Jack Reacher. All I can do is stare at the scorching hot man in front of me. After several beats, I realize that he is dripping wet with my drink, and I spring into action, grabbing some napkins from the bar.
“Oh, shoot! I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I ask as I start scrubbing the napkins at his soaked t-shirt that’s straining against his powerful muscles. I touch his impressive biceps, and once I start, I can’t stop. I want to touch them all day, every day. My pussy throbs as I look up into his eyes. I realize I am acting like a sex-starved lunatic, but I just can’t bring myself to take my hands off him.
“Fuck me,” he says in a deep, husky voice.
My panties drench as I realize that for the first time in my twenty years of life, yes, I’d like that very, very much.