Chapter Four
Jana
Watching Shawn walk outside to get his things is definitely not a good idea. My eyes move right to his ass and I need to remind myself this is Jim’s son, my stepbrother. When I figured on having some fun with someone on my vacation, I sure as hell didn’t mean this.
What the hell was I supposed to say when he asked to stay here?
It’s probably a bad idea, no it’s definitely a bad idea.
I’ve got too much built up sexual tension and damn it, everything about him reminds me of it.
Each time he’s gotten close to me, too close, and my traitorous body turns to jello. It’s like a pull that I need to resist.
He’s intense, almost mean, but fuck it does things to me.
“Jana?”
I snap my head up and instantly feel myself blush. Fuck was he talking? “Yeah?”
He lightly chuckles and holds up his suitcase. “Can you show me where I’m staying? If that doesn’t interfere with your vacation that is.”
Asshole. I get up and motion for him to follow me. Going down the hallway, I stop in front of the other guest room. “Here,” I say, pushing the door open.
He steps inside and glances around, before dropping his suitcase on the bed.
Leaning forward he pushes on the bed several times before turning his head toward me.
That damn burning in my face returns and I know I need to walk away.
He’s going to know what I’m thinking just by looking at me.
Before I turn away, he crawls up the bed and lays down.
Putting his arms behind his head, he pins me with those blue eyes. “Bed’s a little small don’t you think?”
I swallow a few times trying to find my voice, because right now the sight of him lying in that bed pinning me in his gaze is making these panties wet.
“It’s the same size as mine,” I say. What the fuck?
He chuckles and sits up, pulling the black shirt he has on over his head and tossing it to the floor. Holy fuck, this can’t be happening. His body, at least what I can see, is fucking amazing. Every little move he makes flexes a different muscle and it’s sexy as hell.
He lays back in his original position and smirks. “You can stay if you want, but if you’re leaving can you close the door behind you.”
My eyes widen and I quickly close the door. I close my eyes briefly trying to compose myself before going back out into the living room. Falling onto the couch, I cover my face with a pillow and try to clear my head.
I need to go out and get drunk with Zoey. Get my mind off of the dirty things I want my stepbrother to do to me.
The house phone rings in the kitchen and I groan getting up. I answer just in time. “Hey Zoey, why the hell are you calling the house?”
“You didn’t answer your damn cell phone and I needed to talk, I just got into a fight with Will,” she whines.
Usually listening to her complain about their fights is annoying as hell, but right now, I welcome any distraction. She goes on and on about their fight and I turn everything off and set the alarm, agreeing with her about it all. I climb into bed and continue to listen to Zoey for over an hour.
“Zoey, how about we go out tomorrow? I could use a few drinks,” I say when she finally gives me a chance to talk.
“Being alone too much for you in that big house?” she jokes.
I let out a sigh and look at my closed door. “I’m not exactly alone.”
“What? You let me go on and on when you have a guy there. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Relax, it’s not like that. Jim’s son showed up and needed a place to stay,” I say, pulling the covers up a bit higher.
“No shit. What’s he like?” she asks.
“A cocky, intense, asshole.”
She laughs and I feel myself starting to join in. “So he’s hot as fuck right?”
“You have no idea.”
“Good luck with that, but yeah let’s go out tomorrow. First round’s on me,” she says.
After another twenty minutes we hang up and I turn off all the lights. As soon as my eyes close, I hear a noise and snap them open. Not even thinking, I climb out of bed and swing open the door.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” I yell and turn around.
Shawn stands in the hallway, wet hair from a shower in nothing but his blue boxers.
“Jana, you act like you’ve never seen a guy before, relax,” he says, laughing.
“Shut up, I’m going back to bed,” I mumble and go to close the door, which is met with resistance.
Turning around, I nearly bump into his solid bare chest and holy shit it’s unreal that this is real life because his body is by far the hottest, most muscular one I’ve ever seen.
“You have seen a guy before, haven’t you Jana? Or is it the fact you find me a cocky, intense, asshole too much for you,” he asks in a deep, sexy voice.
“What the hell?” I shriek, getting louder with each word. How does he know that?
He leans his solid body against my door jam and crosses his arms. “You think I’m hot as fuck, huh?”
“What the fuck, why would you even ask me that?” I ask, totally taken back by his forwardness and the fact he’s repeating my words by to me.
He shrugs and lets his eyes wander up and down my body. “I’m not asking Jana, I heard what you said. Is that why you’re so nervous around me?”
“You listened to my phone call? And I’m not nervous around you. It’s inappropriate that’s all,” I say, tripping over my words.
He laughs, shaking his head, causing his wet, messy, brown hair to fall into his face. “Nothing inappropriate about this. My cock isn’t out for you to see.” He moves in a little closer. “I might have heard what you were talking about on the phone.”
“Shawn, seriously get the hell out of my room,” I breathe out.
“Night Jana,” he says, grabbing onto the doorknob and pulling the door. Right before it’s closed, he sticks his head in and smirks. “Sweet dreams.”
Falling face first onto the bed, I know sleep isn’t going to come easily.
**
I wake up and smile with all the sunlight that floods this room.
Rolling onto my side, I listen carefully to see if Shawn is awake yet.
I don’t hear anything so I get up and go into the bathroom.
I check the rest of the house when I’m finished and realize he’s not home.
Smiling at the thought, I go back to my room to get dressed and get this day started.
I’m excited to go out tonight with Zoey, so I’m going to relax most of the day.
Just as I’m about to slide off my sweats, I hear Shawn coming down the hallway. I open the door and I’m met by his sexy grin.
“Morning,” he says, wiping his forehead with his shirt.
“Morning. Where were you so early?” I ask.
“Went for a run. I’m going to jump in the shower and maybe we can figure something out for breakfast when I’m done,” he says, going into his room.
Surprised at his pleasant demeanor, I simply nod and push the door closed a bit. I hear the shower turn on and slide my sweats off as I think of the water running down his muscular body. I imagine what it would be like to be in that shower and rub my hands all over him.
I can feel my panties getting wet just thinking about it and I know there is only one way to get through this day with him. Climbing onto the bed, I slip my panties off and drop them on the floor. Laying back, I close my eyes and let my imagination take over.
Picturing Shawn, I lightly run my hand down my body until I reach my wet pussy.
I spread my legs and feel how wet I am. Letting out a soft moan, I start rubbing myself, imagining it’s his rough hand.
My body is so wound up and responsive to my touch and I know it’s not going to take much.
Rubbing my clit, I bite down on my lip to hold in the moan I want to let out.
Going faster, I picture Shawn between my legs, using his tongue to push me over the edge.
“Need some help?”
I snap my eyes open and scream when I see Shawn leaning against my door jam. “Get the fuck out,” I yell, pulling the covers over me to cover up. I’ve never in my life been more humiliated than I am in this moment.
He doesn’t get out though, he walks into my room and looks down at me. “You wanted me to see.”
“No, I didn’t. Now get out,” I yell, holding tightly to the covers.
“Yes, you did. If you didn’t want me to see, you would have closed and locked your door. But you didn’t, you left it open just enough so I could see what you were doing,” he says in that seductive voice.
“Please get out, Shawn,” I plead, because suddenly I’m not quite as embarrassed and getting turned on by the way he’s looking at me.
“Were you thinking about me Jana? Was it me touching that soft, wet pussy?” he asks, sitting down on my bed.
“Please go,” I whisper, losing the fight with his dirty talk.
“When a fantasy can happen, never deny it, Jana. Tell me what I was doing and I’ll do it. I’ll make you feel things you never thought you’d feel,” he whispers, pulling his shirt over his head and pulling the covers away from my body. “Tell me Jana, what was I doing?”
I don’t say anything. I’m not sure words can form right now, because this alone could make me orgasm.
He climbs behind me and pulls my back to rest on his chest. Feeling his hard cock against my bare ass causes me to rub gently against him.
“Mmm, good girl. Now talk to me. Is this what I was doing? Were my hands squeezing your tits?” he asks as his hands move slowly down my arms and he cups my tits in his hands, massaging them.
“No, that wasn’t it. Was it this?” He moves his hands down and pushes my legs apart before rubbing my pussy. ”
My head drops back, landing on his solid chest. “Oh God,” I moan out.
“Was this it Jana? Were my hands rubbing your wet pussy?” he questions low in my ear.
This is wrong, so fucking wrong. I know this shouldn’t be happening, his extremely talented hands should not be making me feels the things they are. Just as I open my mouth to protest, he pushes two fingers inside my aching pussy.
“Fuck,” I moan, arching my back.
Moving his fingers slowly in and out, he lightly bites my ear. “This pussy is so tight, sweetheart. I fucking like that.”