MY STEPBROTHER'S RETURN

s are decussated, perhaps to stamp down that irritating throb between my legs. I don'

me this hot, for good

hot guy like me, or you being called gorgeous? Hasn't any man appreciated you for the bea

hat he is right. I mean, this is him, my stepbrother, the

s soon as I saw him, cursing him for making me leave my busy schedule and come all the way here. Yet

ear-old adult for crying out loud, and I need

o the car before I change my mind and leave you here," I sa

ars. It never thumbed like this, even for Leon. Some kind of evil power ought t

ai

my body stand on alert as he grabs my hand from behind. Holy Gracious Mary, explain to me

en in ten years?" He asks, opening his arms wide to welco

homey chest, or his strong arms and the way they are tightly but gently embracing me into him. I just can't tell what is arousing me like this, and I hate it. No.

so different, weakening my bones and arousing more

een what I am feeling. I feel like I am floating in a quagmire of hate,

tter get going," I say as I turn arou

says, stopping me again

is be

ng and dealing with stupid traffic jams? Well, what does he remember about me? And even if he did, what

He adds, stretching

wilderment. "Why?" I a

im in Cuba? He seems the exact opposite of wha

can recall. Your ass might be burning already. Plus, I can compens

? What a jerk! I would have applauded him

ooking back. I was about to open the door, but a hand held the door

to be because he isn't backing down. I can't understand the look in his eyes either. It's a dark look, bleeding a comb

bidden! None of this

stance between us. The heat he is percolating is still

ng?" I whine in a

if looking for something. "And what is happening to you, sweet little sister?" He hoa

hoping that he does not witness this fo

this naughty, little sissy?" He asks with an annoying smug, del

arise. Something so para

bring from wherever he came from? How did he even

idden feeling. I have to

ge of fire burning inside of me. "Y

e car, caging me to him and leaning too close

ou in any way? Are you sure your pants are not wet as we sp

is enjoying playing with me. He is making fun of me, and I sho

calmly to avoid arousing suspicions around us

er than I had known it to be, his eyes drilling through mine

That way, Joe Fredrick Montana, no annoying person like you will be born int

o get on his nerves like I always did. I wanted to