Chapter 41 Wanna Fuck My Stepbrother 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
HAZEL'S POV
Was it normal?
Thinking about your stepbrother? How it would feel when he was pounding into you while his gaze locked on yours? Those stormy grey eyes that I couldn't get out of my head? How it would feel when he was looking up at me while his tongue flicked over my clit? How it would feel for him to wreck me over and over and let me scream his name?
Roman. Roman. Roman.
I don't think it was.
But could I stop?
No, I couldn't.
Roman Darius was literally my biggest crush. Bill's only son who was in college already. I know it was weird, I shouldn't be crushing on my stepbrother but have you seen him? 6’2 inches of trouble? Dark hair, green eyes, tattoos that I needed to trace with my tongue…
Now, I stood in the living room, staring at my mum with my lips slightly parted in shock as she dropped the biggest bomb of the century on me.
“Roman will be coming over to take care of you for the weekend. Can't trust you alone after you decided to cause a fire last time.” Her brows were furrowed as she checked her bag for her lipstick.
My throat dried and my fingers began to dig into the cushion. “Mum, seriously? You're leaving me here with him so you can go hangout with Uncle Bill?”
“Your father, Hazel. Are we not over this?” She looked up at me and I looked away, biting down hard on my lip. “What's the problem anyways? You like seeing Roman.”
Yeah, before my thoughts about him turned unholy.
“You could tell him you finally got admission into college this morning, baby. Now, I'm late for my flight. See you on Monday.” She blew a kiss at me before strutting out.
Oh lord…help me so I don't do anything stupid. I hadn't seen him in a year. Now, I was 19 with hormones that fluctuated like someone hit fast forward on a movie and a thirst for the one man I couldn't have.
Finally, when the sun was high above the horizon, the doorbell rang and I swear my heart squeezed out my ribcage and I watched it scramble across the living room.
Get it together, Hazel.
I opened the door with a small smile that faltered when I caught sight of him. One word ㅡ holy fuck.
He was standing there, his dark slightly longer hair damp and falling into wet strands over his face and a lip piercing that made my legs buckle.
I knew he was hot. Everyone did. But I was looking at now? Holy shit.
“Hey, Hazel… sorry, I'm late. Getting a cab at the airport was hell.” He stepped in, leaving me standing in the doorway with my mouth agape.
When I didn't say anything for a second, he dropped his bag to the floor and opened his arms. “You're not gonna give me a hug or something? Look how much you've grown…”
I turned in time to see his gaze raking over me and maybe I was paranoid but his eyes stayed longer on the curve of my ass before his gaze flicked back to mine.
Without thinking, I crossed the space between us and wrapped my arms around him, ignoring the wet part of his shirt. “Missed you, Roman,” I whispered into his shirt, my hands beginning to trace the hard defined muscles of his back.
With a chuckle, he pulled away. “Let me go freshen up and get my things in order, hm? Before you feel me all the way up.”
My cheeks heated up at the blunt use of his words and I looked away. “Sorry about that. Sure.”
“You don't have to be sorry, Hazel. You just had to ask.”
Before I could ask what the fuck that meant, he was already hauling his bag into the house.
Something about his visit…felt different.
The clock hit 8pm and I sat on the couch, fiddling with my fingers. He had not come out again.
Shit.
Before I could talk myself out of doing something stupid, I found my feet taking me to the room mum had set out for him.
What had he been doing in here since?
Slowly, I raised my hand and knocked. Twice. Just a light rap over the door.
The sound of shuffling feet reached me a second before the door pulled open and we came face to face with him towering over me.
He had his headphones slung around his neck, a sheen of sweat on his forehead while his laptop lay on the bed behind him.
“What's up?” He raised a brow. “I'm not having dinner tonight, Hazel. I already had some burritos and I'm not hungry.”
I immediately found myself itching to keep the conversation. “Can we talk?”
His expression turned confused for a second, then conflicted, then he nodded, stepping aside for me. “Come on in.”
With a small nod, I walked in, shuddering when the door closed behind me, my gaze fixed on the rumpled sheets of the bed.
Imagine me sprawled there, my legs wide open while he feasted on me.
Holy shit.
“I was actually going to come tell youㅡ” I spun around to look at him, only to almost bump into his hard chest as he was suddenly behind me, looking down at me.
“Tell me what?” He rasped, a brow raised.
My heart was pounding in the space between us and the air suddenly seemed to be tight with tension.
Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do it.
My gaze dropped to his lips. Firm. Pink. Soft.
He traced my gaze and I could feel him tense too but he didn't make a move to break the air between us.
Don't do it, Hazel.
My legs moved before my body could comply with my brain.
I leaned up and pressed my lips to his.
Yes, I fucking kissed him.
For a second he didn't move, just let me stay there, hearts racing against each other.
This was such a bad idea. Fuck, hazel.
Just as I pulled away embarrassed, his hand shot out, threading into my hair as it curled against the nape of my neck to pull me back into a kiss again.
Oh my fucking…
Roman Darius was kissing me back.