Page 12 of Jealous Stepbrother (Jealous & Possessive #4)

KICK IT UP A NOTCH

Asher

I take Monday and Tuesday off.

The crew can survive without me for forty-eight hours.

Scarlett can’t.

I didn’t forget how bad her periods get, but it was a memory tucked away behind a million others. How she tries to pretend she’s not feeling fragile when all she wants is comfort and pampering.

We don’t go anywhere.

I order heat packs, pain meds, and her favorite takeout—yes, I know exactly what it is, down to the sauce she likes on the side.

And when I catch her trying to escape her bed for the third time, I lock the door, pocket the key, turn on Netflix, and pull her right back down into my arms and flick the next movie on.

Rom-com.

One she’s watched so many times she can quote it line for line. She doesn’t even notice that I’ve memorized which scenes make her laugh and which ones make her tear up.

She laughs once—really laughs—and the sound knocks something loose in my chest. It’s better than any design award I’ve ever had.

On Tuesday night, she falls asleep with her head in my lap, the flicker of the screen turning her hair to molten fire. I stroke it back from her face and tell myself my heart skipping every other beat is absolutely one hundred fucking percent normal.

By Wednesday, the fragile edge is gone.

It’s been slowly replaced with something else. Awareness . Hunger . That expanding obsession now laced with heavier doses of desperation.

We’re back in work mode but we’re still at home.

We work side by side in the studio.

Every time she leans over the table, I catch her scent, the curve of her neck, the sway of her hips, and I know I can’t wait anymore.

She catches me staring more than once. Her lips part like she’s about to say something, but then she bites them instead.

That bite nearly ends me.

But when I finally pull her into my arms, for the first time, there’s zero resistance.

My heart jumps, even as I try to maintain an even keel. “Feeling better?”

She nods. “Much. Thanks for looking after me.”

I smile, deliberately lacing it with a hint of wickedness. “I take care of what’s mine. Best way to keep all engines purring.”

She reels back, ready to bite my head off, but whatever she sees in my face makes her relax. But that ease doesn’t last.

Heat and need claw through the air.

I press her back against the glass wall. Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t push me away. “Want to thank me properly?”

Her breath hitches. Then she swallows, her eyes dropping to my mouth. “You…you want a kiss?” she murmurs, her voice a touch hoarse.

And a shit ton more. “Hmm, for starters. Have I not been patient, little sis?”

She blinks, slicks her tongue over her mouth. Then stares up at me through her long lashes. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

A tiny flash of uncertainty crosses her face. “Okay…yes, you’ve been patient.”

I grimace. “Fuck. It’s like squeezing blood from stone with you, isn’t it?”

Hurt flashes across her eyes and I want to kick my own ass.

“Fuck it, I guess we’re doing it the only way that works best, aren’t we?” I reach for her, to snatch her closer, to play the role of Asshole Obsessed Stepbrother, a role I’ve played to perfection over the last six hellish years.

Except it doesn’t feel like playing anymore.

It’s fucking real and I’m sick of waiting for her to admit she wants me half as much as I’m out of my mind for her.

“Wait,” she blurts, surprising the fuck out of me.

I grit my teeth. And I wait. Because it turns out this Asshole Obsessed Stepbrother is wrapped around his sister’s dainty finger.

And sweet mother of God, I must have done something right after all because my gorgeous baby sister starts to sink to her knees right in front of me.

My breath strangles to nothing, then attempts to strangle me to death when she stops.

“Scarlett.” My ragged voice is a warning and a plea.

She shakes her head, her gaze darting from my face to the agonizing erection tenting my pants—where it pauses for excruciatingly long seconds while the tempting little minx licks her lips —before she drags her gaze to the sofa at the far end of the studio.

I clock her intentions and I move .

Snatching her up against my chest and striding across the room while my mouth claims hers. There’s nothing but heat, teeth, tongue, and four years of wanting crackling in my hands like a magician’s trick about to go wrong.

At the sofa, I slide her slowly down my body until she’s on her feet.

Her lips cling to mine and every whimper from her thickens my cock until I’m certain I’m about to blow in my pants. But I need to establish a few things, so reluctantly I pull away.

“Before we go any further, this is just the starters. You know that, right?”

Her eyes grow wide, but she nods. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

She plants her small hands on my chest and pushes me, and with a twitchy smile, I drop into the sofa, spread my arms along the back.

She stares at my face, my chest, my dick. Swallows and bites her lips and fuck me, I want to devour this girl until there’s nothing left.

Until she’s inside me.

“Get to work then, princess.”

Slowly, she sinks to her knees with the grace of a ballet dancer, looking up at me with that mixture of defiance and curiosity and arousal.

And holy hell, I love the sight of her kneeling between my knees more than I like the idea of breathing. But something else occurs to me as she reaches up, starts unbuttoning my shirt, baring my inked chest to the sunlight.

“You better not have done this for anyone else.” My voice is low and dark, filled with all the deranged things I plan on doing if her answer isn’t to my liking.

Her cheeks flush. “What if I have?”

My hand darts out, spikes into her hair. She flinches but I don’t loosen my grip. “No, baby. That’s not the right answer. Have you done this before?” I mentally scroll through my phone contacts wondering who best can give me an alibi if I have to commit murder.

Her flush deepens and she holds my gaze for all of three seconds before it drops. “N-no. I haven’t.”

Relief punches through me.

My thumb strokes over her lower lip and her fingers flutter over my skin. “Good.”

Reluctantly, I return my hand to the top of the seat, watching her through hooded eyes. “What are you waiting for, baby sis? Take me out.”

One of those fucking sexy sounds bounces from her puffy lips, tapping straight to my balls. She frees the last button and parts my shirt. Then her eyes grow a little drowsy.

She’s seen me without my shirt many times. But of course, it’s always with a much more urgent agenda in play, like how quickly I can slide my cock between her luscious tits.

Blow my nut before I lose my mind.

This is the first time she’s really taking me in without my cock in the way. I fight the urge to preen for her. Grit my teeth to keep the words locked inside.

Yeah, baby, I kept myself in prime shape, ripped as fuck. Just for you.

“Scarlett.”

Her breath rushes out and I realize she was holding it.

I fight a smile, which dissolves when her fingers whisper over my engorged dick. My pec muscles dance under my clench and she whimpers again. I know she hasn’t fully taken in some of the artwork decorating my flesh, but that can wait for another time for her to discover their significance.

I hold my breath until she frees my belt, pops the single button and, her cute nose fluttering, she slowly drags down my zipper.

Her eyes are growing wider even before she reaches for the briefs underneath and draws it down. My cock springs free and she squeaks.

“Oh…God,” she whispers.

“Wrong name, doll. Try again.”

She shakes her head, her eyes still riveted to my throbbing rod.

“You act like you haven’t seen it before,” I murmur, my breath hissing when hers washes over the sensitive head.

“I…I know but…there’s always so much else going on…”

I nod, getting it. “But now you have its undivided attention. Would you like me to talk you through it, sis? Show you how best to suck your brother’s cock down your throat?”

Her attempted outrage falls before it’s even started, her whole body trembling even as she parts her lips and utters the predictable, “Stepbrother.”

“Hmm, and is that a yes or would you like to fumble your way through it?” My voice is barely coherent, just the act of her watching my cock is driving me insane.

Her eyes flick up. She swallows again. Then, “Yes.”

“Good. As much as it’ll drive me insane, we’re not going to rush this. You’re going to learn how to do this the way I like it. My way, hmm?”

“Yes, Asher.”

There’s a hint of a tease in there, but my dick doesn’t care. It jumps and leaks and she gasps and trembles as she watches it.

“Touch me, baby. Take it in those pretty hands.”

She obeys and Christ, I want to seize up and melt at the same time. My head feels so heavy it drops my chin to my chest. I’m utterly enraptured watching Scarlett wrap her hands around my dick for the first time.

Up until this instant, I thought the second best thing to fucking her tight pussy was fucking her tits. Now I know different.

It’s feeling the warmth of her hand enclose me in a tight fist.

“Tighter,” I rasp, and she immediately increases the pressure. “Hmm, good girl.” Although I have a feeling the feel of her mouth is going to be even—fuck, I can’t think about that or I’ll blow my wad.

I regulate my breathing with a few deep inhales.

Until she starts to stroke me. I slam my head against the seat. “Fuck.”

Empowered, she increases the motion. Then…sweet Jesus in heaven, she adds the twist at the end. Red flares across my vision. “Where the fuck did you learn that?” I snap, even as my muscles quake with pleasure.

“From…watching you do it.”

I breathe easier. Nod. Pant. “Ah…clever girl. More. Fuck yes, just like that.” I hiss repeatedly as each stroke sends flames licking through my veins. “You’re a damn natural, aren’t you?”

Watching her watch my cock as she pumps threatens to send me deeper into madness. I raise my hips long enough to yank my pants and briefs to my knees. “Stop.”