Crude: A Stepbrother Romance Read Online Free Page A

look up with a start, blushing as I realize he’s staring right at me; “No, I wasn’t-” I frown; “It doesn’t bother you? Your dad dying?”

    He just shrugs again; “It phased me I guess. What do you know about it.”

    I give him a look; “You did notice that my dad doesn’t currently have a wife, right?”

    The smirk leaves his face, but he says nothing.

    “My mom left when I was eight, you know. I get not having a parent, just in case you wanted to talk ab-”

    “Super, guess we’re best buds then now, huh?”

    I purse my lips as I frown at him; “You know it’s not like all this is my fault somehow. I didn’t ask for some hot-headed dick to come into my life and be my brother.”

    “ Step -brother,” He says sharply; “And I didn’t ask for a little uptight rich-bitch of a stepsister trying to give me life advice.”

    I shake my head and look away; “Why are you such an asshole?”

    “Because I’m good at it.”

    “Tell me about it.”

    “You seemed to be OK with it that night at-”

    “Knox!” I hiss, shooting a cautionary look back at the house, however ridiculous I know it is.

    He sighs; “Oh my God , calm the fuck down, Joan Jett. Look, I’m not going to blow up your spot, I already told you.”

    He takes a final drag of his smoke as he stands and flicks it into the yard, making me grit my teeth at the motion. He looks up at me, and his face seems to soften a little; “So what happened to your mom?”

    “I don’t want to talk about it.” And I don’t ; not anymore, and not with this giant dickhead.

    “What, drugs? Cheated on your dad? Is that why he’s all strict?”

    “Look, forget it.”

    He steps around the table towards me, and I’m eying him until I realize he’s moving behind me, and I suddenly wrinkle my nose at him suspiciously as I whirl my head; “What are you doing? ”

    “Helping you relax, you’re all wound-up looking.”

    He moves behind me, and I’m frowning and starting to rise out of my chair when I jump at the feel of his hands on my shoulders; “ What are you-”

    I bite my lip and close my eyes for a second in spite of myself as I feel his strong fingers begin to dig into the muscles of my shoulders. It feels wonderful , and I almost moan out loud at the release of my tension before I stop myself; “OK, stop. Cut that out.”

    “Really?” I suddenly jump again at the sound of his voice right in my ear; “I’ve been told I’m pretty good with my fingers.”

    I blush a deep crimson, feeling shocked and scandalized by his innuendo. Well, let me rephrase that; I know I should be blushing because I’m feeling scandalized by his crudeness. Instead though, I think I’m just a little more curious than I should be.

    His thumbs dig deep into my coiled muscles, his fingers sliding down over my shoulders and down towards the front of my— Ooookay .

    “OK, you have to stop that,” I say quickly, pushing his hands off of my shoulders as I quickly stand and whip around to him.

    “Aww, we were just starting to have some fun, princess!” He winks at me, very obviously dropping his gaze to my breasts and arching his eyebrows suggestively.

    And if I wasn’t scandalized before, I am now by my own traitorous thoughts and my own imagination running far more wild than it ought to. He looks like temptation on freaking stick standing there half in shadow and half lit by the patio lights like some sort of “good-versus-evil” Renaissance painting. He absolutely exudes sex, with his rugged, suggestive smile, and those devilish eyes just hinting at something dirty, like some sort of raunchy and scandalous secret you’re just dying to have whispered in your ear.

    Um, yeah, you need to walk away from this right now.

    “Weren’t we?”

    I blink; “Huh?”

    Knox grins; “Weren’t we just starting to have a little fun?”

    I blush again before I drag my thoughts back out of the gutter and quickly cross my arms over my chest; “ We