Stepbrother's Unbridled Passion Boxed Set Read Online Free
Author: Terry Towers
past her teenaged crush on him. Aside from his outburst at the hot tub, he'd never shown any interest before or after, so she knew she had to be mistaken. But, she was equally as sure she had seen a slight bulge pressing against the flannel lounge pants he was wearing.
Not possible, he can’t be interested , she reasoned with herself, dismissing the thought because he'd just spent the night with the blonde. Why would he be with someone the day before she arrived if he had even a remote interest, right?
Hanging up her final blouse, she stashed the suitcases under the bed and wandered into the kitchen. Was he really interested? Wasn't he? Would it be smart to even try to find out? Having secret fantasies of her stepbrother was one thing, but to actually initiate something with him was a gamble.
The delicious smells of bacon and eggs frying made her stomach grumble as she entered the kitchen. Upon setting eyes on Ryker she was slightly disappointed to see that he'd pulled on a grey t-shirt with Boston PD printed across the chest.
"Something smells delicious." She walked over to him, and slid her fingers along his lower back as she came to stand beside him at the stove.
His body tensed at her touch, but quickly relaxed as he looked down at her, his green eyes piercing into her brown ones. "It's almost done."
"You cooking me Sunday morning breakfast; just like old times." She gave him a playful hip bump as she grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate he'd just placed it on. “Whenever the folks were away.”
"Not quite like old times," he said as he bumped her back and their eyes locked for just long enough to send a shiver through her. Clearing his throat and looking slightly uncomfortable, he reached into the overhead cabinet and pulled down a couple of plates, dividing up the food. Eggs, bacon, home fries and a slice of toast were arranged onto each of the plates before he handed her one.
"So what do you mean by not quite like old times?" she asked sitting down at the small wooden two-person kitchen table and popping another slice of bacon into her mouth.
He took a drink of his water and met her gaze. "Well, there’s no after-party mess to clean up. And you've grown up." He smiled uneasily. "We both have."
"Yeah. Why haven't you come home this past year anyhow? Your mom has been rather upset over it."
He lowered his eyes, avoiding eye contact. "Just busy. You know, work and stuff. I’m the new kid on the block, so to speak, so I have to work my ass off trying to prove myself."
"She misses you." Chloe paused, not sure if she should say the rest, then decided what the hell. "I've missed you." She ran a hand through her long, dark curls and focused on her food.
He didn’t comment, instead he scooped up a forkful of scrambled egg and stuffed it into his mouth.
The remainder of their breakfast was used for idle chitchat, mostly about her upcoming classes and his work. She'd told him that she missed him and he hadn't responded, as far as she was concerned that told her all she needed to know. She'd misread him, plain and simple – a result of her wishful thinking.
"I'm sorry, Chirps. It wasn't my intention to upset any of you," Ryker said as he stood and rinsed off his plate.
Laughing, she followed his lead, passing her empty plate to him, and looked up to meet his gaze. "Oh come on, let's not start with the Chirps, it was an embarrassing name back when we were kids and it's embarrassing now."
"It's not my fault that when you laugh really hard you sound like a bird chirping."
"I do not." Chloe bit hard on her lower lip, forcing herself not to laugh and prove him right.
"Oh?" He raised a brow at her and took a step toward her, determination and mischief in his gaze.
She took a step back, keeping a solid two-foot distance between them. "Stop. Don't."
Ryker lunged and gripped her sides, just below her breasts, proceeding with the dreaded tickle torture.
"Noooo!" Chloe squirmed and wiggled, attempting to free
Not possible, he can’t be interested , she reasoned with herself, dismissing the thought because he'd just spent the night with the blonde. Why would he be with someone the day before she arrived if he had even a remote interest, right?
Hanging up her final blouse, she stashed the suitcases under the bed and wandered into the kitchen. Was he really interested? Wasn't he? Would it be smart to even try to find out? Having secret fantasies of her stepbrother was one thing, but to actually initiate something with him was a gamble.
The delicious smells of bacon and eggs frying made her stomach grumble as she entered the kitchen. Upon setting eyes on Ryker she was slightly disappointed to see that he'd pulled on a grey t-shirt with Boston PD printed across the chest.
"Something smells delicious." She walked over to him, and slid her fingers along his lower back as she came to stand beside him at the stove.
His body tensed at her touch, but quickly relaxed as he looked down at her, his green eyes piercing into her brown ones. "It's almost done."
"You cooking me Sunday morning breakfast; just like old times." She gave him a playful hip bump as she grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate he'd just placed it on. “Whenever the folks were away.”
"Not quite like old times," he said as he bumped her back and their eyes locked for just long enough to send a shiver through her. Clearing his throat and looking slightly uncomfortable, he reached into the overhead cabinet and pulled down a couple of plates, dividing up the food. Eggs, bacon, home fries and a slice of toast were arranged onto each of the plates before he handed her one.
"So what do you mean by not quite like old times?" she asked sitting down at the small wooden two-person kitchen table and popping another slice of bacon into her mouth.
He took a drink of his water and met her gaze. "Well, there’s no after-party mess to clean up. And you've grown up." He smiled uneasily. "We both have."
"Yeah. Why haven't you come home this past year anyhow? Your mom has been rather upset over it."
He lowered his eyes, avoiding eye contact. "Just busy. You know, work and stuff. I’m the new kid on the block, so to speak, so I have to work my ass off trying to prove myself."
"She misses you." Chloe paused, not sure if she should say the rest, then decided what the hell. "I've missed you." She ran a hand through her long, dark curls and focused on her food.
He didn’t comment, instead he scooped up a forkful of scrambled egg and stuffed it into his mouth.
The remainder of their breakfast was used for idle chitchat, mostly about her upcoming classes and his work. She'd told him that she missed him and he hadn't responded, as far as she was concerned that told her all she needed to know. She'd misread him, plain and simple – a result of her wishful thinking.
"I'm sorry, Chirps. It wasn't my intention to upset any of you," Ryker said as he stood and rinsed off his plate.
Laughing, she followed his lead, passing her empty plate to him, and looked up to meet his gaze. "Oh come on, let's not start with the Chirps, it was an embarrassing name back when we were kids and it's embarrassing now."
"It's not my fault that when you laugh really hard you sound like a bird chirping."
"I do not." Chloe bit hard on her lower lip, forcing herself not to laugh and prove him right.
"Oh?" He raised a brow at her and took a step toward her, determination and mischief in his gaze.
She took a step back, keeping a solid two-foot distance between them. "Stop. Don't."
Ryker lunged and gripped her sides, just below her breasts, proceeding with the dreaded tickle torture.
"Noooo!" Chloe squirmed and wiggled, attempting to free
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