BAD LUST: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 1) by Aurora Hayes, Ana W. Fawkes Page A

showing, while you ’ re puking. ”
    Her cheeks turn red before turning
white.
    The vodka is winning.
    Fuck, my tongue is winning.
    I swallow as I get her to her own
bathroom. I taste her sweetness again.
    The bathroom stinks of her. From
the shampoo and conditioner to lotion to perfume. It screams everything Jade
smells of. And my cock is still pressing against my jeans, a prisoner captive,
ready to make an escape.
    Jade starts to fall and I catch
her. Of course my hand grabs her ass. My other hand slides around to her front,
touching her belly. My pinky and ring fingers are touching bare skin.
    I ’ m
killing myself right now with this shit.
    I need to drop and run.
    Walk the fuck away.
    She ’ ll
be fine.
    She ’ s
drunk and needs to puke. She ’ ll
probably cry, hate herself, and sleep right on the floor. Then I can ride her
ass about it tomorrow.
    Ride her ass.
    Fuck, now bad do I want her ass …
    Jade goes to her knees. I ’ m bending over and she sticks
her ass against my jeans. She groans and I assume it ’ s from her stomach ready to unleash hell. Or maybe
she felt the thickness of my cock.
    Sorry, but I ’ m not losing good wood over a little puke. For all
I care she could throw up and then wipe her mouth and drop her PJ ’ s. I can get right back to work.
It takes a lot more than that to make my cock slow down.
    I lift the toilet seat and Jade has
her head right there, ready to go. The position I ’ m
in behind her leaves my mind and body racing. I reach forward and grab her
hair, pulling it all back behind her head.
    “ Thank …”
    She doesn ’ t get the you out before she starts to throw
up.
    And holy fucking hell, she sounds
like a dying animal when she pukes. The crying and groaning make me think she ’ s in pain.
    But after she stops, she turns her
head and whispers, “ I hate
puking. I ’ m afraid I ’ ll choke …”
    You weren ’ t afraid of choking the
other night …
    I shake the thought away.
    I touch the side of her cheek and
whisper, “ It ’ s okay. I ’ m right here. ”
    Jade groans and then throws up
again.
    The noises are horrific and this
time, when she stops, we ’ re
not alone.
    “ Jade? ” a voice asks.
    I look back and there ’ s businessman Thomas. Oh, look,
and there ’ s my goddamn
mother. In another change of clothes now. A long red dress looking thing. As
though she ’ s going to take
the stage and actually give a shit about something again in life.
    “ Is
she okay? ” my mother asks.
    “ She ’ s cleaning the damn toilet, ” I say. “ What does it look like? ”
    “ Is
she drunk? ” Thomas growls.
    “ No, ” I spit back. “ Her stomach hurts. What the hell
did you have those people cook for dinner? ”
    My mother touches her stomach. I
can see her mind searching, wondering if she ate what Jade ate.
    There ’ s
nothing wrong with the food. Hell, it was top notch, worth every damn penny
Thomas paid for. This is the vodka and the orgasm making Jade go crazy.
    “ Do
you mind? ” I ask.
    Jade has her head turned. She ’ s blinking slowly. “ I ’ m
okay …”
    “ Oh,
Jade, ” her father says.
    He steps forward and I put a hand
out. “ Do you want to get
sick, too? ”
    Thomas freezes.
    “ He ’ s just trying to help his
daughter, ” my mother says.
    “ And
I ’ m helping you two. The
conference in New York? ”
    I act like I give a shit. And
Thomas looks like he ’ s
buying it.
    “ He ’ s right, ” Thomas says to my mother. “ We have to be there. At the very least, I have to
be there. But I need you there, Rebecca. To show face. Us. Together. ”
    “ I ’ ve got this, ” I say. “ I ’ ll
make sure she gets to bed. With a bucket and all that doctor shit. I promise. ”
    “ Thank
you, Jake, ” my mother says.
    “ I
have a feeling about you, son, ” Thomas says. “ It ’ s not all sticks and stones, is
it? ”
    Jade throws up so I don ’ t have to answer that dumb
question.
    Sticks and stones?
    I ’ d
fucking knock