Hated (Rock Star Trilogy) by Mercy Amare Page B

says to Mona. “I bet he’s going crazy in Hope without you.”
    Mona’s face goes white for a moment. “Well, Ethan has never made his feelings known to me.”
    “It’s pretty obvious.”
    “How is he doing?” I ask. “I haven’t talked to him since we got here.”
    Yep. I’m a bad friend. And a bad sister. And a bad aunt. I’ve neglected to call anybody that matters. I feel bad, even though it’s not my fault I have zero time.
    “He’s good. I think he’s going to fly out to hang out sometime soon,” he answers.
    “Ethan is coming here ?” Mona’s voice goes up an octave as she asks.
    Hmm… Maybe the feeling is mutual.
    How weird would it be if Stephan’s half-sister started dating his stepbrother ? I guess technically they aren’t related, so there isn’t anything wrong with it, but it’s still very weird.
    “Are you coming to Thanksgiving?” I ask Mona.
    She turns to Stephan. “I don’t know. Does your mom mind? I am the other child …”
    “I’ll talk to her.”
    “Stephan, you haven’t told your mom yet?” I ask. “What are you thinking? What if somebody tells her before you?”
    “I just don’t know how to approach the topic. I can’t just call her and be like ‘ hey Mom, what’s up? Oh by the way, Mona is my sister from another mother.’ This is something I should probably tell her in person,” he says. “I am going to fly to Hope on Tuesday and come back Wednesday. I’ll tell her while I’m there.”
    I’m jealous. I want to go to Hope. I want to see my niece and my sister.
    Thanksgiving cannot get here fast enough.

    8:11 PM
    Sleep… Sort of… Okay, totally not.

    Stephan and I go to bed early to get some sleep .
    Ha. Right. Like we’re going to sleep.
    The second our bedroom door shuts, Stephan pins me against the closed door and starts kissing me hard and fast.
    “I thought you were tired,” I joke, as he starts kissing my neck.
    “I’ve been waiting to do this all day.” His eyes are hungry as he pulls my sundress over my head. I have on my bikini under my clothes. “By the way, this bikini is fucking hot. I can’t wait to take it off.”
    And he doesn’t wait. He pulls the string, taking off my top, and does the same to my bottoms. He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He walks us over to the bed and throws me down.
    “Your turn to take your clothes off.” I bite my lip in anticipation.
    He takes off his shirt and slowly pulls down his swimming shorts. When he does, I can see just how bad he wants me.
    “Speaking of hot…” My thoughts are cut off when Stephan climbs on top of me and starts teasing me with his soft, warm kisses. But with him, kissing is never enough. One kiss — one touch… it’s all it takes for me to become putty in his hands. And nobody but Stephan can do this to me.
    I feel Stephan’s hand slide down my body, and he gives me a sexy smile. “You’re already wet.”
    I moan as his finger explores what belongs to him.
    “Seriously, you are so sexy when you lose control.”
    He keeps teasing me. He knows exactly what I like. My breath is coming faster and faster, until finally I am floating in ecstasy. “You’re fingers are magical,” I say, as I come down from the rush.
    “That was just the opening act.” Then he winks.
    I laugh — hard. “Oh my God, Stephan. You did not just say that.”
    He just ignores me, as he lowers himself into me. I open my legs wider to make room for him. The second he slides inside of me, I’m no longer thinking about his cheesy joke. I wrap my legs around him, and feel him go deeper inside of me.
    Sex with Stephan is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Now, I truly understand the term making love . When you give yourself, your whole self, to the man you promised to spend the rest of your life with, it really is love . He is mine. Forever.
    Every day I feel myself fall a little more in love with him.
    I can tell by his breathing that he isn’t going to last much longer.