Risk: A Military Stepbrother Bad Boy Romance by Helen Lucas Page A

felt his cock bulge, swell, and then finally release—stream after stream of that hot, delicious seed, his essence, filling my needy, hungry womb. What if I got pregnant from this? What would my father say? What would he do?
     
    What would the town say? Everyone at school…
     
    I didn’t care, at that moment. Let them talk behind my back. Let them make fun of me, let them treat me like a common whore—I didn’t care anymore. I was done with them, done with my father, done with this two-bit little town.
     
    I had found Damien, after all.
     
    And I would hold onto him for as long as I could. Whatever that meant…

 
    DAMIEN
     
    Sarah and I got home late. Fortunately, her father was already passed out, drunk. Dakota was too—we peeked into her room and saw her snoring, loudly, brutally, her little mouth hanging open, her dress—if you could even call it that, it was so short—more like a long shirt, if even that—pulled up, revealing her pink, little-girl panties—which displayed a tell-tale wet-spot.
     
    “I’ll need to find who’s been doing this to her,” I growled as we slid the door closed.
     
    “She went off the deep end last year,” Sarah murmured. “As soon as she hit puberty—really lost her mind. Staying out late every single night. She used to be a great kid. Straight A’s and everything. Now, her teachers call the house at least once a day to let us know that she hasn’t shown up for class.”
     
    I felt my face contort darkly.
     
    “She’s family now,” I said softly, taking Sarah’s hand. “I’ll do what I can.”
     
    “Don’t get into too much trouble,” she whispered, hugging me. I felt her breasts press against my chest, smelled her perfume, mixed with the sweat of our love-making.
     
    She was family now too—Sarah was. What did that mean for me? I hadn’t decided yet. I felt my cock hardening and I had to do everything I could to refrain from grabbing her by that lovely little ass of hers, from dragging her into her room, throwing her down on the bed, and conquering her once more, making her scream into my hand so we didn’t wake up the whole goddamned house—hell, the whole fucking neighborhood.
     
    “But a little trouble is okay, right?” I murmured, smirking, a note of mischief in my voice. I couldn’t help myself.
     
    “Just a little,” she said, returning my smile, even though I could tell that she was still troubled.
     
    I leaned in for a kiss and she brushed me to the side, my lips finding her soft, smooth cheek. I was amazed at how sexy, how arousing the smooth softness of her cheek could be… But I knew what that gesture meant. Knew that she wanted me to stop, to take my time.
     
    “Damien, we need to slow down… We just went so far tonight, babe…” she whispered, though she didn’t let me go, still letting me hold her tight—hold her in the house she had grown up in. The house she had hated every since she was a kid—I could see it in her eyes, see it in the tilt of her head as she looked around, hating every piece of the house, hating the way the lights hung and the feel of the carpet on our bare feet—we had tossed out shoes off as soon as we got home, our feet were so tired from dancing by the end of the time; of course, she had worn some absurd shoes, the kinds girls always wear to dances and stupid things like that—while my feet ached from fighting.
     
    “Fine, we’ll slow down,” I conceded, waiting for her to pull away from me. But she didn’t.
     
    “I’m scared,” she said finally. “I have something now that I thought I would never have. And I don’t want to lose it.”
     
    “So don’t lose it.”
     
    “But you can’t promise that I won’t lose it. That I won’t lose you. My life is about to change, like, impossibly next year. Yours too, if you get your GED.”
     
    “We’ll take it one day at a time,” I whispered, leaning in for another kiss. She brushed me to the side once more, which I expected—I