Tease: A Stepbrother Romance by Veronica Daye Page A

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    “I’m close,” I whispered.
    As his cock thrust into me faster, my pussy tightened around him as the wave of release hit me. I quivered underneath him as he squeezed my hands tightly as he came.
    We lay there, panting in each other’s arms. He kissed me tenderly then pressed his nose against mine before collapsing beside me.
    I thought about the things we had discussed, and there was something I was curious about.
    “You never told me how many women you’ve been with,” I said.
    “It doesn’t matter,” he said as he moved to his side, facing me.
    “Why not? You know how many men I’ve been with.”
    “We’re still on time out, right?”
    “Yes.”
    “It doesn’t matter because I don’t think I’ll ever meet someone I want to fuck as much as I want you.”

    ***

    A couple days later, we were making sandwiches for lunch when Jagger came up from behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed my neck and whispered into my ear.
    “Time out.”
    “Here?”
    “Why not here? Why not everywhere? But that’s not what I meant.”
    “Then what’s the time out for?”
    “Because I was just thinking.”
    “There’s no thinking in time out.”
    “I know, but we’ve been playing house now for a few days and…never mind.”
    “No, you can’t do that. What were you going to say?”
    “I don’t know. Maybe it’s not a good idea.”
    “We’re in time out, remember?”
    “I was just thinking about how happy you make me.”
    “I do?”
    He nodded and buried his face in my hair.
    “And I will do whatever it takes to make you happy, too.”
    I turned around to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck.
    “How did you go from being such a prick to being a sweetheart?”
    “Maybe I just needed you to straighten me out. Or maybe you just needed some of my prick.” He smirked.
    “And just like that, you ruined it.”
    “Ruined it? I made it better.”
    “I hate you,” I said, laughing.
    “I hate you more,” he said before kissing me.

    ***

    For the next week, Jagger and I had time outs almost everywhere in the house. And even late one night in the pool. But after our parents got home from their honeymoon, things changed. We never felt our being together was bad even though we were now stepbrother and stepsister, but we didn’t think they’d feel the same way.
    One afternoon, I was in the laundry room when Jagger came in and closed the door behind him. He gave me a half smile, his go-to move, and I knew what was coming next.
    “Time out,” he said as he cocked his brow.
    “No,” I hissed. “They’re right downstairs. What if someone comes up?”
    “I can show you what’s up and tell you who’s going to come.” He unzipped his jeans.
    I pulled him closer, but then remembered we weren't alone.
    “Dammit, no, we can’t,” I said. “Maybe if they go out later, but I don’t want to get caught.”
    “That’s part of the fun. Remember the coat check at the hotel?”
    “Of course I do, but this is different.”
    “Fine, you take the fun out of everything.”
    He grinned and zipped up his jeans, then placed his hands on my neck as his lips covered mine. Our tongues moved against each other, and for a moment I forgot we weren’t alone in the house anymore.
    “Sierra,” Mom called out from downstairs. “Are you doing a white wash? I have something that can go in there.”
    I sighed as Jagger opened the laundry room door.
    “Time in,” I said with a sigh.
    Later that night, after our parents had gone to bed, Jagger let himself into my room.
    “What are you doing here?” I whispered.
    “It’s bedtime. We sleep together.”
    “I want that too, but we can’t.”
    “Yes, we can. I’ll go back to my room before they wake up.” He kissed then nibbled my neck. “What do you think?”
    “I think I miss our time outs. Time out.”
    He pulled my nightie off me, then quickly stepped out of his boxers. As I climbed onto the bed, he smacked my ass playfully.
    “Hey!