Page 15 of Stepbrother For Christmas

“Do you need help with anything?” I ask him quickly.

“Nah, I got it,” Chase replies, his eyes narrowing and his jaw tightening. Oddly, he looks as if he’s mad at me. I don’t have time to read into it right now as I promised mom I’d help set up dinner.

“Emma…” Christina playfully elbows me to get my attention. Then her eyes trail appreciatively over Chase’s muscular back and large shoulders. “He’s so hot. Too bad he’s your new stepbrother.”

“Shhh,” I murmur, pushing back a twig of jealousy at her ogling him. “Come help me prep the dinner table.” I give a jerk of my chin to her to follow me into the dining room. It’s ridiculous to feel jealous of Christina checking Chase out. I shouldn’t. But the thought of him touching her makes me feel sick to my stomach.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rings.

Uh-oh. It seems that Christina is not the only one playing matchmaker tonight. It seems my Aunt Linda invited her neighbor’s son, Richard, over for dinner. “He’s a good boy and he loves pickles. You two should go out sometime,” she said to me once. “Date a man who loves to try new foods and you’ll never get bored of him.”

I love pickles too. BUT that doesn’t mean that I should date Richard. I’m not attracted to him. He doesn’t even give me butterflies in my stomach—not like Chase does.

“Emma,” Aunt Linda calls out to me. “Look at who just happened to be in town.”

“Hi Richard,” I say, smiling.

“Hey, Emma. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” I reply.

“You two should sit next to each other at dinner,” Aunt Linda suggests. “I’m sure you’ll have lots to talk about.”

“A grand pickle festival is coming to Colorado,” Richards says cheerfully. “Did you hear about it?”

I can feel Chase staring at me. “No,” I mutter.

“What’s your favorite pickle again?” Richard asks me.

“Cajun spice,” I answer, my eyes trying not to glance over at Chase. His gaze is burning a hole into the side of my head.

When it’s time to sit down to eat I feel my breath catch as Chase sits down next to me and Richard is forced to look elsewhere for a chair. A few seconds later, Aunt Linda drags one over for Richard to sit next to me. So now I have Chase on one side of me and Richard on the other.

“I’ll be in Colorado until Wednesday, if you want to go to the pickle festival with me,” Richard says.

Shivers run through me as I feel Chase’s hand slide under the table and squeeze my thigh.

“Pass the mash potatoes, Richard. Please,” I say, my voice a little strained due to Chase’s fingers skating up my thigh.

“Sure.” Richard passes the mash potatoes to me and I serve myself, my hands trembling from what Chase is doing to me under the table.

“So what do you say? Do you want to go sometime?” Richard asks point-blank.

Suddenly Chase cups my pussy hard and my heart gives a violent lurch. “I can’t. Sorry, I’m heading right back to school after this holiday.”

Once I turn down Richard’s offer, Chase releases his possessive hold on my pussy and then proceeds to tease my clit with his longest finger.

Sweet Lord…

In a flash, I push Chase’s hand away and give him a dirty look. Then I excuse myself to go to the bathroom.

A second later, I hear the bathroom door swing open.

It’s Chase and he’s seething.

“Was I unclear last night? Do you need a fucking reminder of who this beautiful cunt belongs to?” He punctuates his statement by cupping my pussy and slapping it gently a few times.

Ughhh. The nerve of this man! “Chaaaase…” I rasp, breathless.

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