Page 24 of Fracture

But I have to be professional. I can’t fly into a fucking possessive rage on my new employees, not least of all because Stella would fucking love that. Getting a reaction like that out of me? She’d eat that up.

“OK, fellas, we get it.” I raise my voice and hold up a hand. “Let’s get back to pool, and stop eye-fucking my sister, please.”

The wordsisterhas the intended effect even though it makes my skin crawl. The men all respectfully lower their eyes with abashed chuckles. The conversations start up again, and I give Dylan a pointed look.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell him, before I cross the garage and go up the porch steps.

Stella watches me approach, swirling her hands through the water.

“Heybro,” she purrs, giving me a sly smile. “Good night?”

“Great night. You?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m having a great time. Enjoying the stars and my martini.” She leans her head back, which lifts her chest so her breasts are bobbing just below the surface of the water, and I need to take those three steadying breaths again. “Next time you have a party, brother dearest, maybe give me some warning so I can reschedule my skinny dip.”

“I’ll keep that in mi-” Her bikini bottoms hit me in the face before I can finish my sentence, sending warm water straight down my front, and a chorus of cheers from the men in the garage. I brush the droplets from my eyes, and Stella smiles at me sweetly.

“Hand me my towel, would you?”

I lean over the edge of the tub, seething and soaked and fucking dying to slap that ass that I know is naked below the surface of the bubbling water. “If you think I’m going to let you get out of this tub buck-naked in front of all these men, you got another thing coming.”

She pouts and holds up her hand. “But I’m starting to prune.”

“Stella, I swear to god.”

“What?” She moves through the water towards me until we’re face to face. “What’re you going to do, Levi? What would you do if I stood up right now?”

I’m barely containing my rage. This perfect face that won’t stop grinning up at me is driving me fucking crazy, and all I can think about it forcing those pouty lips apart and shoving my cock down her throat to show her who’s boss. And she’d love it. I’d make her love it.

Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you, man?

“Come on, Levi.” She rises a little, so the water bobs just below her nipples. “You going to preserve your little sister’s innocence?”

Innocence, my ass.I know she’s playing. I know she’s doing this to punish me and get a rise out of me. She’s not doing this to entice me. It’s not like that. But then all I can think about is her standing at my doorway, watching me sleep naked, wondering what she was thinking, and suddenly it feels like she is fucking taunting me. Like she’s trying to push me,me,not Dylan.

I want to push back. I want to play right into her game and see how devious the sparkle in those amber eyes can get. But Iknow Dylan is watching us right now, probably wondering why my step-sister is sitting right in front of me giving me half an eyeball of perfect, round tits.

Fuck, don’t think about her tits that way.

Stella seems to sense her triumph, and with a loud swish she rises to her feet. Her slippery body is on full display, and I step back and gawp at her for a split second. She’s fucking perfect. Huge tits and a round ass that’s begging for the slap of my hand, a tiny waist against which is perched a manicured hand.

The whistles and cheers from the garage bring me to my senses, and I snatch up the towel and throw it around her before the men see too much of what I do not want to share with anyone. The men clap and laugh, and Stella waves haughtily.

Dylan is standing by the garage door, his face incandescent with rage.

“Stella, get inside now,” I command in a low voice.

She steps out of the hot tub, clutching the towel around herself, and shrugs. “I thought I’d come join you all for a drink.”

I grab her by the elbow and drag her towards the back door. “Get inside, dry off and get dressed.”

“Or what?”

Fuck. That bratty, lilting fucking voice.

“Or nothing, just get dressed.”

“It’s so hot, maybe I don’t feel like getting dressed right now.”

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