Page 18 of Hot Stepbrother Daddy

I don't have the patience for this. "Goodbye, Danny," I say flatly, sidestepping him.

Of course, he steps in front of me to block my path. "Aw, come on. Don't be like that. We were having a good time, weren't we?"

"No," I snap, annoyance boiling over.

“Why so cold all of a sudden?” he asks, his tone shifting to something harder, less playful. “You’re too gorgeous to be this uptight, you know?”

Before I can tell him to get lost, there’s a shadow behind him, and suddenly Adam is there, his expression thunderous. Oh shit.

“She said to leave her alone,” Adam growls, his voice low and dangerous. "Get the fuck out of here. This is the only chance I'm going to give you."

Danny makes the stupid mistake of sizing Adam up. "What's the deal, man? You her bodyguard or something?"

"Something like that." Adam takes a step forward. "Get the fuck out of here. Again."

Danny laughs, but it's shaky, the bravado all but gone. "Relax, big guy. We were just talking. Plenty of pretty girls in there. Let me have this one."

Adam doesn’t give him a chance to say more. With one swift motion, his fist connects with Danny’s jaw, sending him stumbling backward. I gasp, but Adam doesn't even flinch, his eyes fixed on Danny. Danny swears, clutching his face, but makes an attempt to strike back.

Adam dodges easily, throwing another punch and landing it square in his gut. Danny groans and stumbles back, crashing into the bushes next to the house.

"I told you to leave her the hell alone," Adam says coolly, watching the other man stagger to his feet and flee. "Don't let me catch you around her again."

Adam turns away without waiting for a response, stepping toward me, his eyes full of concern. "You okay?" he asks, shaking out his punching hand.

I nod, my emotions all over the place. I should be mad, but I'm secretly thrilled. He stood up for me without a second thought. My pussy throbs, but I try to keep my wits about me. "I didn't need you to do that."

"I know," he admits, "But I couldn't just stand there and do nothing. Not when he was talking about my girl like that."

Another thrill rushes straight between my legs, and I clench them, just to ease the ache. I glance around, realizing we've made a spectacle of ourselves. "We should probably go. I think we've made enough of a scene for one night."

Adam nods and releases me. I feel the loss of his touch immediately. He glances toward my car. "You shouldn't be driving tonight."

"I'm not drunk," I protest.

"I know. But your hands are shaking. Let me drive. I'll bring you back for your car tomorrow."

"Fine," I sigh, handing him the keys, hating that he's right. The keys jingle erratically in my unsteady hands.

I climb into the passenger seat of his SUV and click my seat belt into place. Adam gets in beside me and starts the engine, the low rumble vibrating through me. He puts the car into gear and pulls away from the curb.

The drive back to the house is quiet, but it isn't an awkward silence. It's the kind of comfortable silence that comes from knowing someone intimately, from having shared something profound. The silence of two people who know that once they're back home, all bets are off.

The night isn't over. Far from it.

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When we pull back in,the intense energy of earlier has somewhat faded. I keep looking at Adam's red knuckles, the knowledge that he was ready to fight for me making me fall even harder for him. I know from experience just how gentle and patient he can be as a lover, but now seeing this other side of him, wow is all I can say.

Adam gets out of the car and walks around to the passenger door, opening it for me before I have a chance. He offers me his hand, and I take it, letting him help me out of the SUV. When I stand, I tilt my head back to look up at him, and neither of us says anything for a long moment.

Then Adam takes my hand and pulls me towards the side of the house. "Come on. I have an idea."

I follow, already confused, but willing to see what he has in mind. We clear the side of the house, and he leads me toward the pool. I begin to see the vision when he reaches for the buttons of his shirt.

He tosses it onto a chair beside the pool before moving onto his jeans, kicking off his shoes. When he's down to just his briefs, he walks to the edge of the pool, giving me a good view of his ass before sliding those off as well.

Adam looks at me over his shoulder, smirking, before he dives in. The water ripples around him as he surfaces, his eyes finding mine. "Your turn," he says, grinning.

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