Page 4 of Dirty Pucking Tease

"You like it plain, right?" he asked, reaching into the cabinet and grabbing another bowl. "Vanilla?"

"Right." I was surprised he knew that, but we had lived together for a few years.

Biting my bottom lip, my eyes trailed over him. The way the muscles in his back and arms flexed as he moved, how his grey sweats hung low on his hips. He had dark ink scattered over his chest, arms, and back. His dark hair was wet, like he'd just gotten out of the pool.

"I can feel you eye-fucking me," he said, his tone arrogant. I choked on absolutely nothing, quickly averting my gaze to anything other than my stepbrother.

I cleared my throat. "Don't flatter yourself." I moved around the island to the counter, where he worked to put together two bowls of ice cream. He cut his gaze over to me, a slow smile spreading across his lips. He was missing spoons. "I'll grab the spoons." Spinning on my bare feet, I grabbed two spoons from the drawer.

He didn't hear me because he was twisting to grab the spoons when I spun back around. I bounced off his rock-hard chest.

"Woah!" He hooked an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him. To keep me from falling... "Careful." The heat from his breath brushed across my lips. Frozen, my gaze snapped to his full lips when he swept his tongue across his bottom lip before biting it. My heart pounded against my rib cage.

Holy shit, this is wrong...He's my stepbrother.

Clearing my throat, I pushed firmly against his chest, but there was nowhere to go; my back was against the island.

"You okay, Baby Cruz?" His fingers curling around my waist. The room started to spin as the heat from his hands burned thesensitive skin through the thin tee I was wearing.Omigod, what is he doing?My breath caught as his bare chest brushed against my t-shirt. I yelped, gripping his strong shoulders when, in one swift jerk, he hoisted me up, dropping me on the cold granite countertop.

"So what was the deal tonight?" He spun around, grabbed the bowls, and handed me a small bowl of ice cream, unfazed at our contact. I shrugged off his question. "Baby Cruz?"

"It was nothing." I shoved my spoon into my ice cream.

"I think the least you owe me is an explanation," he muttered, his hand sliding down, gripping his dick. "Considering I was five pumps away from emptying my load down the back of Carly's throat."

I choked on my ice cream at his crudeness. I wished I had the confidence he had. How did I tell one of the most confident men I'd ever met that I had no idea what I was doing sexually, and it was terrifying? I almost had a full-blown panic attack when David tried to kiss me because I was so unattractive that I was embarrassed to be naked with someone.

"I think I need your help," I muttered, avoiding eye contact. Jax was arrogant, crude, rude, bold, and a man whore, but he was also someone I trusted who was shameless and had a lot of experience in that area.

"My help?" He narrowed his piercing blue eyes on me, setting his bowl of ice cream on the counter behind him.

Here goes nothing...

"I want to be more assertive and confident," I paused, pressing my lips into a thin line as my eyes sliced up, meeting his confused expression, "with men."

"And how exactly am I going to help with that?" he asked, crossing his arms over his ripped chest.

"Teach me."

"Let me get this straight," he paused, swallowing hard, "you want me to teach you to be more assertive and confident with men because...?"

"Because I'm terrified of intimacy.”

He froze, letting my words sink in. "Intimacy or sex?" he asked, drawing out the words. Everything about sex and intimacy terrified me. The thought of being naked in front of some stranger who would judge every one of my physical flaws was horrifying. I wasn't one of the pretty girls. I was smart, and sometimes I thought I was funny but super hot or sexy...Nope.

Growing up, it was always just my dad, who wasn't the best at teaching my sister and me how to be women or do womanly things. So I was beyond excited when my dad met Liz because I was desperate for that female role model I hadn't had growing up. She came at the perfect time when I was transitioning from child to woman.

"Both, I guess."

"Kai, how many guys have you been with?" Heat crept up along my neck, and my cheeks heated with embarrassment. I suddenly felt flushed at the bold question. I'm so embarrassed by the question that I didn't even pick up on the fact that it was the first time he'd ever said my name, not Baby Cruz.

"None."

"Fooled around with?" He furrowed his brows.

"None."

"Kissed?"

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