Page 5 of Screwed
“No boyfriend?” I ask.
She glances down, rubbing her finger along the edge of the glass. “Nosey bastard aren’t you?”
No boyfriend. “Just trying to get to know you,” I say, lifting my shoulders.
She rolls her bright green eyes and puts her glass down. “Not much to know. No, no boyfriend. I’m a nurse’s aide at Fuller’s Nursing Home. I live with my best friend. What about you?”
“No boyfriend for me either,” I joke.
She laughs and I can see her getting more comfortable with me. I’m not sure it’s a good thing considering my thoughts are leaning toward seeing her in her nurse’s uniform.
“Come on. I just told you stuff, give me something,” she pleads, jutting her lip out and all.
“Fine. I’m moving back here and if you’re okay with it, I’d like to stay here until my place is ready,” I say. Maybe it’ll be more fun to stay here instead of the hotel down the road.
“As long as you don’t intrude on my vacation, I guess it’s alright.”
I get up and cage her in once again, but slowly this time. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” I say, seductively, giving her a half grin. Standing up, I notice the flushed look on her face and I’d be willing to bet her pulse is racing.
I’m not sure it’s something I should entertain, but the fucking thought of her being my stepsister makes it all that much hotter. Giving a whole new meaning to the excitement of getting caught.
Chapter Four
Jana
Watching Shawn walk outside to get his things is definitely not a good idea. My eyes move right to his ass and I need to remind myself this is Jim’s son, my stepbrother. When I figured on having some fun with someone on my vacation, I sure as hell didn’t mean this.
What the hell was I supposed to say when he asked to stay here? It’s probably a bad idea, no it’s definitely a bad idea. I’ve got too much built up sexual tension and damn it, everything about him reminds me of it. Each time he’s gotten close to me, too close, and my traitorous body turns to jello. It’s like a pull that I need to resist.
He’s intense, almost mean, but fuck it does things to me.
“Jana?”
I snap my head up and instantly feel myself blush. Fuck was he talking? “Yeah?”
He lightly chuckles and holds up his suitcase. “Can you show me where I’m staying? If that doesn’t interfere with your vacation that is.”
Asshole. I get up and motion for him to follow me. Going down the hallway, I stop in front of the other guest room. “Here,” I say, pushing the door open.
He steps inside and glances around, before dropping his suitcase on the bed. Leaning forward he pushes on the bed several times before turning his head toward me. That damn burning in my face returns and I know I need to walk away. He’s going to know what I’m thinking just by looking at me. Before I turn away, he crawls up the bed and lays down.
Putting his arms behind his head, he pins me with those blue eyes. “Bed’s a little small don’t you think?”
I swallow a few times trying to find my voice, because right now the sight of him lying in that bed pinning me in his gaze is making these panties wet.
“It’s the same size as mine,” I say. What the fuck?
He chuckles and sits up, pulling the black shirt he has on over his head and tossing it to the floor. Holy fuck, this can’t be happening. His body, at least what I can see, is fucking amazing. Every little move he makes flexes a different muscle and it’s sexy as hell.
He lays back in his original position and smirks. “You can stay if you want, but if you’re leaving can you close the door behind you.”
My eyes widen and I quickly close the door. I close my eyes briefly trying to compose myself before going back out into the living room. Falling onto the couch, I cover my face with a pillow and try to clear my head.
I need to go out and get drunk with Zoey. Get my mind off of the dirty things I want my stepbrother to do to me.
The house phone rings in the kitchen and I groan getting up. I answer just in time. “Hey Zoey, why the hell are you calling the house?”
“You didn’t answer your damn cell phone and I needed to talk, I just got into a fight with Will,” she whines.
