Filthy (A Stepbrother Romance) #1(24)

He started slow, a small lick, which turned into full bottom to top licks, his tongue paying extra attention to my entrance.

“God,” I prayed out loud. I wanted to scream and I very well could, but I did not; at least not yet. One of his hands scaled up my body, finding my breast. He tweaked my nipple between two fingers, a mixture of pleasure and pain forming deep in my belly.

“You’re mine.” I heard the words, they were faint but they were there. They consumed me adding to the undying pleasure I was already feeling. He growled against my *, the vibrations pulsing deep inside of me. My insides curled, my belly flipped, and my heart rate sped up. Each breath I took seemed to add to the pleasure I was feeling.

Talon’s tongue flicked against my clit. Again. Again. Again.

“Fuck yes.” The words left my lips in a hoarse scream. The flick was deliberately made to tease me, getting me closer to the cliff but further away at the same time. I wanted to hate him but couldn’t. There wasn’t anything in me to feel that way anymore.

“Give it up, Mia,” he growled again, the pulsing in my * growing stronger. The building in my abdomen going higher. I was so close to coming.

“I. Can’t,” I cried out holding back my release. It was then that Talon went harder. His licks and flicks becoming merciless. His hands gripped my flesh, and the hold he had on my breast drove me over the edge.

I came so hard, almost harder than I ever had come, not counting the other five times Talon brought me to ecstasy. He stood from between my legs, fixing my dress, and adjusting my top portion. I stood from the table once all was right, and we headed out the door like nothing even happened.

I caught out of the corner of my eye a deep-rooted look. In his eyes I saw hunger and fear. They were mixed so well together that I wasn’t sure if I was actually seeing two emotions or not. I was shaking with every step I took, my body still on a high from the pleasure Talon had given me.

“Are you okay?” my voice was weak. I could barely get the words out.

“Uh yeah,” his voice was faint as he placed a kiss upon my forehead. I wanted to ask him again, make him tell me what the problem was, but knew I shouldn’t. There was no rushing a man like Talon to speak.

“Um okay. I have to go to class. I’ll see you tonight?” I asked, pulling away from him. Coldness consumed my body. I craved his touch, like a plant craved light to grow. I didn’t know if he felt the same way, and that was starting to scare me.

“I’ll see you later, baby.” He smirked at me covering up the lingering look I saw in his eyes before.





What Is Love


Love. One word. A million emotions. Did I love Mia Weston? I couldn’t answer the question without my heart pounding out of my chest. I knew I wanted her more than just a f*ck buddy or a once in a time lay. I knew I liked listening to her laugh and watching her do her homework every night, but was that love? When you enjoyed someone else’s company?

I thought about it all afternoon and throughout my classes. I could feel butter-f*cking-flies in my belly when I saw her during lunch, and I knew I was ready to take this to a whole new level; a level that not even I understood. I was not boyfriend material by any means.

I didn’t do flowers and chocolates. I didn’t do dances and I most definitely didn’t do any of those mushy holidays. That was until she came along; she had me changing all the rules now.

I walked into the house we shared together. Our parents would be coming home tomorrow, and I knew a decision needed to be made. Otherwise we would have to pretend like nothing ever happened and there was no f*cking way I could handle that. I needed to find a way to do this, to show her that things had changed.

Dinner? I threw my pack back over in the corner of the foyer and headed toward the kitchen. I scoured the fridge from top to bottom and then the pantry, still drawing a blank on what to make.

Pulling out my phone, I called Nick and he answered on the first ring. “What do you need, man?”

“Thank God you answered. If you were doing dinner for a girl, what the hell would you make?” I was outside my element and maybe a little bit scared.

Nick cleared his throat and asked, “What did you just say? I mean I heard what you said, but are you sick or something?” I knew Nick would question me, I was just past caring about that part of it.

“I’m making Mia dinner, and I have no idea what to make could you; at least give me an idea?” I was so aggravated, not only that but Nick was wasting my time each tick of the clock pushing Mia closer to coming home.

“I don’t know, dude. Pinterest. My sister is always talking about it,” Nick groaned into the phone. A light bulb went off in my head. I would check that f*cking website. I had heard of it before.

“Thanks, *,” I said, hanging up the phone. I went straight to the app store and downloaded the app to my phone, made an account, and then started my search. I came upon chicken alfredo and knew it was exactly what I needed.

I hurried through the kitchen getting all the items I needed together: chicken, sauce, and noodles. Then I cooked the food, only managing to burn myself twice. I was totally not f*cking cut out for this shit. I plated the food just as Mia came walking in through the door.

“Hey, babe,” I greeted her setting the two plates on the table. I could tell she was surprised, her eyes lit up, sparkling as she looked at me. The dress she was wearing today made my cock hard, and the skin she was showing had my mind wondering how many other guys tried to come at her today.