Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance #2)(21)

Viviana had a bitch fit when she found out Mark decided to get me my car, even after the small fender-bender with Noelle’s Jeep. I think the accident gave Mark exactly the excuse he wanted to buy me the car I told him last week I didn’t want. Shit hit an all-time low when the car got here. I might not have wanted the car, but watching Viviana's anger rise with each passing second was so worth giving in to what Mark wanted.

“Yeah, she tried to ground me, and then the lecture continued on for an hour. From there I told her I was eighteen and could make my own choices.” I could hear the disdain in Noelle’s voice.

I was being a bit stalkerish, standing outside her bedroom door listening to her talk on the phone. Then again, if she didn’t want anyone to eavesdrop maybe she should close her bedroom door. I peered in through the tiny slit in the door, my mouth going dry the second my eyes landed on her.

“I don’t know, Jordan.” She spoke into her cell phone. My eyes were glued to her ass. Fuck her ass was perfect. I was mesmerized into place by the lace panties she was wearing. They showed off each ass cheek in the sexiest way possible. I stared in disbelief for a moment as she pulled her shirt off her head. Fuck yes! I had to force myself into place and not go to her when there she was right in front of me in nothing but her bra and panties. All while having no clue that she was.

“I’m going, but I don’t know, and I don’t care if Royal is going.” My name falling from her lips pulled me from my trance, but only for a second. Where the f*ck did she think she was going, and why did it matter if I was there or not?

I lost track of what it was that I was thinking because all I could see was her creamy white, smooth skin, and the way the soft lacey fabric of her panties laid against her hips as if it was made to be there. She was so f*cking beautiful, and I was pretty f*cking positive she didn’t know it.

Walking over to her dresser she pulled a t-shirt out then shimmed into a pair of dark denim shorts. My cock swelled in my jeans as I watched her pull them up the sides of her legs and up over her ass. The movements she was making made me want to barge into the bedroom and nail her against the wall.

No. Enough. She’s not what you want or what you need.

I needed to lock down whatever kind of emotions I thought I was having about her. All of this was nothing but an illusion of lust. I didn’t want Noelle. I just wanted her body.

Yeah, that was it.

I just wanted her tits and ass. And to get a rise out of her.

My mind drifted away from me for a second, and I decided right then and there I could get back at her for kneeing me in the balls earlier in the week. With the palm of my hand and a little bit too much strength, I pushed the door open all the way, the motion causing the door knob to bounce off the wall on the other side of the door.

A shriek of terror left Noelle’s throat, as the phone that was previously in her hand clanked to the floor with a loud thud. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers as she scurried across the wood floor and toward her bed where her t-shirt was lying.

That’s right. Run, baby, run.

I wanted to laugh at her, because watching her run across the room in nothing but a pair of tiny shorts and a pink lacy bra was a bit amusing and slightly hot at the same time. I had to turn off that part of the brain for a moment though. Moving with lightning speed, I entered the room, plucking the shirt off her bed, her agile fingers skimming the fabric just as I brought it to my chest.

“Cold are we?” I teased, causing her to blush, and her cheeks turned a soft shade of red. I couldn’t help it, she looked beautiful when she blushed, which seemed to be every single time I opened my mouth.

“Stop being an * and give me my shirt back!” As if on instinct she crossed her arms over her chest trying to cover herself up. What she didn’t realize was that it did nothing to cover her up. It merely pushed her boobs up more, causing the tops of her breast to swell out of the bra.

“Mmmm…” I tapped at my chin, my lips rising in a cocky grin. My cock was hard as concrete, and it seemed to be getting stiffer with each passing second. The anger burning in her eyes wasn’t helping the situation either. My eyes lingered along the lace embroidery on her pink bra and then down over her smooth stomach. I could see my cum covering that smooth skin in a thick coating as I stroked myself.

“You’re a f*cking creep!” she growled, diving for the shirt that was in my hands. Instead, she ended up plastering herself against my chest.

“I kind of like where this is going,” I huffed out, grinning yet again as she tried furiously to get the shirt from me. I held it in the air above her head forcing her to push herself off of me some more. I could feel the heat of her skin through my shirt.

I was so taking advantage of the situation as I glided my hand down her back until I reached her firm round ass. I couldn’t help myself as I gave it a quick, hard swat, a yelp sounding from deep within her chest.

“Royal!” She bellowed my name out in surprise and what sounded like frustration. I kind of liked hearing my name fall from her lips, even if it wasn’t in a breathy moan but more so a pissed off one.

She jumped up again, her fingers snagging onto the material just as she pulled it down toward her. I could hear the distinct sound of fabric ripping, just as I lost my footing causing our bodies to collide into one moving mass.

“Sunshine.” I whispered the words into Noelle’s hair just as we fell together upon her bedspread, our bodies a tangled web. I could feel her breath fan against my cheek, and the erratic beating of her heart against my own. God, how I had longed for this closeness with someone my entire life.