Drawn to You (Lover to Stepbrother)(14)

She has more of a love life than me. My eyes go to Colin. I wonder if I’ll have one soon. I follow him as he looks at the photos on the walls and the ones sitting on the mantle above the fireplace in the living room. He lifts one up with me and my dad playing our guitars.

“You look so happy.” He smiles at the picture as I come up beside him.

“I was. He loved hearing me play.” I look to the picture.

“Something we both have in common.” I look from the picture to him and his eyes are on me. We both stare at one another, unable to look away. That pull I feel when I’m around him gets stronger until he looks away, breaking it. He continues looking at my photos, commenting on each one.

“Would you like a drink?” I ask him.

“Yes, please.” I nod and head to the kitchen, letting out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding in. Why am I so nervous? I grab two bottles of water and when I turn, Colin is standing right there.

“I hope water is okay.” I hand him one.

“Thank you.” We take a seat at the breakfast island and he looks around the clean, white kitchen. My house isn’t huge but it’s comfy, warm, and inviting. I grew up in this house and I can’t imagine ever losing it. “Where do you and your band rehearse?” He brings me out of my thoughts.

“In the garage. Want to see?” He nods. We leave our drinks and I take him to the door that leads to the garage and seeing his face is priceless. The space does look quite similar to a small bar.

“This is awesome.”

“I know, right? I was so surprised my mom let us turn our garage into our very own stage but she knows how much music means to me.” I watch as he touches my guitars that are hanging up on the walls.

“Can you play me something now?” He turns, looking at me.

“Okay.” I grab my favorite guitar, the one my dad first bought me, grab a stool and place it in front of the microphone before making myself comfortable. I strum the guitar, making sure everything is in tune. Colin grabs a chair and takes a seat.

I decide to play Bruno Mars ‘Grenade’ and start singing the beginning acapella. After the first verse, I start to add in the guitar. I know the song like the back of my hand; it’s one of my personal favorites. Playing it with just the guitar is powerful.

I look at Colin as I play and his eyes are fixated on me. I keep singing and when I get to the chorus, my voice goes higher, the music devouring me, taking me over. Every time I play a powerful song like this, I have an out of body experience and the music takes over me.

The words flow out of me; choruses are always my favorite to sing in songs. Colin hasn’t moved a muscle the entire time. He’s stayed perfectly still. I finish the song and set my guitar down, but stay seated. We just look at one another and after what feels like an eternity, he stands and walks towards me slowly.

When he is standing in front of me, I look up at him and that electric pull ignites me causing my breathing to come in faster. He leans his face in closer to mine, his eyes locked on mine. He doesn’t make another move. Just watches me. Without thinking twice, I grab the back of his neck and pull him towards me until his lips are on mine.

It’s an instant frenzy; my fingers digging into the back of his head, his hands on the bottom of my back, pulling my body into his. He lifts me effortlessly and I wrap my legs around him. He backs up until he has me pinned against the wall, his lips never leaving mine. The kiss is hard and fast. It’s like we can’t get enough of each other. My head is getting dizzy with all this carnal want.

He pulls back and I whimper at the loss. “We need to stop,” he whispers. I nod in agreement but kiss him again, stopping his good intentions. I don’t want him to stop right now. I start grinding my body against his, causing him to growl into my mouth.

“Don’t stop kissing me,” I beg and it’s like a switch goes off. He starts grinding his erection against me, causing me to moan in pleasure. He keeps grinding. My whole body is shaking. An ache deep between my thighs is getting worse.

It’s not lost on me that we are basically dry humping in my garage. In my mother’s house. But right now, I’m basking in pleasure and can’t find it in me to care. My head falls back and he bites down on my neck. I scream when my orgasm hits me from nowhere.

I try and get control of my breathing as I come back down. He trails little kisses down my neck before bending his head a little lower to bite and suck my skin. Oh, my God, it feels so good. I dig my fingers into his thick hair, wanting him to bite harder. If he was a vampire, I would want him to drink me dry it feels so good.

He raises his head, staring at my neck, and I look down to see what he’s looking at with a proud and satisfied look on his face. He marked me.

“You gave me a hickey.”

“So you’ll remember me when I’m not here. Tomorrow at school I want you to wear something that will show everyone else that you’re mine.” I wrap my arms around his neck as he holds onto my ass, keeping me up.

“But am I yours?” I ask him. His eyes go dark and possessive.

“Yeah, you’re mine. Like fuck I want any other fucker trying anything with you. Once every one hears you sing at the talent show, they’re all going to want a piece of you.”

“I think you’re making too much of a big deal about my voice.”

“I’m not, trust me.” And I do. It’s weird, but I do trust him.