Drawn to You (Lover to Stepbrother)(15)

“Are you mine?” I bite my lip, waiting for his reply.

“Yes, I’m yours.” I smile.

“I must be an amazing kisser to tame the school’s bad boy.” I joke and he laughs. “What?” He laughs.

“Some guy in the locker room asked if you had a magic vagina because I was already crazy for you.” I laugh.

“Do I have a magic vagina?” I watch as his eyes go dark again at my question and I feel his erection press against me.

“I’m hoping one day I’ll get to find out, but honestly, I was drawn to you. Even before yesterday.” Wait, what? Did he like me before yesterday?

“What do you mean?” He looks up at the ceiling for a moment before bringing his eyes back down to me.

“You can’t judge me, okay?” I nod. “I kind of saw you once in the locker room getting changed, I didn’t mean to watch, but once my eyes landed on you, I couldn’t look away. Ever since then, my eyes always seem to look for you if I know you’re in the same room.” I can’t get my head around this. He watched me get dressed?

“What were you doing in the girl’s locker room?” He gives me a sheepish look and it clicks what he was doing. He was having sex with someone. “Okay, you don’t need to answer that. So, you saw my body and started crushing on me?”

“Not exactly.” I give him a look to continue. “I was attracted to you, yes. I wanted to fuck your brains out. I had fantasies where I was inside you, making you scream, making you beg me for more.” Hearing him say how much he wanted me sexually makes my core ache. He gives me a knowing look, and my eyes dart to the ground. “But yesterday, being alone with you, talking to you, just being close to you, you were like a drug. Once I got a little taste of being near you, I wanted more.”

“You do know how crazy all this sounds? We shouldn’t be feeling like this after just a day. We’re basically strangers.” I shake my head. I know what we’re feeling isn’t healthy. We are having a serious conversation, yet thoughts of him making me scream are looping through my head.

“I know, but when I saw you at the lake, seeing you smile, carrying you this morning, it made me want to continue doing it, but after hearing you sing, I was done for. I was going to walk away because the feelings I’m having for you are insane but I can’t stay away from you.”

“We are fucked up.”

“We totally are.” We laugh.

“Since you’re mine now,” I smile and so does he, “can you kiss me again?” I bite my lip and he reaches up and releases it with his finger before his lips are on mine. The kiss starts off as gentle and soft but it soon goes aggressive once again.

“We are screwed,” he says against my lips.

“But I never want it to stop.” His eyes search mine. “Never stop wanting me like this.” His lips land hard on mine again.

“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.” I smile against his lips.

“Good.” We make out for a little while until we decide to take a break and breathe. I showed him more of my guitars and my home but I don’t show him my room and he doesn’t ask. I think we both know what would happen if I showed him.

We try and keep our hands to ourselves, but it’s like our bodies have minds of their own and just want to constantly touch one another; holding hands, me linking my arm through his, his hand being around my waist.

When the sun set, we knew he had to go. I wanted to ask him to stay but I know my mother would blow a gasket if she found a boy in the house, especially a boy she doesn’t know about. And it wouldn’t be wise if he slept over if this is how we are after just making out. Yes, he made me orgasm.

It’s fucking crazy.

He hardly touched me and my body came for him.

I wonder what it would be like if we did sleep together. I have to squeeze my thighs together to stop those particular thoughts.

I walk him to the door and I know he doesn’t want to leave me. I don’t want him to leave.

“Can I pick you up tomorrow?” he asks.

“Yes, I would love you to.” He inches close and kisses me gently. Before we can deepen it, he pulls back.

“Sweet dreams, Sasha.”

“Sweet dreams, Colin.” I watch him walk away before I head back inside and when I do, I slide down the door and scream into the empty space. I’m so giddy I lay on my back and kick my feet up in the air. I’m still shrieking when the front door opens and hits me and I see my mom trying to get in.

“Sweetie, why are you on the floor?” I laugh and stand up. I probably do look a little crazy right now. I look at her with her long, dark brown hair in a high bun, makeup done flawlessly, green eyes twinkling from the lights. I have always looked more like my mom, but she always said I got my personality and love of music from my dad.

“Sorry, just had a good day. You have a good date?” From the smile on her face, I can tell it went well. I follow her to the kitchen and take a seat at the breakfast island. My eyes skim to where Colin was sitting not that long ago and now it’s me who can’t stop the smile from forming. I watch Mom make us both a cup of tea and she sits opposite me.

“I had an amazing time. He is so kind, so sweet. He treats me like a queen, and let me tell you, it’s rare to find that in a man, trust me.” Before Xander, Mom’s new beau, she went on a couple of dates and by the stories she told me, they were dogs. They were after a quick lay; a wham bam thank you, ma’am.