Drawn to You (Lover to Stepbrother)(51)

He followed me home but he did make sure he was a few feet away from me when we got out, but I could feel his eyes on me. When we get inside, he does a quick sweep of the place, checking every room, every closet. I followed him, watching him.

He searched everywhere, making sure not one corner was spared. At least I know he is serious about the job. I just can’t believe Xander hired him. If he knew that his son and I were an item back in high school, I bet he wouldn’t have asked.

“The place is fine. I’m just going to look through some of your stuff in case there are any hidden cameras or anything.”

I nod. “Okay. I’m going to grab a quick shower.” I watch as his eyes trail over my body and it feels like his stare is a touch. I walk away from him, heading to my room. I sit on my bed, my hand against my chest.

It feels so surreal that he’s here in my home, but I need to get used to it.

I know you’re wondering why I hate him so much, but wouldn’t you? He has avoided me for years and when I tried to be there for him after his injury, he turned me away without even seeing me. He hurt me, more than words ever could.

He broke all the promises he ever made to me.

He promised he would never hurt me.

He promised he would stay in touch.

But it was all lies.

I walk around my huge, bare room. I am hardly ever here but I like knowing I have a house near my Mom. I like to know if the music thing ever stopped, I’d have a home to come back to that’s mine. I’m not going to decorate until I’m ready to set down some roots.

I have placed photos on the walls of my family and friends and I go to the one of the wedding, the one of me and Colin, and I look at it. We were so young. Colin still looks amazing, but now he’s all man. He screams out masculinity.

I sigh as I pace around my room before grabbing a towel and heading to my bathroom. I make sure to have the shower extra hot. I step inside once the place starts to fill with steam. When the water hits my skin, I lean my forehead against the tiled wall.

Thinking back to the elevator, thinking of his body against mine, I know I felt his erection pressed against me. Hearing his words, him telling me what he really thinks, is so refreshing. So many people kiss my ass now, it’s nice having someone talk back to me.

No, nice isn’t the right word.

It was a huge turn on.

I would never admit it to him, but I wanted him to keep talking, to give me the play by play when he fucked me over and over in my old bedroom.

Images of him and I enter my head and I start to trail my fingers slowly down my stomach until I get to my wet folds. Like I already knew I would be, I’m soaked, and not by the water. I ease two fingers inside, then three. Stretching myself. Colin’s dick is so thick, I remember how full I used to feel when he was inside me.

I start moving my fingers slowly, teasing myself before I start to speed up. I use my other hand to play with my clit. My forehead still leans against the wall, my breathing coming in faster.

I’m moaning out into the room. I picture him touching me, that it’s his hands that are on me. Hearing him say fuck over and over in my ear. My legs are shaking, knowing I’m close. I keep going until I scream out my release.

I turn my face a little to the side and I see a figure quickly move away.

I stand up straighter, wiping the steamed glass but the figure is gone. I know it was Colin. Colin watched me play with myself and a part of me is turned on that he watched but another is angry that he did.

I step out, wrapping a towel around myself, heading back into my room, but no one is there. I go from room to room before I find him in one of the spare rooms looking at ornaments, assessing them.

“Enjoy the show?” I say sarcastically.

“I did, actually.” I’m more than surprised that he admitted it.

“Do you have no boundaries? Don’t think Xander added you watching me in the shower in the job description.” He turns and smirks at me.

“He should have made it clearer,” he jokes.

“Whenever I am in the shower, don’t come in. Got it?” I give him a pointed look before I walk away.

“Thinking of me?” I hear him say behind me.

“Big-headed much?”

“I can show you a big head if you want.” Even though it was just a crude thing to say, I have to keep my legs locked to stop them from shaking.

“You’re sick.” I turn around, but then I feel arms wrap around my middle.

“Were you thinking of me, princess? You sprung up that tight that you needed a release? Did you come hard?” He asks in my ear. I swear he just smelled my hair.

“I was thinking of the guy I’m currently fucking actually,” I lie. “He knows how to please me. What I want and need. It's him that I came for.” He spins me around, his eyes boring into mine.

“I’m not playing these games with you.”

“I didn’t think we were playing any.” I give him an innocent look.

“I’m not doing this with you.” He heads back in the room and I follow him.

“Doing what?” I ask.

“This.” He points to himself and me. “I came here to do a job and yes, I’m already fucking up. I shouldn’t have watched you finger fuck yourself. I shouldn’t touch you. I'll back off.” A part of me feels disappointed.