Drawn to You (Lover to Stepbrother)(57)

“Don’t think,” I beg him. He takes a step back.

“We can’t do this. You know we can’t do this.” I walk slowly to him, pressing my body close to his.

“I know.” I lay my hands on his chest and can feel his heartbeat pounding against my palm. “I missed you, Colin. So much.” I look into his eyes. “I need you inside me.”

“Please don’t talk like that.” He holds onto my hands.

“If I could give up my music right now just for you to fuck me, to please me, to make me scream out in ecstasy, I would. I am aching for you.”

“You don’t mean that. You’ve had too much to drink…” He is shaking his head, looking to the ground.

“I mean it. I miss you, Colin. Have you missed me?” I hold my breath as I glide my hand down his chest until I reach his erection, cupping it.

“Every day,” he whispers, his forehead pressing against mine. “But we can’t do this.”

“I need you, Colin. Please need me, too.” He looks up to the sky before looking back to me and his eyes have gone dark. His lips land on mine as he pushes me against the wall. His kiss isn’t gentle; it’s hard, it's fast. His hands are touching me everywhere, my fingers dig into his hair as he groans into my mouth.

I feel his hands lift my skirt until his fingers find my soaked underwear and I moan when I feel him rip them away from me, the air hitting my heated pussy. I grip his hair tighter when his fingers enter me.

He starts thrusting his fingers in and out, making my head dizzy. I grab hold of his belt, undoing the buckle and his pants, freeing his cock, wrapping my hand around him. I place him at my entrance and he soon thrusts inside me, causing us both to groan by the contact.

I’m so full.

It’s like I can feel him everywhere.

He starts thrusting like a crazy man. He bites down on my neck and I scream out in pleasure. Fuck, I’ve missed this. No one else can do this to me; no one can make me feel like I’m on cloud nine. He bites down harder and I hold onto his head, asking him for more.

He goes harder and faster and I’m so close, I can feel my release approaching, when there is a commotion down the alley and we both stop. The only sounds I can hear is our heavy breathing. We both look to where the sound came from but nothing else happens.

“Fuck.” Colin breathes before he pulls out of me and I whimper at the loss. It has dawned on me that’s twice now I haven’t got my release.

I could cry.

I watch Colin adjust himself and I pull down my skirt, taking the ripped underwear from the ground and placing them in his pocket. He takes my hand and guides us down the alleyway and no one is there but a trash can has fallen to the ground.

“We need to go.” He calls someone on his phone and swears when they don’t pick up. It doesn’t take a genius to know he’s trying to call Aaron and he’s probably busy fucking Karen. At least they’re getting some. We get to our car and he helps me as he talks down the phone. “We are heading back to Sasha’s home. Think the guy was watching her, meet me there.” He hangs up.

We don’t say anything else on the ride over, both sitting in silence, and when we get home, he takes me with him as he searches all the rooms but nothing is out of place. He heads to the living room and sits on the couch, his head in his hands. I sit opposite him, feeling a little out of place. The alcohol leaving my system.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” he says, still not looking at me.

“I know,” I tell him.

“I want you, Sasha. I have always wanted you, but things are different now.”

“I know,” I say again.

“If I could have you without consequences, then I would. Being around you is so hard, but I’m trying. You look at me with your big eyes, hearing that sexy voice of yours saying you want me…” He sighs. “It makes me want to throw caution to the wind and say fuck it. Not caring what our parents think or what the people out in the real world would think.” I stay silent. “But we would get so much grief. You are following your dream and, trust me, I know what it feels like for it to be snatched up away from you.” I see the sadness in his eyes.

He lost his dream. One stupid game ended his whole career. Everything he ever worked for. Gone. I know he wouldn’t want that for me.

“Your mother would hate me and she has been so good to me. My father would disown me. I wouldn’t want them to see you any different,” he continues.

“I know,” I whisper.

“I need to think with my head and not my heart.” I feel tears prickle my eyes. “I still love you.” I look up to him and his eyes are on me.

“I still love you,” I whisper to him, tears flowing down my cheeks. “I haven’t stopped loving you.” I start to cry harder. “I have tried so hard to move on, but I can’t. You hurt me so much. You broke me, you broke me for any other man.” He stands, walking towards me, but I stand up, moving away from him, wiping the tears away angrily.

“I tried to do what was right.”

“By ignoring me…”

“By protecting you,” he interrupts me.

“From what? You promised me you would never hurt me. You promised that you would stay in touch with me. You lied to me. You were my everything and you lied.” He tries to walk towards me again but I move away.