Take (Need #2)(71)

The small touch of her affection is a soothing balm. I didn’t even understand how badly I missed it.

Exhaling softly, I let myself melt further into her, basking in the complete certainty of this moment.

I can fix this.

I will.

Nothing on earth is going to stop me from making it up to my girl.

It’s going to take some more time, but finally, I see the light at the end of the tunnel.

I can heal her—heal us.

Fuck all the stepsister-stepbrother bullshit. We’re going to be together, and I’ll finally be able to give this girl everything I have.





August 7, 2015





“Kira, do you want popcorn?” Marilyn asks, drawing my attention from my phone.

I blink at her and nod before stuffing my phone back into my wristlet. There was a new message from Brayden after he texted me when he got home. I told him I’m with my friends, that we’re seeing a movie, and he sent me a mad emoji.

A mad emoji. What the hell?

The damn thing grates on me as we get our food and drinks, ready to see Trainwreck. I’ve waited all week to see it, and I’ll be damned if he ruins the good mood.

With all the things to get ready for this month, this is the first time we’ve been able to hang out in a week, besides trips to the gym. I’ve been looking forward to this movie and the downtime and the not thinking about Brayden time. The latter is a near impossibility.

He’s all I think about.

We grab our snacks and drinks and head to the theater, Jenna hogging the big-ass bucket of popcorn. Once up the ramp, I stop and turn.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I say, holding my soda out for Ash to take. “Be right back.”

“Okay, we’ll save you a spot.” Jenna stuffs a handful of popcorn in her mouth as they head for theater nine.

The time away gives me a few minutes to shake him from my mind. While by myself, I take a few deep breaths and focus on anything but him. It’s a good hair day, and I’m looking cute, and I’m going to have fun.

As I step out, I look both ways so I don’t run into anyone, but my steps falter. My head snaps back toward the lobby, to the force making his way toward me.

Brayden.

He’s vibrating with an almost violent energy. People make way for him, and I can’t tear my gaze away.

He’s still wearing the dark blue polo for his job, all the buttons undone and open. To make him even sexier, he’s wearing his glasses, which have always been a soft spot for me. However, they do nothing to hide the deep furrow of his brow or the intensity of his near glowing green eyes. Even his jaw is locked in a tense bite.

I’m nothing but a deer in headlights. A gushing wet deer, because the sheer want he’s directing at me hits straight at my clit. Heat rages through me in an avoidable ripple, setting off every nerve.

He’s a determined man on a mission, and no one will stop him.

I’m that mission.

The intensity is so strong it forces me to step back, flight or fight kicking in. My chest burns as I blow out an unsteady breath. He’s feet from me, forcing me to withdraw more until my back is against the wall, but unable to run because my body is begging to let him do what he’s looking for.

“B-Brayden, what—”

His expression stops me. One of his strong arms swoops around my waist. He doesn’t miss a step as he pulls me with him, down the hall.

We turn a corner and he pushes me against the wall, lips smashing against mine. His tongue laps my mouth open as his body presses into me. Desperate need and pent-up desire drive him.

Devouring me with his mouth, and I don’t want him to stop.

Leaving me a panting, breathless mess when he pulls away. The edge is softer in his eyes, but the maddening desire is tenfold. It’s been days, and I missed this. Need this, despite the protests I tell myself.

I’m a dumbstruck doll, letting him do things to me where people can see. People we know—friends, enemies—are all in the theater tonight. I’ve seen them.

But I don’t stop him from forcing my legs open or his hands as they grab onto my thighs, pulling my skirt up. His fingers sink into my ass cheeks, pulling them apart and pushing them together as he picks me up.

I don’t fight it.

Not even as his hard cock rocks against my *, digging in, grinding me into the wall.

His hips keep thrusting as he pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. Every one of his muscles is taut, desperate for a release. Everything about him is rough, dangerous, and has me so freaking lust high I’ll let him f*ck me right here if he asks.

“I f*cking need you, Kira. Now.”

The temptation to pull out his cock is only stifled by the giggle of a group of preteens as they walk by. It’s the proverbial cold splash of water I need.

The reminder that it’s not safe here, that anyone can see us right now. That if we’re caught, everyone will know. Fuck the fact that he’s my stepbrother, which is a bad enough bunch of gossip and ridicule, but I don’t want to have to explain to my mom that I was thrown in jail for having sex in public.

“Not here,” I manage to say. “Too many people.”

He pulls back, but doesn’t let go. “Come with me.”

When he starts to walk, I pull back against him. “Brayden, my friends are waiting for me. I can’t go back to your apartment right now.”