Attracted by My Stepbully

Chapter10

Hailey

I still do, even now. Underneath all that attitude, I know that Cole won't hurt me. That he would never hurt me.

The thought of Cole naked against me, with his mouth on mine and his hard cock pressing against me, makes my breath catch in my throat. I feel hot and

restless, feverishly preoccupied with his words.

Did he mean it Would he really

I'm on the verge of sleep, just settling into that dozy stage where I'm about to drift right off, when I hear the knock at my door.

My adrenaline surges, and immediately I'm wide awake.

It him. I know it's him, because the knock comes from the door to our shared

bathroom.

Before I have a chance to say anything, he opens the door and lets himself in.

He's wearing grey sweatpants, and a white t-shirt pulled tight across the muscles of his chest, and his thick hair is mussed. He looks incredible, as always. Fit and sexy.

He locks eyes on me and I watch him a little fearfully as he approaches, unsure of what I should say or do.

He's got a smile on his face-or at least it's supposed to be a smile, even if it doesn't feel entirely friendly-and he takes a seat on the side of my bed, looking down at me.

"Hey, virgin."

"Hey," I say, and swallow.

I'm aware that I'm gripping the cover, my hands making fists, but I'm unable to relax them.

He lifts a hand and runs his fingers through my hair and his touch electrifies me so much I have to suppress a shiver.

He doesn't say anything. He just watches my face while he strokes my hair, as if he's thinking about something, or planning what to say, and I don't say anything either. I hold still, enjoying the curious softness of his touch. It's so tender.

When he does speak, his voice is tender too. "I don't know what you're doing to me, Hailey," he says, and I breathe a laugh.

"I know what you mean."

He lets his hand run down the side of my face and cups it gently. "Last night was . Fuck." He shakes his head as if he still can't believe it. "It was crazy and hot, and I can't stop thinking about it."

"Me neither," I confess.

He looks at me with concern. "But you liked it, right What we did was okay "

"Yes." It comes out breathy and soft, like I almost don't dare admit to it. "Because you're so fucking horny."

And before my eyes, his face transforms. His eyes become harder, his smile transforms into a smirk.

I press my lips together, disappointed and offended. "I'm not the one who was getting my cock sucked by my friend."

He arches an eyebrow. "Hailey, that's not very open-minded. You do know there's nothing wrong with that "

Fuck. How does he do this Suddenly I feel like I'm the bad one for judging. I bite back the urge to apologize and say nothing.

He lowers his hands to the covers and starts pulling them down, tucking them just under my breasts and running a hand over my silky pyjama shirt.

"I like knowing that you're so horny," he says, his tone soft again, and he

brushes his palms over my breasts, making my nipples come to hard points under his touch. "I get hard thinking about what a horny girl you are."

It's so quiet in the room that I feel very aware of my breathing, and I lie still, letting him rub his hands over my breasts. He's staring at them as if he's deep in concentration.

"I'm really upset about what you did to my comic books," he says, and I can't help but cast a glance over to my desk, where the four halves of my ripped books are stacked in a pile, but don't say anything. He is right about the difference in

value. I'm pissed, but my books will only cost forty dollars to replace.

"I've been rethinking taking your virginity, though," he continues, and my heart sinks so hard, I can barely hide my disappointment.

I knew it.

He doesn't want me. He doesn't want to kiss me and make love to me and change everything between us.

He hates me.

Even if he did think I was sexy, who the hell would fuck their own sister I'm sick for wanting it.

He looks at me shrewdly. "Are you disappointed "

"Of course not," I snap, but he grins slyly. He can see right through me. My cheeks warm with shame.

"I don't know if you deserve my cock," he continues, thoughtfully. His fingers circle one nipple, rubbing it into a hard point. "My long, thick, hard cock. I think you need to earn it."

"How " The question barely comes out, it's so quiet.

He lifts his eyes from the hard points of my nipples and says, "Take off your shirt and show me your tits. I need to see if they turn me on."

I blink. This is all so wrong. But I don't think I could stop this if I wanted to. I'll do anything right now to feel his hands on my skin.

My hands trembling, I start unbuttoning my shirt, and before I can even sit up to remove it, his hands are sliding up under the silky fabric and cupping both

breasts, making heat pool in my belly.