Billionaire Stepbrother: Winter (Our Forbidden Year Book 3) by Emilia Beaumont Page B

anyway.
    “You think this is funny, do you? At this rate I’m gonna fail… but that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
    “Oh, Aimee. On the contrary, I want you to succeed, but you’ve said yourself that you don’t see the point of going to Uni, that you’re doing it only ‘cause you think it’s what you should be doing… what you mother wants you to do.”
    She sighed. She knew I was right.
    “It’s the last day of term, anyway. Come back to bed?”
    Aimee shook her head. “I don’t have time for this. I’ll see you later.”
    With a last look, she scooped up a tattered beige scarf, swirled it around her delicate neck and blew me a quick kiss before trotting out the door.
    I glanced down at the rising tent pole beneath the covers. “Now what am I going to do about you?” I muttered.

Chapter Two

    M y desire for release didn’t diminish. I’d just have to settle for the next best thing, I thought. I pulled back the sheets to reveal my naked body and hopped out of bed; my cock bounced as I moved, and I gave it a gentle tug, urging patience. I wished Aimee had stayed. With a new plan in mind, I grabbed the nearest towel from the closet and headed towards the bathroom.
    A tiny buzz reverberated against the wooden top of the bedside table. Aimee’s phone. Shit. She’d be furious when she got back, I thought, and knowing her, she had probably forgotten her keys, too.
    I ignored the incessant buzzing for a moment but then thought better of it. I glanced at the screen, curious to know who was calling.
    Loretta. Aimee’s mother. There was no way I was going to answer that call. For one thing, it would’ve been a total boner–killer.
    Instead, I let the call go to voice mail and jumped into the shower.
    As the water beat against my chest, I lazily dreamed of Aimee’s naked form, of her perfect tits that I would happily tease all day if she’d let me. Soap trickled down my body, and I took hold of my cock.
    A hammering at the door broke my train of thought.
    “For fuck’s sake, what now?” I muttered to myself.
    I closed my eyes, pushed the noise to the back of my mind and concentrated only on the slide of my hand against my rod.
    The banging continued.
    Dammit! But it was probably Aimee, locked out and desperate to get back in. Maybe she realised it was futile to go to class since she was already so late. Lucky for me, I thought; I could finally put this hard–on to some good use.
    I turned the water off and stepped out, forgoing the towel, letting the breeze cool my wet body.
    “I’m coming!” I yelled, leaving footprints behind me as I went, smiling at the thought of taking her in my arms and doing unspeakable things to her. I unlatched the main door and pulled it open, standing in the raw, ready for her to jump my bones.
    “You forgot your—” I began to say.
    But it wasn’t Aimee pounding at the door. Phoebe, Aimee’s best friend, stood with her hands firmly anchored upon her hips and stared at me with a murderous rage in her eyes. Her gaze flicked downwards, and her mouth dropped open as she took in my dripping naked body.
    “Can I help you?” I asked, as if everything was perfectly normal.
    “I…” She swallowed and tried not to look at my cock, which was pointing directly at her.
    “Well, I don’t have all day. I’m freezing my balls off here.”
    “You fucking prick!” she spat.
    OK, that was the last thing I’d thought she’d say.
    “Hi to you, too, Phoebe.”
    “Where is she? Where’s Aimee?” Phoebe asked as she slipped past me into the apartment, careful not to bump into me or my swollen cock.
    “Aimee?” Phoebe called, going from room to room.
    “She’s not here,” I sighed. This was really not the time to have visitors, I thought; my balls were on the brink of exploding.
    “Look, if you hadn’t noticed, I’m kinda in the middle of something,” I said, waving a hand at my crotch.
    “I don’t fucking care! How could you do this?”
    “Do what,