Gripped: A Stepbrother Romance (Bonus Story: Stepbrother Forbidden) by Stephanie Brother
Authors: Stephanie Brother
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to him than I ever had instead.
Logan didn't move. Neither did I. The silence between us absolute.
Let him go. I couldn't.
My heart raced and the pit of my belly felt weird and quivery. Logan gripped the edge of the pool wall to keep us buoyant while his other hand encircled my body. Why was he holding me tighter? Why didn't he let me go? We were so close. We were too close. His gaze dropped to my lips, I did the same to his. I don't know who moved first but in the next moment we were kissing.
There was nothing gentle about our kiss. It was unrefined and desperate, as if we were pouring years of frustration and denial into that one moment. Logan's mouth and body dominated mine. He slid his tongue along my bottom lip, begging entry and I opened my mouth to swirl my tongue with his. He pressed my body against the pool wall with his and I clung to him tighter, wanting to feel every bit of him on me… in me.
His hand moved from my back to slide up underneath my tank top and the motion of his hand disturbed the water against my skin, making it tickle my flesh. My fingers ran through his wet hair and I moaned into his mouth when his hand cupped and squeezed my naked breast beneath my top. I'd yearned to have Logan touch me this way for so long that the reality of it made my head spin with excitement.
He broke our kiss to drag his lips down my neck while his hand fondled my breast and played with my nipple. I gasped his name, grinding my hips against him. I couldn't wait to feel the full length of him moving inside me.
His voice was ragged and desperate. "God, Alyssa. I want you."
"Please," I begged, pulling his head up to kiss him again. "Please, Logan."
He dropped his hand from my breast and pulled away from me, shaking his head. He looked conflicted and angry.
"I-I can't. We can't. It's not right, Alyssa. You're my sister."
Stepsister . It's what I wanted to say but it was pointless. Logan had already climbed out of the pool, and my hand was covering my mouth so he couldn't hear me crying as he walked away.
6: Logan
Morons made the same mistake twice.
Complete idiots made the same mistake twice and made it worse.
I don't know. I'd been labelled a genius from family, friends and professional folk but right now I felt like the biggest idiot on the planet.
"…require using a more lightweight database engine, but there is concern about backwards compatibility for the older models. Thoughts, Mr. Ashbury?"
The sound of my name forced me back to the present. I blinked stupidly at the roomful of faces turned in my direction. Currently, I was in a meeting with some of my software designers and engineers, but I'd lost track of the topic immediately after I'd sat down in my seat. My physical presence hadn't been necessary. I usually attended these things via a VoIP service but I'd wanted an excuse to get out of the house. I found many excuses to not be around when Alyssa was home ever since what we did a few days ago. Half because I felt guilty and ashamed for doing it and the other half because I knew I'd be tempted to do it again.
I mean, she did seem to be pretty into it that night. This thought dawned on me the very next day and had stayed with me up until now. It was the only consolation that eased my conscience. Better yet, she hadn't been drunk—hadn't seemed so, at least. Her participation had not only been of her own free will but overly enthusiastic, too. No hesitation. No sounds of complaint, whatsoever, save for when she'd actually begged me to continue.
Anyway, I had work to do and dwelling on the whys of Alyssa's behaviour felt like a dangerous exercise in futility. It would only encourage me and I did not need encouraging. I apologized to my employees for my brief lapse of attention and made a point of staying completely focussed when I was refreshed on the matter at hand. I let work bury me and drown out any random thoughts about Alyssa like what if I'd not stopped kissing her that night? Did she
Logan didn't move. Neither did I. The silence between us absolute.
Let him go. I couldn't.
My heart raced and the pit of my belly felt weird and quivery. Logan gripped the edge of the pool wall to keep us buoyant while his other hand encircled my body. Why was he holding me tighter? Why didn't he let me go? We were so close. We were too close. His gaze dropped to my lips, I did the same to his. I don't know who moved first but in the next moment we were kissing.
There was nothing gentle about our kiss. It was unrefined and desperate, as if we were pouring years of frustration and denial into that one moment. Logan's mouth and body dominated mine. He slid his tongue along my bottom lip, begging entry and I opened my mouth to swirl my tongue with his. He pressed my body against the pool wall with his and I clung to him tighter, wanting to feel every bit of him on me… in me.
His hand moved from my back to slide up underneath my tank top and the motion of his hand disturbed the water against my skin, making it tickle my flesh. My fingers ran through his wet hair and I moaned into his mouth when his hand cupped and squeezed my naked breast beneath my top. I'd yearned to have Logan touch me this way for so long that the reality of it made my head spin with excitement.
He broke our kiss to drag his lips down my neck while his hand fondled my breast and played with my nipple. I gasped his name, grinding my hips against him. I couldn't wait to feel the full length of him moving inside me.
His voice was ragged and desperate. "God, Alyssa. I want you."
"Please," I begged, pulling his head up to kiss him again. "Please, Logan."
He dropped his hand from my breast and pulled away from me, shaking his head. He looked conflicted and angry.
"I-I can't. We can't. It's not right, Alyssa. You're my sister."
Stepsister . It's what I wanted to say but it was pointless. Logan had already climbed out of the pool, and my hand was covering my mouth so he couldn't hear me crying as he walked away.
6: Logan
Morons made the same mistake twice.
Complete idiots made the same mistake twice and made it worse.
I don't know. I'd been labelled a genius from family, friends and professional folk but right now I felt like the biggest idiot on the planet.
"…require using a more lightweight database engine, but there is concern about backwards compatibility for the older models. Thoughts, Mr. Ashbury?"
The sound of my name forced me back to the present. I blinked stupidly at the roomful of faces turned in my direction. Currently, I was in a meeting with some of my software designers and engineers, but I'd lost track of the topic immediately after I'd sat down in my seat. My physical presence hadn't been necessary. I usually attended these things via a VoIP service but I'd wanted an excuse to get out of the house. I found many excuses to not be around when Alyssa was home ever since what we did a few days ago. Half because I felt guilty and ashamed for doing it and the other half because I knew I'd be tempted to do it again.
I mean, she did seem to be pretty into it that night. This thought dawned on me the very next day and had stayed with me up until now. It was the only consolation that eased my conscience. Better yet, she hadn't been drunk—hadn't seemed so, at least. Her participation had not only been of her own free will but overly enthusiastic, too. No hesitation. No sounds of complaint, whatsoever, save for when she'd actually begged me to continue.
Anyway, I had work to do and dwelling on the whys of Alyssa's behaviour felt like a dangerous exercise in futility. It would only encourage me and I did not need encouraging. I apologized to my employees for my brief lapse of attention and made a point of staying completely focussed when I was refreshed on the matter at hand. I let work bury me and drown out any random thoughts about Alyssa like what if I'd not stopped kissing her that night? Did she
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