Stepbrother WHOA! (The Stepbrother Romance Series #5) by Claire Adams
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STEPBROTHER
WHOA!
The
Stepbrother Romance Series Book #5
BAD
BOY FRAT
By
Claire Adams
This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright
© 2015 Claire Adams
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Chapter
One
I woke up gradually the next morning, still in
Jaxon’s arms, warm and happy in spite of the ache deep down between my hips. I
smiled to myself, burying my face in his pillow, laughing as quietly as I
could. It seemed to me like the harder we tried to stay away from each other,
the more and more inevitable it was that we ended up throwing ourselves at each
other.
I felt Jaxon shifting next to me in the bed, and I
turned over onto my back carefully, tilting my head to look at him. “Hey,”
Jaxon said, smiling slightly. “You’re not going to freak out on me again and
storm out of the room, are you?” I chuckled quietly and shook my head.
“I was just thinking about the fact that the more we
try to avoid each other the more we seem to end up jumping each other’s bones.
Freaking out and storming off would probably just lead to us screwing around
again.” Jaxon snickered.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. Besides, I’m just so
tired of trying to pretend like everything is good between us when it isn’t.” I
nodded.
The whole frat house was quiet; if the guys had come
back the night before, I’d been too deeply asleep to notice. It occurred to me
that I’d actually slept through the night for the first time in weeks, instead
of tossing and turning, trying so carefully not to think about Jaxon, or to
tell myself over and over again that everything was great with our
brother-sister tactic. Even when I had been neck-deep in denial, I hadn’t been
able to convince myself that it was really okay with me, that it was better
that way. Maybe that was why I hadn’t even mentioned the situation to Mom—it
was too stressful keeping it all in my own brain, and talking to her about it
would just make things worse.
It was so incredibly nice to be in the house without
a ton of noise going on around us; it felt somehow even more private than it
had been at Bob’s house during break—even though there were several times more
people in the building. “It’s so weird for it to be this quiet,” I told Jaxon.
He nodded, smiling in a sleepy, dreamy way.
“Yeah—it’s weird, but nice. I don’t have to worry
about anyone walking in on us, or someone setting off the alarm, anything like
that. It’s a good change.” He pulled me closer to him in the bed; I knew that
we were going to have to talk more about the situation, but for the moment it
was nice enough to just be close to him, to feel his skin against mine, to
remember how good the sex had been the night before.
“So, how are your classes going?” Jaxon rolled his
eyes, his hands beginning to wander over me. In the morning quiet, I could tell
neither of us really wanted to talk about what was really on our minds: what we
were going to do about the incredibly screwed up situation we’d found ourselves
in. It was obvious to me that we
WHOA!
The
Stepbrother Romance Series Book #5
BAD
BOY FRAT
By
Claire Adams
This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright
© 2015 Claire Adams
Get
Each of My Newly Released Books for 99 Cents By Clicking Here
Read Part 1, Stepbrother WOW –
Click here
Read Part 2, Stepbrother OMG –
Click here
Read Part 3, Stepbrother HOT –
Click here
Read
Part 4, Stepbrother JEEZ – Click here
Read about the first frat boy in
the book SLAMMED by clicking here
Like
me on Facebook : http://www.facebook.com/pages/Claire-Adams/547513332025338
Newsletter :
– Click
here to get an email as soon as the next book in the series is available.
Get your
free copy of my never released book when you sign up for the authors VIP
mailing list.
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Chapter
One
I woke up gradually the next morning, still in
Jaxon’s arms, warm and happy in spite of the ache deep down between my hips. I
smiled to myself, burying my face in his pillow, laughing as quietly as I
could. It seemed to me like the harder we tried to stay away from each other,
the more and more inevitable it was that we ended up throwing ourselves at each
other.
I felt Jaxon shifting next to me in the bed, and I
turned over onto my back carefully, tilting my head to look at him. “Hey,”
Jaxon said, smiling slightly. “You’re not going to freak out on me again and
storm out of the room, are you?” I chuckled quietly and shook my head.
“I was just thinking about the fact that the more we
try to avoid each other the more we seem to end up jumping each other’s bones.
Freaking out and storming off would probably just lead to us screwing around
again.” Jaxon snickered.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. Besides, I’m just so
tired of trying to pretend like everything is good between us when it isn’t.” I
nodded.
The whole frat house was quiet; if the guys had come
back the night before, I’d been too deeply asleep to notice. It occurred to me
that I’d actually slept through the night for the first time in weeks, instead
of tossing and turning, trying so carefully not to think about Jaxon, or to
tell myself over and over again that everything was great with our
brother-sister tactic. Even when I had been neck-deep in denial, I hadn’t been
able to convince myself that it was really okay with me, that it was better
that way. Maybe that was why I hadn’t even mentioned the situation to Mom—it
was too stressful keeping it all in my own brain, and talking to her about it
would just make things worse.
It was so incredibly nice to be in the house without
a ton of noise going on around us; it felt somehow even more private than it
had been at Bob’s house during break—even though there were several times more
people in the building. “It’s so weird for it to be this quiet,” I told Jaxon.
He nodded, smiling in a sleepy, dreamy way.
“Yeah—it’s weird, but nice. I don’t have to worry
about anyone walking in on us, or someone setting off the alarm, anything like
that. It’s a good change.” He pulled me closer to him in the bed; I knew that
we were going to have to talk more about the situation, but for the moment it
was nice enough to just be close to him, to feel his skin against mine, to
remember how good the sex had been the night before.
“So, how are your classes going?” Jaxon rolled his
eyes, his hands beginning to wander over me. In the morning quiet, I could tell
neither of us really wanted to talk about what was really on our minds: what we
were going to do about the incredibly screwed up situation we’d found ourselves
in. It was obvious to me that we
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