Stepbrother's Secrets (A New Adult Forbidden Romance) by Stephanie Brother Page A

strokes a stray hair from my face. A shudder runs down my spine, I don't know what to say.
    "Thank you," I say at last.
    I gasp air desperately my head spinning. I haven't drank much so I can't blame being drunk. His mouth closes on my neck, lips nibbling down to my collar bone as my body responds against rational thought.
    What are you doing! I scream at myself but I move my head over to give him easier access. His hands roam up and down my back, one drops to cup my ass pressing me tighter still, forcing me into being one with him. He nibbles lightly as he kisses across my shoulder, my neck, down the revealing line of my shirt towards my cleavage. I thrust my chest out to invite him in as my hips grind and desire floods through me.
    Someone runs into the kitchen and again something in me screams to stop this, to pull back and be the good girl. That part is shouted down by the primal need of wanting to be filled basking in the desire and the burning need he exudes.
    "Shit! Run! Cops!" the person running through shouts as someone else bursts into the room and heads for the back door.
    I'm pushed away and he holds me at arm’s length for a moment staring into my eyes. He looks around the room quickly then drags me by my arm towards the rear door. Throwing it open he pushes me out.
    "Run!" he says. "You're not this, run!"
    Bewildered I stand staring at him with my mouth open. "What about you?"
    He shakes his head and turns back into the house. I take a step forward, going to go back in, then I realize that the sky is lighter than it should be. Red and blue lights flash all around from the front. The music is starting to be drowned out by the shouting so I turn and run.
    I curse at myself. I've done nothing wrong. Barely drank a beer but I don't want to be caught up in a raid. My mother will never forgive me if I'm busted. Looking quickly I'm in an open backyard but one of the people who came out before me is running into the dark so I follow their retreating form. As my eyes adjust I see trees ahead and I head into them.
    Stopping to catch my breath I lean back against a tree. I can hear the sirens as suddenly the music in the house stops. People are in the backyard so I peek around the tree and see uniformed officers gathering up some late runners. They're putting people in handcuffs and lining them up along the back side of the house. The man I was just making out with is lead out of the house and placed in the lineup. He sits quietly with his head hanging down.
    I want to help but there's nothing I can do. Officers with flashlights shine them towards the woods and I see three of them talking. I slowly make my way deeper into the trees and hope I can find the way back to my dorm before morning.

Chapter two
    "Professor Stiles is an ass," Lace complains from her bunk.
    "What'd he assign now?" I ask.
    "Five chapters! For the weekend, along with a fifteen hundred word essay, you know because we had nothing else to work on but his stupid class."
    "That's a lot," I say.
    "Ya think? Seriously, what's wrong with that man," Lace grouses flopping over causing the bed to creak loudly. 
    "Uh-huh," I answer her.
    Lace leans over the edge of the bed looking in at me on my bunk. I'm curled up reading my history text for class so I look over the top of the book.
    "Spill it," she says.
    "Spill what?"
    "Well let's start with, how did you get away last night?"
    "I, uh, slipped out the back," I say.
    "Uh huh," Lace says eyeing me closely.
    Blood rushes to my face so I raise the book to try and hide it.
    "Oh my God! He did it didn't he!"
    "He did what?" I ask from behind my shield.
    "He got you out of there!"
    "He may have assisted me."
    "Were you clothed?" she asks.
    "What!" I exclaim dropping the book in my shock revealing my red face.
    "Look how red you are! Oh my god, you were totally into him weren't you! Go you, now tell me about it, come on now this is so much better than Stiles' boring ass."
    "There's nothing to tell..."
    "Said the