Owned by My MC Stepbroter

Chapter3

We drank our drinks, I told him about my graduation and how I’d beheading back for grad school in the fall. He said he went back to town where his mother lives, and didn’t talk much about his father. He also didn’t say what he did for work, which I’m sure was nothing legal or legitimate. I had already decided I was going to sleep with him when he called me out of the booth.

Girls were gawking at him, his stance made you think about sex. Everything about him made you think about ripping off your clothes and losing your inhabitations. I didn’t want any ofthese girls taking him home, I felt a need for him. “I could use a ride home” I said, wondering if he would take the bait. He laughed, set his drink down, and walked me to the parking lot.

I waved at my friends as I walked by, all ofthem wide eyed and confused. The Avery they all knew wouldn’t even talk with a guy, let alone leave a night club with one. We walked up to a white SUV. “Didn’t bring the bike tonight” he said with playfulness. I was glad, I was out of my element enough, and I couldn’t imagine getting onto a motorcycle with him.

He opened the passenger side door for meand I climbed in, and watched him walk around the front ofthe vehicle.

“ Same place?” he asked as he stared the car. I nodded and explained my mother was out oftown on vacation. I wanted him to know that we would be alone, the house would be empty. We drove with classic rock on the radio, and I left my legs slightly parted. I kept watching him glance over, checking me out without trying to be obvious.

I didn’t want the car ride to end, and I was suddenly feeling nervous about asking him in. This guy fucks women nighty, I’m sure he wouldn’t think twice to sleep with me and leave. He may not even be interested in me. The shots were catching up with me, and I knew the liquid courage I was gathering was going to be enough to get him in the door. As he pulled in the driveway and up the turnaround drive, he looked at the tudor style mansion my mother lived in. I’m sure it brought back memories. “Walk me to the front door” I asked.

He shut offthe engine, which meant he intended on doing more than walking me to the front door. I waited for him to open my door and help me out, and Iwalked to the garage door, typing in the code. The door opened and we walked in, heading into the house from the kitchen. I set my clutch down on the counter and turned halfthe kitchen lights on. I headed to the refrigerator and grabbed a couple of beers, opening the tops and handing one to him. He was studying me.

“ So this looks the same” he said, looking around. It hadn’t changed much since he had stayed here on weekends he visited his dad, “expect I would have to say the tables have changed a bit” he said. I knew exactly what he meant, and I wasn’t ashamed to say that I brought him here for a reason. It had been a while since I had sex and I knew I wanted him inside me.

Besides, it’s not like I haven’t slept with him before.

I drank about half my beer in a couple ofgulps, I had to keep the liquid courage going ifI wanted to get laid. I set it down and hopped up on the counter, spreading my knees shoulder width apart, giving him the perfect view of my red thong between my legs. He put his beer down and came tome.

Before I knew it his lips were on mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth. He was cupping my breasts through the dress. Heran his hand up my neck and into the back of my hair, grabbing a handful and tugging enough to make me look at him. He smelled so masculine it was seductive. I stared back at him, and I felt him slide his fingers between my legs and into my thong.