STEPBROTHER (R-18) novel Chapter 42

Scarletts P.O.V

Oliver disappears for most of the night. Its not until you awake on 1am, roused by an emotional dream that you find yourself ascending the stairs quietly. Upon arriving to the main floor, you frown when you hear exaggerated whispers coming from the kitchen.

Who the hell is up this late? Oliver?

You walk towards the noise, mouth falling slack when you realise its Oliver and your mom in a heated argument.

"I don't care. If you really care about her, you'll do what's best"

"Who are you to tell me what's best for her?"

Are they talking about me?

You move to press yourself against the wall when the floor gives way to your presence with a groan.

"Hello? Scarlett? Is that you?"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You hold your breath, unsure of what to do when you hear her probing voice again.

"All I'm saying is she has a lot going for her. She doesn't need to be distracted right now. Especially with someone who..."

The silence that follows is intense, only derailed when. Oliver spits his next words angrily.

"Someone who, what? Finish your sentence."

"I think you know what I mean"

"Why don't you say it?"

"Oliver..."

"Ya know, I really don't think you're in any position to say whats best for her"

Your chest tightens from the sound of hurt in his voice. His anger, although only prominent in the gritted hushed tone of his voice, is domineering.

"Watch it, Oliver..."

"Or what? You'll hand me over to the police. Our daughter can fend for her fucking self. And until she says so, I'm not going anywhere"

Oh god. They are fighting over me. He said he's not going anywhere...

Your heart swirls with a flustering warmth that makes you dizzy.

Dammit, that makes me happy... I'm in way too deep with him.

You sigh soft enough so no one will hear and pinch the bridge of your nose as you address that reality.

Doesn't matter, though. Because I don't want it to change.

"I'm warning you..."

"Don't. Its pointless. I'm in love with your daughter. Whether you can come to terms with it or not"

He finally said. Fully said. In love with me.

Despite the fact you feel like a giddy, love sick fool, you cant hold back the wide smile that forms on your lips as you let his words sink in and fill you with excited passion.

The sound of his footsteps startle you into action and you find yourself scurrying as quickly a you can be back towards your bedroom. You're fast enough to avoid getting caught. When you finally reach your bedroom, you slip inside and press yourself against the door, panting breathlessly as his footsteps near.

I cant believe my mom was bombarding him about me. She has always managed o screw everything up. Thank god Oliver is too stubborn to let her ruin this.

As his footsteps draw closer you expect them to disappear into his room, but you're unnerved in the best way when they stop in front of your door and you hear him sigh.

"Would you like to come out now, Scar?"

Well shit... he caught me

You turn around, opening your door, and masking the guilty expression on your face as you step out of your room to face him. As usual, he looks absolutely irresistible. You note the tension in his shoulders and jaw as his eyes roam your face.

"You were reckless today"

I did what I thought I had to do.

"So?"

He quirks a brow, and steps forward, lifting his large hand towards your face to stroke your jaw. Your eyes flutter closed briefly when his fingers glide along your skin in a feathery embrace.

"You could've gotten hurt. Or prosecuted"

"Same for you"

"That doesn't matter"

Your eyes flutter open at his words and you frown, reaching up to grasp his had and pull it away from your face.

"Doesn't matter? You get arrested charged for hurting the douchebag who beat on you and your mom? But I cant stick up for you?"

He shakes his head, and yanks his arm to pull you into his firm body.

"No. Not if you put yourself in danger. Not happening"

"Too bad I make my own decisions"

A soft chuckle leaves his lips, and he uses his other hand to cup your chin. Your eyes widen when you realise there's a small bandage over it

He got that cleaned and fixed up. Good.

"I'm reckless. So are you"

Perfect.

"Sound like a good fucking match"

You open your mouth to retort a snider remark when your interrupted by a feverish kiss. He moulds himself against you, his monstrous erection pressed against your hip as he cups the sides of your face.

I cant get enough of him.

"Mm, Oliver"

You moan his name against his lips and the guttural groan that tears from his lips makes you clench the walls of your wet core. The urge to stroke yourself makes you slip your hand in between your bodies.

"Fuck, Scarlett. What's gotten into you?"

Soon, you, hopefully.

You hike up your dress, splaying your hand over your puffy mound as you begin to stroke your soaked folds.

"Your mother is..."

"Fuck my mother. I want you. Now. I need you."