Crushing on My Enemy Stepbrother

Filed to story: Crushing on My Enemy Stepbrother ‘It’s all going to be fine baby, you’ll see, we’ll be back with Marcy and Alfie in no time’ he soothes. All I can do is sit back as my team mate works on the woman, pressing dressings to the bullet wound in her back to staunch…

Filed to story: Crushing on My Enemy Stepbrother Instinctively, I move toward him, climbing on the bed as he fights, wrapping my arms around his body and pressing my warmth into his sweat soaked skin. ‘Please! Please!’ he’s begging, ‘Oh God, help us!’ ‘Shhh’ I soothe, plastering my body to his and starting to stroke…

Filed to story: Crushing on My Enemy Stepbrother This is the third letter since the last phone call, the first was just a blank sheet of paper with no return address, the second had ‘thief’ pasted onto the sheet from newspaper cut outs, this one is typed on a computer. Gathering up the envelope and…

Filed to story: Crushing on My Enemy Stepbrother ‘Uh, no . . I got punched’ he mumbles through the scrap of fabric. My son’s eyes widen as he stares up at the man, ‘hitting is wrong’ he tells him, ‘Mama says no hitting!’ ‘Maxie’ I murmur, trying to attract the child’s attention, ‘I think the…

Filed to story: Crushing on My Enemy Stepbrother A wicked twinkle flickers in her irises as she grips the base, her hand pumping the last bit that she can’t fit inside that sweet mouth as she hits me against the back of her throat. Vibrations move through me as she starts to hum, f*ck me,…

Filed to story: Crushing on My Enemy Stepbrother ‘It’s a business expense’ Gage replies, holding out a hand, palm up to stop me, ‘forget it.’ I nibble my lip indecisively, my pride wanting me to make a point that I don’t need anyone to pay for me. My head is telling me that owing a…

Filed to story: Crushing on My Enemy Stepbrother ‘I overslept’ I mutter, trying to shove past the man to disappear into my own office so I can block the pair of them out for the rest of the day. Callan is having none of it, instead, he throws an arm in front of me, ‘does…

Filed to story: Crushing on My Enemy Stepbrother Evie’s cheeks tinge pink as she nibbles her bottom lip, ‘it’s OK’ she replies softly, ‘we all have bad days sometimes.’ I nod, sipping my coffee, ‘still it’s no excuse to be sharp with you’ I mutter gruffly, ‘you are . . very good at your job…

Filed to story: Crushing on My Enemy Stepbrother I reach over to my phone that I’ve left on the side, and select my playlist, music filling the large kitchen as I dance around, moving my hips to the melody. Grabbing a clean spoon, I hold it to my lips, singing along badly with the singer…

Filed to story: Crushing on My Enemy Stepbrother Pulling into the driveway, I park up in my usual spot and head inside, opening the door and making my way inside. The faint sound of music comes from the kitchen along with the enticing smell of home cooking. Following my nose, I enter the room to…