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“So,” Gerald walks into the room, talking. “It was his foot. A support beam fell on it. He is at St. Catherine's Hospital.” he barely finishes before I am out the door hopping into my car. I know I am not helping the situation, but I can’t know he is hurt and not go and see he is ok for myself. I know me; I won’t be able to rest unless I know he alive and breathing. Who knows, maybe this will make him wake up and see what is in front of him.
Chapter One
Andrew
Son of a bitch, this shit hurts. Moving my foot feels like a hot branding iron is being run through my skin. Giving up, I sit back on the hospital bed and groan. This is fucked. My mind is running through everything that happened, insisting there is nothing I did that caused it. I mean, for fucks sake. I have been doing this for years. Even when I was in college, I worked construction part-time. I could do this job in my sleep. No. It was not me. Something was off with the materials. As pissed as I am, I know Jamison is going to be more so. He prides himself on the safety of his employees and worksites. We have not had an injury since I have been working for him. He is going to be fuming.
“Lori, stop it. I am just going to make sure he is okay.” My heart begins to dance when the voice that comes to me in my dreams is outside the door. Crap. Like I need this right now. My sweet, sweet May. That girl is my drug. Funny enough, I haven't touched her, or even kissed her, yet, but just her scent and the gentle soft lull of her tone is enough to course through my veins like crack. I am a junkie for a girl I haven’t fucked, and truth be told, I shouldn't. Being my stepsister makes her off-limits but damn what I wouldn't give to live a little dangerously. “Oh, thank God you are ok.'' I hear her gasp as she steps into the room. Always so beautiful and light.
“I am fine, May. What are you doing here? Didn't the parentals tell you it was a foot injury?” I need to get her out of this room quickly. I can feel the intoxication taking over like it does every time.
“They told me. I just needed to see for myself.” she walks further in, and that is when I see Lori, her older sister, at the door.
“I told you he was fine. Can we go now?” she says to her, her voice curt and annoyed. I would take it personally if I didn’t already know why she was in such a hurry.
“Nice to see you too, Lori.”
“Shut up, Drew. I knew you were ok. But this one, as usual, was warped with worry and wouldn't take our word for it. You know…” she finishes before I hear the rumble of another coming down the hallway. “Great,” she grumbles before crossing her arms over her chest.
“Irish.” I hear our crew manager Aiden address Lori. I chuckle simply because I know his nickname for her pisses her off and usually sets her off. I know he does it on purpose, and she secretly loves it, but those two are explosive and not always in a nice way.
“Asshat.” She turns and walks away while shouting at May. “Hurry up.” My eyes move to my innocent little stepsister, and my mouth begins to water. Hell. It has to be illegal to lust after someone you're related to, albeit by marriage. I mean fuck. This girl is all pinks and roses and sugar. Sugar. I bet her pussy is slippery like syrup, pink like the shirt she is wearing, and smells like the rose shampoo she uses. My cock apparently thinks so. He is moving into a standing salute. Subtly, I move the extra pillow onto my lap, feigning a need to use it to lean on.
“Thank you for checking on me, sis. I will make sure to let the parentals know when I am being discharged.” she moves to the foot of the bed and drops her head. In seconds, she is back to looking at me with her lip between her teeth and her cheeks flushed.
“We aren't going anywhere anytime soon. Aiden followed her down the hall. You know those two can go at it all night arguing and using words as foreplay.” If I were drinking water, it would have been sprayed all over her and the bed. Christ. The word ‘foreplay’ coming from her mouth was like voice porn.
“What the hell would you know about foreplay, little sis. An innocent little virgin like you.”
“I know more than you think,” she says, her sass prevalent. I can’t tell if she is serious or not. As far away as I try to keep her, I would kill someone if they touched her. Fucked up, I know since I am fighting myself, but it's true. I find the ire inside of me stoking the simmering flame as I picture someone else between her thick thighs banging her cherry out of her.
