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The second thing I’d thought was that I shouldn’t be thinking that.
Still, what shouldn’t be doesn’t erase what is. Quinn is always pretty, but here in the water with me, facing what could easily obliterate us, with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth and her hand in mine, she’s fucking breathtaking.
It’s different from when she first stumbled upon us in the kitchen. There was a certain type of darkness clinging to her skin, a sadness hidden in the depths of her irises. I could kill her dads for the hurt they caused when they left her all those years ago, but right now, all I care about is the way her eyes flick to mine and the small smile tugging at her lips.
She’s not sad now.
The water bobs away from her body, caressing over the soft curves of her breasts, which are pressed together in her swimsuit. She shivers.
The water isn’t that cold... I squeeze her hand again and tug her toward me. The gasp that leaves her lips goes straight to my balls. My cock stirs to life, and I grind my teeth together, still bringing her closer until we’re nearly chest to chest.
This is a bad decision. But nothing tempts me more than trouble, and my stepsister is full of it.
“Dylan?” The question in her voice is so delicate, so vulnerable. So omega.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to hear her saying my name while I slam my cock inside of her.
“Scared, Quinn?”
She dashes her tongue across her plump lips and searches my face. For a second, I believe we’re both thinking the same thing, acknowledging what should never be acknowledged, but then she laughs and shakes her head.
“Scared of you? Never.”
I tug her hand, forcing her body against mine. She screams right as a wave hits us, and I band my arms around her, crushing her tits to my chest and placing my palm at the bottom of her back, feeling what it would be like to hold her for a fleeting moment. To my surprise, she doesn’t fight me. Her legs wrap around my waist, and our centers line up.
The water rolls over us, carrying us forward, and her body tenses. From the ocean or from the realization that I’m hard, I don’t know. We come up for air and the fantasy ends. Quinn rips herself from my arms, like she’d merely been waiting for the right time, and backs away. The look on her face is confusing.
Almost pained.
“Quinn—”
“Dylan!”
Both of us turn to see Brady standing ankle deep in the water, scowling at me. What else is new? My mood immediately darkens and my cock slowly deflates. I glance at Quinn one last time, taking in the way her lips pinch and how much distance she’s put between us.
Fuck.
“Enjoy the water,” I tell her with a smirk, pretending like her reaction doesn’t bother me. Leaving her in the water goes against everything I want to do. I want her against my body again. I want her cunt pressed against my cock and I want?—
She’s my stepsister.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Brady takes a breath, and even though it’s as simple as his body drawing in air, I can hear the frustration, practically sense the anger he’s trying to hold back. My entire body tenses, and I stop before him, water dripping from my hair and into my eyes.
I push the wet strands away from my forehead. “What?”
He stares at me for another second, really letting his irritation sink into my skin before he says, “What were you doing out there?”
“Enjoying the water.” Water hits my calves, and I turn, checking on Quinn, who breaks the surface with a harsh gasp, almost like the wave caught her by surprise, before facing my brother again.
“Don’t touch her.”
I arch an eyebrow. “I’m not sure why you think you have any right to tell me what to do.”
“I’m serious, Dylan. She’s our stepsister.”
“You think I don’t know that?” I shake my head. “It’s not like I was rutting her, Brady. I was just holding her hand.”
