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Authors: I. Scarlet
We were both college athletes, so we took a few minutes to stretch and warm up. Watching Cali move I was surprised at what great shape she was in. Not bulging muscles like so many other girls had when they excelled in sports on the collegiate level. But she was tight.
And tight was sexy as hell.
I might have been watching her a little too closely—there might have been some drool and my mouth might well have been standing open.
When Cali noticed this she stopped right beside me and smiled the smile of the victorious.
I bit my lip and tried to recover. If I didn’t stop staring at Cali’s assets, she’d smoke me… and losing to my little sister at basketball was something that was
never
going to happen.
Ever.
“Warmed up enough, princess?”
This time Cali didn’t so much as blink. It was as if I hadn’t said anything.
Instead, she turned toward the basketball hoop and casually threw the ball.
The ball sailed through the air and swished into the basket, nothing but net.
And then I realized where we were standing. If this was a regulation court, that would have been a half-court shot.
Cali had a half-court shot?
“No shit…” my voice was steeped in awe.
Cali shrugged as she jogged backward toward the garage and the ball. “I told you I’d improved.”
Improved?
That was the understatement of the year.
Guys on my team… hell, freaking NBA players didn’t try that shot often, being more interested in preserving their field goal stats than trying to make three more points for their team.
I was pretty sure I wouldn’t make one either if I tried—which I had, at least ten times when I was alone, practicing late at night on the court.
Belatedly, I ran after her. She’d already sunk an easy layup.
“Does your coach know about this?”
Cali stopped, catching the ball in her hands and giving it a hard, intense look.
I didn’t like that look. It meant something was wrong.
“Coach Leeds retired suddenly, health problems. Our new coach, Coach Pratt is… he’s different. Hard to talk to… I get nervous around him, and…” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I really don’t want to talk about that right now.”
Okay, I really wanted to talk with this Coach Pratt. I wanted to set him straight on how he talked to my sister.
Next thing I knew something hit me hard in the gut. I barely caught the basketball before it fell to the ground. I looked up and Cali was smiling wickedly at me.
“I thought you wanted to play some ball.”
All right. “You’re on!”
I raced across the court and blew on past her, scoring my own layup.
“Now we’ll see how
good
you—” And right there and then Cali lunged in and snagged the ball away from me. I chased her down but wasn’t even close when she sank a three point shot, nothing but net.
Shiiit…
She was making me look like a chump.
And for some reason that was making me really happy… and sort of turned on.
Twisted…
Okay, dumbass. Save the pride and the hard-on for later. Right now you need to step up and reclaim your court!
She passed me the ball and I faked to the left, but spun and used my longer legs to run out of her range and then let loose with my own three point shot.
It hit, teetered on the edge of the hoop for an infuriating moment, but then dropped through.
Shaky…
real
shaky.
I took a deep breath and passed the ball to Cali.
She slowed things down, moving in an orbit about twenty feet from the hoop. She was teasing me, I could tell from the shit eating grin on her sexy lips, and that she could have easily hit a shot from anywhere on that arc.
Damn it all to hell, but I didn’t fall for her bait, and the fucking second I went after her she shot right at me, and with a tricky, last second feint in the opposite direction, she sped past me and right to the hoop, jumping up and slam dunking the ball like she was Kobe himself.
Damn, damn, double damn…
“Looks like I should have gone to that basketball camp myself.”
She smiled like a freaking superstar.
Mesmerizing.
“Tamika was great, and so was her coach.” She bit her lip, and all I wanted to do was take her in my arms and kiss the ever loving shit out of her. “Thanks by the way, for making sure dad got me something that amazing. She Skypes with some of us, and posts special YouTube tutorials too.”
Okay, now I was officially jealous.
“It was that or a new car. He didn’t want to spend quite that much, but I still think your old POS is a death-trap in disguise.”
Cali scowled. “There’s nothing wrong with my car.”
“That
heap’s
got four bald tires, an engine that needs a tune up, and I’m pretty sure your front left strut is about to let go.”
“All those things I’ll get fixed,” she sounded defensive. “But I paid for that
heap,
with money I earned working part time jobs. How much of your little sports car did you earn, Joshy?”
Oh, that was low.
And it was true.
I had never had a part time job. Dad made great money, and since my grades were good, and basketball seemed my calling, he’d had no problem paying for everything I’d needed… or wanted.
I opened my mouth to say something scathing back, but…
I just shut my mouth and held up my hands. She had me.
Cali smiled victoriously as she passed me the ball,
hard
.
Alright, then. No holding back.
Un-fucking-believable!
I’m a collegiate level starter for freaking Duke… and my younger sister just mopped the court with me.
Seriously…
We were both drenched with sweat, breathing like we’d run a freaking marathon—and hell, I’d unleashed my goddamn A-game, and I still got beat.
Beat.
By my little sister.
Part of me was about to weep at the shame of it all. Thanking god or whoever that none of my buddies or teammates saw what had just happened.
But the other part of me, the part that wanted to grab her and pull to me, and kiss, kiss, kiss her until there wasn’t anything else in the entire world but us… well, that part was so flipping proud I could barely keep it contained.
Cali was a freaking phenomenon. She’d taken what she’d learned at the basketball camp and just went with it, right past me to the next level…
If I were honest, she was a couple levels above me now.
And she was just a freshmen!
Good lord.
Cali dribbled around the court and caught my eye, smiling, and then just stood, the ball held carelessly against her hip. The wind had picked up, and it made the wisps of hair around her face fly in all directions.
As if she could read my mind she reached up and pulled the hairband from her ponytail and gave her head a shake, letting that honey blonde mane of hers free, the wind catching it and tossing it around like she was in a music video.
I gulped.
I got so damn hard.
“What’s wrong,
old man
,” her eyes sparkled with glee as she poked fun at the two years older I was than her. “You too tired to finish this up?”
I heard distant thunder. Or maybe it was someone’s shitty old car backfiring?
Okay, I could play like that.
“I don’t know,
princess
… maybe you just can’t close this win.”
“Really?” Her eyes drew down into slits.
“Sure, they call it
choking
in the big leagues, but since we’re both technically still in the college leagues, it’s referred to as not being able to close, or no follow through.”
Cali started toward me, her expression cool, but her eyes blazing.
“I’ll give you something to choke on.”
I used my superior height and width to block the move she was trying for.
“That’s my line, princess.”
More thunder, sounding closer, and the wind had picked up again.
One second she was in front of me, the next she spun and shot past me to the left. Before I even got turned around I heard the ball bounce off the backboard of the hoop, as she sank an easy layup.
She caught the ball and stood there looking at me, those goddamn gorgeous blue eyes, bluer than any sky I’d ever seen. She smiled, radiating joy like the sun gives off light. And then she bit her lips, her eyes touching places on me, and then gliding back up to lock stares with me.
Oh Christ, the way she looked at me, the heat in that stare.
I crossed the court, stopping only when I was within a few inches of her.
She let the ball fall to the ground, her eyes locked with mine as it bounced twice and rolled off.
“Fuck Cali…” I was breathless, just standing there, staring down at the most beautiful girl in the world. “I…”
I had no more words. My mind was a cacophony of words, commands—my inner whatever’s were going nuts, all wanting me to do something.
Kiss her!
Grab her!
Fuck her!
Love her…
Love her.
Oh shit, that was the one that burst the goddamn dam, so to speak.
I reached out and grabbed her head with both hands, pulling her face to mine, her lips to my lips, until we were kissing.
Kiss, kiss, kissing.
Kissing deep, kissing wet, kissing desperate.
Yeah, that’s how it felt kissing Cali. Like I was desperate for another kiss. As if any second she would come to her senses and push me away, telling me no. Not ever again.
But with every second, every heart beat the kiss became stronger, deeper, so much more than any kiss had ever been.
I was kissing Cali.
I had my hand on Cali’s long, elegant neck, holding her so I could kiss her deeper and deeper.
God, she tasted so fucking good! Like strawberries and sugar. So sweet it was like a drug.
My other hand was on her ass, that sweet, tight, exquisite little ass, pulling her tight to me, so her navel was pressed against my hard cock.
She sighed into my mouth, slowly licking up into me, tasting me as if I were a favorite dessert.
I heard thunder again, and it was close.
I pulled my lips reluctantly from hers and opened my eyes.
The world had turned dark, the skies filled with storm clouds… and it was raining.
When had it started raining?
We were both soaked, standing there wrapped up in each other’s arms.
I saw lightning flicker in the distance. I looked down into Cali’s eyes and saw her hunger for me. She reached up and pulled my head down to her level again, pulling me into a feverish, hellishly hot kiss.
Her hands slid down the wet material of my t-shirt, then slid down my lower back, and then very deliberately they grabbed a hold of my ass, squeezing, and pulling me against her just like I had done to her moments before.
Lightning flashed so close I could practically feel the heat. Thunder boomed an instant later.
Dear god, Cali looked up at me with no fear at all in her eyes, only heat and lust and need.
I pulled her to me, our lips meeting for another mind blowing, reality fucking kiss, as I scooped her up by her ass and started walking towards the side door of the house. A few moments later I deposited her dripping wet bottom on the counter of the kitchen’s floating island.
Her legs were still wrapped around my hips, and she would not let go.
Not that I was complaining. I was so into our kiss a freaking hurricane could rip the roof off the house and I don’t think I would have even noticed.
All I wanted was Cali. And right now, in this very moment, I had her.
In my arms, the taste of her in my mouth, her sweet, hot breath filling me, her legs wrapped around me.
I was so hard, I could have driven my cock right through a brick wall.
Seriously.
I had been fantasizing about Cali for two goddamn years. I’d been stewing for months, counting down the days, the freaking hours until I could see her again…
And now she was all mine.
I couldn’t wait another fucking minute.
I pulled off my shirt, and kissed her again, my hands pulling at the wet fabric of her pants. I had to get her naked… I had to get her naked now.
She gasped as I pulled her pants down from her hips, then on down off her long, sexy legs.
I stood back up and kissed her again…
Fuck me if I couldn’t get enough of her lips, her mouth.
I took hold of the bottom of her tank top and ripped it up off over her head, making that tangle of wet hair fall all over her smooth, beautiful shoulders.
I fell into her lips again, my hands holding her shoulders possessively, and then sliding down her long, strong arms, still so slender, so very, very girlish.
No, not girl.
Woman.
I was kissing a woman.
I was kissing the woman I loved.
I kissed my way down her throat, down her collarbone until I was headed for her tits.
Dear sweet lord she had great tits.
Round, soft, and they seemed to be getting bigger the more I kissed them.
Oh yeah, Cali had great tits.
I undid the clasp in the back, and her bra slid down in front, doing a slow motion reveal of what had been covered, the creamy whiteness, the full softness, the dime sized, perfect pink nipples.
I licked one, and then took it into my mouth, sucking on it, savoring the soft pink flesh as it hardened under my tongue.
Cali moaned. It was the sweetest, hottest sound I’d ever heard. Made my cock pulse in my pants like I was ready to cum already.
I let go of her nipple and started kissing and licking my way down her ribs, and then down the gentle curve of her stomach.
I was headed right on down to between her legs, where I was going to peel off those pesky panties, when Cali’s body tightened and she said the unthinkable…
Something that stopped my kisses and licks in their tracks.
“Joshua… I’m a virgin.”
***The End***
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Playlist:
STEPBROTHER Love 1
Ugly Heart, G.R.L
Bad Blood, Taylor Swift
Jealous, Nick Jonas
Earned It, The Weeknd
Photograph, Ed Sheeran
Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing, Chris Isaac
Here with Me, Dido
Mean, Taylor Swift
Simply Irresistible, Robert Palmer
Never Tear Us Apart, INXS
Walking on Broken Glass, Annie Lennox
I Touch Myself, Divinyls
Bad Romance, Lady Gaga
The Woman in Me, Shania Twain
Long Time Gone, Dixie Chicks
Crushin’ It, Brad Paisley
Rude, Magic!
Wake Me Up, Avicii
Titanium, David Guetta (ft-Sia)
Cry Me a River, Justin Timberlake
No One, Alicia Keys
If I Were a Boy,
Beyoncé
Bang Bang, Jessie J, Ariana Grande, Nicki Minaj
It’s My Life, Bon Jovi
Just a Girl, No Doubt
I would like to thank: Willis Carrier for inventing air conditioning; Forest Mars Sr. for creating the now amazing and ever superior
M&M
; Hubert Hansen and his three sons for starting the company now known as Monster Beverage Corporation (MNST), specifically for their Monster Rehab Rojo Tea;
and Hans Riegel for inventing gummy candy, most notably the first gummy bear. Without all of these I could never have been able to write this book.
Thanks also to H.M. Ward, Deborah Bladon, Sarah Fawkes, Kelly Favor, Abbi Glines, and Mia Clark for paving the way and being awesome/inspiring.
And a special thank you to my editor,
Stephanie Lott.
