STEPBROTHER (R-18) novel Chapter 39

Scarlett's POV

A deep groan rips from his lips, and you cum endlessly around him, his name a chant on your lips until he swells inside of you, and you feel him fill you deeply. You're overcome with emotions from his orgasm, and those three forbidden words are restless on your tongue.

"I love you..."

His hands cinch your waist tightly as he holds you down onto him until he no longer twitches inside of you and you feel him press his lips against your head. You pull your head back from his neck, and stare behind hooded eyes, nervously as his eyes roam your face.

"Say it again"

"I love you"

Your face warms with embarrassment as he caresses your face gently.

"God, that's fucking amazing"

"Oh really?"

You reach up towards his face, fingers gently grazing the bruises along his jaw. He winces, and catches your wrist, bringing your fingers to his lips to place a kiss.

"Mhm"

"Don't get too comfortable"

You giggle in his grasp as he quirks a brow.

"And why is that?"

"Just because I admitted that, doesn't mean I'm going to act any different. So as unagreeable as I am now, that's not going to change"

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to him as his head is pressed against your stomach as a deep chuckle rumbles in his chest.

"Good. That's what makes it fun. I wouldn't want it any other way"

"I'll hold you to that"

"Do it"

You grin, shaking your head as you climb back into the drivers seat, straightening your skirt before you turn the key in the ignition again. He sighs when you pull back into the street, heading back to your house.

"Its so easy to forget with you"

I know exactly what he means... for a second I forgot about everything. The whole fucking fight. All of it. I just hope Rick isn't dead. Can't undo something like that.

You smooth your hand over your hair, and nod.

"Yeah I know the feeling"

"I just uh, wish I could escape the bullshit. Honestly. Move away"

"Why don't you? Finish college, anal move away?"

A sardonic laugh leaves his lips and he rubs the back of his neck as he averts his gaze out the window. You don't know why he's avoiding the subject, but your curiosity sets in, and you breach the subject anyways.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to talk about it"

"About what? Is something wrong with school?"

"Well other than the fact I dropped out?"

Oh god... he dropped out?

"You dropped out? Why?"

He shakes his head, and as you pull up out front of the house, he hops out of the car quickly before you've even had a chance to park it. You climb out quickly and call after him.

"Oliver! Oliver, wait! Why did you drop out?

You reach him before he gets to the front door, grabbing his arm. You expect him to yank his arm out of your grasp, but he just halts. You frown, and release him, stepping around him with concern lining your brows.

All of this has been fucking with him...

"Just wait a second"

"I really don't want to talk about it right now, Scarlett"

"Fine. Fine. Whatever. Just keep it bottled up inside like you like to do"

"Yup. I will, thanks"

He huffs frustratedly as he reaches for the doorknob, and pushes open the door, only to be met with the fury of your mom.

"Where the hell have you been?"

She rushes at you two, her hands on her hips as she glances back and fourth between you.

"Your father just called me in a frenzy. What the hell happened? And we still have a lot to talk about!"

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you feel a headache forming. Your mothers not the one to utilise boundaries. That's probably why you pry so much when it comes to Oliver, but right now, at the full force off her interrogation, you realise just how annoying it is.

"Mom, stop!"

"Excuse me? Do not tell me to stop. I get a call from kirk saying Oliver's been in a fight. You're having sex under my roof... the damn list goes on!"

"Its not like that. Oliver's moms boyfriend put her in the damn hospital!"

Your raised voice hushes her for a moment. She nibbles anxiously on her lip as she settles her gaze on Oliver who looks completely fed up with it all. He shoves his hands in his pockets, and raises an expectant brow.

"Is that true?"

"Uh huh"

"Well... why didn't your father know?"

Oliver scoffs and rolls his eyes, causing your mom to narrow her eyes at him.

"Well. He's not too keen on giving a shit about her as of late. Don't blame him though"

Oliver shrugs and begins walking down the hallway despite your mother's protest.

"Oliver! Get back here!"

He waves a taunting hand at her, before he disappears down the hall and she snaps her cold expression at you.

"What the hell is going on?"

"I really don't want to talk about his now... I have to go check on him"

"No. No. You're gonna stay right here and explain yourself. You've been having sex with Oliver?"

God, now would be a great time to die to avoid this damn conversation.

"Well, I figured we already confirmed that earlier"

"Enough of the damn attitude"

"What do you want me to stay? I'm eighteen years old... sorry to burst your damn bubble, but I'm an adult. I make my own decisions. Not you"

"Scarlett, when you are living under my roof-"

"Don't worry... I wont be soon!"

You groan and shove past her, stalking off in the direction Oliver has gone.

"You're not off the hook! When kirk gets here you will be explaining yourself!"

Kirk's too busy dealing with the nightmare back at Oliver's mom's house so I'm sure we have plenty of damn time.

When you get to the bathroom, you hear the familiar voice of Oliver cursing. You don't knock. Instead, you reach for the doorknob and enter the bathroom, frowning when you see him cringing while sitting atop the closed lid of the toilet.

"Jesus... you're bleeding. What happened?"

"Guess punching the mirror proves more dangerous than my mom's boyfriend"

At the mention of the mirror, your eyes drift to the shattered remnants of the mirror perched on the wall.

He punched the damn wall?

"What the hell did you do that for?"

His mouth pulls upward into a lazy grin, and its as if he's the cocky asshole who's smarted his way into your pants again.

"Oh, you know hell well I handle emotions"

Fucking eh... is he for real?

A soft chuckle leaves your lips and you shake your head at him as you reach for his hand, cradling it carefully in yours as you assess the damage.

"Well, it may need stitches. It's pretty deep"

He shakes his head.

"Nope. Glue it"

You gasp, and glare at him. Just as you open your mouth to reply snidely, commotion from down the hall draws your attention.

"What the hell?"

You release his hand, muttering an apology when he inhales a sharp, pained breath as you head out into the hallway.

"Oh god... no"

You head quickly away from the bathroom as you spot a policeman standing in the house, your mother guiding them with a pointed finger in your direction.

"Uh, what the hell is going on?"

"Scarlett, you need to let these men so what they came here to do"

You position yourself in front of your mother and the cops, and place your hands firmly on your hips while shaking your head.

"And what the hell is that exactly?"

"They are here for Oliver"

"No... he's not here. He's out"

"What the hell is going on?"

Your eyes flutter closed with frustration when he emerges from the bathroom. His hand is leaking blood onto the floor. He ignores it as he steps forward, fists down at his sides. You place a hand on Oliver's shoulder.

"Like I said, Oliver isn't here"

"That's him"

"Mom? What the hell?"

"Scarlett... let me go. Its fine"

"Its fucking not fine"

"It'll be alright"

You blink back tears as you feel their familiar sting as they pool in your eyes. You don't budge, keeping your hand firmly on his shoulder, until he twists, and captures your wrist in his hand.

I cannot believe this is fucking happening... Oliver is just protecting his mom, and yet he gets into trouble. Not the asshole who almost killed her.

"No"

"Scarlett. Stop"

He reaches up and cups your chin, wide eyes searching yours ass his gaze softens and he lowers his lips to yours. Your whine melts away when he kisses you, as does the world. Oliver consumes each soft protest with his tongue, before he's pulled away quickly.

No! This is fucking awful.

"He didn't do anything wrong!"

You cover your mouth with your hand as they apprehend him roughly. He winces when they cuff him, and it takes everything in you not to throw yourself at him to keep him here.

"You're under arrest..."