Stepbrother WHOA! (The Stepbrother Romance Series #5) by Claire Adams Page B
Authors: Claire Adams
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couldn’t be
sure if there were more than a couple of spots on his body that my mouth didn’t
eventually find, that I didn’t eventually kiss, suck, or lick, while we tumbled
among the covers. He took me from behind, he pulled me on top of him and I rode
him, we seemed to be able to go on and on, switching positions, trying out
everything we could think of with the golden opportunity we’d been given. After
all, we’d already gone back on our agreement not to treat each other as
anything other than brother and sister—what was the point in stopping now?
While we were lying around, barely able to keep our
hands off of each other, I realized I didn’t have any classes for the rest of
the day. “Oh, hey—Jaxon, do you have classes?” Jaxon smiled slowly.
“Nope. Free for the rest of the day.” I curled up
close to him, kissing along the line of his throat.
“Why don’t we grab some lunch—because I am
starving—and then we can hit the slopes.” Jaxon’s eyes lit up.
“You know,” he said, cupping my breast and giving it
a squeeze. “I was watching you the other day at the tournament, and I was
thinking there were some tweaks you could make to your tricks—get higher points
next time and maybe even take home the gold.” For a moment I bristled; the
confident tone of Jaxon’s voice and his insistence that he could help me get
better made me feel instinctively defensive. But I couldn’t help but admit to
myself that he was much better than me. He had been incredibly impressive on
the slopes—both at the tournament and when we’d been just on the mountain
fooling around.
“I guess it can’t hurt,” I said, nuzzling against
Jaxon’s chest. “But lunch first. There’s no way I won’t end up face planting of
I don’t get some food in me.” Jaxon laughed.
“Especially after all that cardio you just did.”
I hurried over to my dorm and grabbed my gear,
dressing warmly for the snowy conditions on the mountain we were going to. The
good thing about the season was that we could actually practice on real slopes
instead of in the practice warehouse on the artificial slope. It would be even
better to get some worthwhile time to go over my tricks, and maybe Jaxon really
could give me some advice.
Jaxon met me at the parking lot, and I loaded my
stuff into his car. I felt tingly all over; Jaxon had gotten me off two or
three times that morning while we had been lying in bed together, and I was
always excited to go boarding. “Where do you want to grab lunch?” Jaxon asked
as he pulled away, heading off campus. I shrugged.
“That chili place maybe? Or maybe El Luchador —I think they have a special on tacos.” We chatted
as we made our way across the sleepy town and grabbed a quick bite; still,
neither of us wanted to discuss the issue of our parents. Instead we talked
about everything else. Jaxon told me about how he had trained, and we compared
techniques.
“You know, I’m still in touch with my cross-training
guy; maybe he could suggest some workouts for you in the gym. Shake things up a
bit.” I was intrigued in spite of myself—and I agreed to hit the guy up.
It was a beautiful day, and I was, for once in the
past several weeks, at ease. It would be a fun day out on the slopes, and
getting some advice from a guy as good as Jaxon at competing would add to that.
Best of all, for the moment at least I didn’t have to think about keeping him
out of my mind. It would all change soon enough, I knew, but for the moment I
was just glad for the break, glad to be with him without having to hold back or
try and think about something else. I could tell Jaxon was in his element
too—the snow on the ground, the prospect of great conditions on the mountain, a
day free from classes and all of the stress of homework and studying was just
what we both needed, and something that neither of us had really gotten even
during winter break. We’d been so wrapped up in avoiding each other, and
everything
sure if there were more than a couple of spots on his body that my mouth didn’t
eventually find, that I didn’t eventually kiss, suck, or lick, while we tumbled
among the covers. He took me from behind, he pulled me on top of him and I rode
him, we seemed to be able to go on and on, switching positions, trying out
everything we could think of with the golden opportunity we’d been given. After
all, we’d already gone back on our agreement not to treat each other as
anything other than brother and sister—what was the point in stopping now?
While we were lying around, barely able to keep our
hands off of each other, I realized I didn’t have any classes for the rest of
the day. “Oh, hey—Jaxon, do you have classes?” Jaxon smiled slowly.
“Nope. Free for the rest of the day.” I curled up
close to him, kissing along the line of his throat.
“Why don’t we grab some lunch—because I am
starving—and then we can hit the slopes.” Jaxon’s eyes lit up.
“You know,” he said, cupping my breast and giving it
a squeeze. “I was watching you the other day at the tournament, and I was
thinking there were some tweaks you could make to your tricks—get higher points
next time and maybe even take home the gold.” For a moment I bristled; the
confident tone of Jaxon’s voice and his insistence that he could help me get
better made me feel instinctively defensive. But I couldn’t help but admit to
myself that he was much better than me. He had been incredibly impressive on
the slopes—both at the tournament and when we’d been just on the mountain
fooling around.
“I guess it can’t hurt,” I said, nuzzling against
Jaxon’s chest. “But lunch first. There’s no way I won’t end up face planting of
I don’t get some food in me.” Jaxon laughed.
“Especially after all that cardio you just did.”
I hurried over to my dorm and grabbed my gear,
dressing warmly for the snowy conditions on the mountain we were going to. The
good thing about the season was that we could actually practice on real slopes
instead of in the practice warehouse on the artificial slope. It would be even
better to get some worthwhile time to go over my tricks, and maybe Jaxon really
could give me some advice.
Jaxon met me at the parking lot, and I loaded my
stuff into his car. I felt tingly all over; Jaxon had gotten me off two or
three times that morning while we had been lying in bed together, and I was
always excited to go boarding. “Where do you want to grab lunch?” Jaxon asked
as he pulled away, heading off campus. I shrugged.
“That chili place maybe? Or maybe El Luchador —I think they have a special on tacos.” We chatted
as we made our way across the sleepy town and grabbed a quick bite; still,
neither of us wanted to discuss the issue of our parents. Instead we talked
about everything else. Jaxon told me about how he had trained, and we compared
techniques.
“You know, I’m still in touch with my cross-training
guy; maybe he could suggest some workouts for you in the gym. Shake things up a
bit.” I was intrigued in spite of myself—and I agreed to hit the guy up.
It was a beautiful day, and I was, for once in the
past several weeks, at ease. It would be a fun day out on the slopes, and
getting some advice from a guy as good as Jaxon at competing would add to that.
Best of all, for the moment at least I didn’t have to think about keeping him
out of my mind. It would all change soon enough, I knew, but for the moment I
was just glad for the break, glad to be with him without having to hold back or
try and think about something else. I could tell Jaxon was in his element
too—the snow on the ground, the prospect of great conditions on the mountain, a
day free from classes and all of the stress of homework and studying was just
what we both needed, and something that neither of us had really gotten even
during winter break. We’d been so wrapped up in avoiding each other, and
everything
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