Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 590 – S*ex On The Counter (Beatrice)
“Um! I’ve never comforted a girl before, so if you could just calm yourself,” Zane seemed to suddenly panic when he saw me crying in the middle of the party he was hosting for his parents.
“I don’t know why your brother did that to me. I don’t even know why your siblings hate me so much,” I covered my face with my hands while he quickly led me to the side, pulling me into the kitchen. I uncovered my face completely and sniffled.
“How did I get here?” I frowned and noticed him starting to laugh.
“Even when you’re crying–” he shook his head, “Okay, don’t start crying again. I know what happened was terrible, and my brother is an a*sshole for doing that to you. But-when I say this, I speak for myself, I have no problem with you,” he suddenly held my hand to prevent me from covering my face again.
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“Really? Then why did you throw me in the trash can and sit on top of it?” I hissed at him, reminding him that he wasn’t a saint either.
They’ve been on my back ever since they arrived, as if they were so bored in this town that they found amusement in bullying me.
“Oh, that,” he scratched the back of his neck.
“But I never insulted you in public,” he shrugged and smiled as if I should thank him for that.
“I should go home now,” I sighed, trying to pass him, but he blocked my way. I raised my head to look at him, my eyes suggesting that I didn’t like what he was up to.
“Listen! You came here to have fun, and I think it’s unfair that you’re leaving with tears in your eyes,” his voice was comforting, but more importantly, it was the way he gazed into my eyes that made me lower my gaze.
“I’m fine. I had fun–,” before I could finish, I saw him roll his eyes.
“You danced with Ronnie and my brother. You call that fun?” the change in his tone made me raise my brow.
Okay! So what do you suggest I should do for fun?” I crossed my arms over my c*hest and tilted my head, watching him smile at me.
“Dance with me,” he shyly requested, his hands in his pockets. For a moment, I just watched him blush before shaking my head, causing his smile to disappear.
“No, thank you,” I said, attempting to get past him as he blocked my path again.
“Hey! Just one dance?” he asked.
“Nobody is even dancing anymore,” I craned my neck to look over his shoulder and remarked. The music was still playing, but nobody was on the dance floor. They were making their way to the dining hall to start feasting now.
“Dance with me here,” he tapped the counter, suggesting we dance around the kitchen like lunatics.
“Um! Here?” I frowned.
“Why not?” he sighed.
“I don’t know,” I shook my head, deciding that I didn’t want to dance in the kitchen.
“Then how about on the road outside?” he suggested, causing my eyes to widen.
“Are you crazy or what?” I pushed him, trying to walk away, but he held my hand and pulled me back, wrapping his arm around my body and holding my other hand as he started rocking his body against mine.
“I don’t know, it’s weird because–” I mumbled awkwardly, noticing how my body was following his lead now.
“Just because there is no one else dancing?” he smiled, continuing to dance around the counter.
“Because it’s odd,” I laughed but didn’t stop dancing.
“It’s not. If people can hook up on the counter, why can’t they dance around the kitchen?” he suggested with a shrug, quickly turning me around. I thought I would trip, but his hold around my waist was firm.
Who makes love on the counters? Those are just in the movies,” I rolled my eyes at him.
“Um, no! Have you never been in a relationship where you danced with your partner as he cooked something for you?” he asked, and I shook my head vigorously.
“Ouch! Boring!” he commented, dropping me over his arm and then helping me up to dance again.
“Okay! Then have you and any of your exes ever had s*ex on the counter before?” he inquired, and I shook my head once again.
“What the—tell me there is anything fun you did with your ex?” he questioned with a judgmental look on his face. I smiled awkwardly before I pouted and uttered,”
I have never dated anyone before.”
The minute he heard my confession, I noticed his grip around my hand t*ightened.
“Never?” he asked as he lowered his head into my ear.
“Never!” I confirmed, and noticed he picked me up to put my feet on his shoes.
Now his body was moving, carrying me around while he had his face in my neck. The environment suddenly changed. Where he had been playfully dancing around with me, now he was seductively breathing in my ear.
“Has no one ever piqued your interest?” he whispered into my ear.
“I think it was always the other way around,” I managed to answer him. It was unlike me to have a feeling like this back to back with two different guys.
First, Helel and now him.
I wouldn’t usually do anything like that, but these brothers seemed irresistible.
“I don’t believe it. There is no way someone stared into these blue eyes and not thought about making you his,” he pulled away his head so that he could stare deeply into my eyes and utter those words.
I gulped, trying to resist the urge to stare at his l*ips. But when his eyes dropped to mine, I felt a little freedom to stare at his.
We stared and danced, but our movements slowed down now. It was as if we were only here to k*iss each other.
And then he did it.
He pressed his l*ips against mine so hard that a little m*oan escaped my m*outh into his.