BAD HEART: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 2) (7 page)

One puts their hand on their gun
and nods.
“
Do it, asshole.
Throw a fucking punch at me.
”

I look at the other cop. His hand
it clamped to my left wrist.
“
Are
you serious?
”

“
Turn
around,
”
he says.

“
The
guy attacked me,
”
I say.
“
What am I supposed to do?
”

“
Shut
up,
”
the cop says.

He slaps a set of cuffs on me.

Gary is groaning and slowly starting
to sit up. He looks dazed as blood runs out of his nose, a cut on above his
left eye, and his lip. His mouth is moving, but he
’
s not even really here right now. Drunk and beat
up, he
’
ll wake up tomorrow
and look in the mirror and realize he got his ass kicked.

But I
’
m
the one who got arrested for it.

Fuck.

The cops lead me out of the bar.
People start to clap and call out at me.

Nice fight! Way to go! Enjoy the
rest of your night!

I put my head down as I
’
m led out of the bar. I
’
m thrown into the back of a cop
car, lights flashing, like I
’
m
some kind of goddamn criminal.

I grit my teeth and shake my head.

What a fucking night.

__

6.

(Jade)

I open the bathroom door and
Jake grabs me. He pulls me right in, shuts the door, and locks it. His hands grab
my face and he kisses me.

What a fucking hot kiss.

So much better than my first
kiss with Hunter.

I beg myself not to think of
Hunter right now. It
’
s
weird. And it
’
s
stupid.

Jake keeps kissing -
harder,
faster.

Yes
…
yes
…

His hands touch my breasts.
Cupping over my dress. He pushes me away and takes his hands away.

“
Fuck,
sweetie,
”
he
growls.
“
I
’
m never waiting again for
that.
”

“
Jake,
we have a deal.
”

“
Fuck
our deal.
”

I swallow hard and feel my heart
ready to explode.
“
You
’
re drunk.
”

“
Yeah.
”

“
We
should talk
…”

“
No.
I
’
m here to
fuck. You
’
re
here to get fucked.
”

“
Everyone
is
…
so close
,
”
I say.

“
I
don
’
t care,
”
Jake says.
“
Turn around and face the
sink.
”

I hesitate and look at the door.

Jake
’
s hands return to my
breasts. He cups them tight and pulls at me. Pulling me by my fucking breasts.
It kind of
hurts, but
it
’
s
so fucking hot.

I
’
m completely turned on and completely lost
in Jake.

I can
’
t help myself. I
’
m the good girl who doesn
’
t do drugs
…
but Jake is a drug. My
drug. My addiction.

“
If
you don
’
t listen
to me, I
’
m
going to bust into that fucking dinner,
”
he says.

“
You
wouldn
’
t,
”
I say.

“
Want
to try me?
”
He grins.
“
What
are you so fucking afraid of? Look me in the eyes and tell me you don
’
t want it.
”

I try to look into his eyes and
seem sincere. I try to lie to him. I try to get the words
…
to tell him I don
’
t want it. That we need
to stick to our deal. That what happened before can never happen again.

Instead, I slowly turn.
I
face the sink, looking over my shoulder as he steps up behind me. His hand
lifts my skirt. His fingers touch along the lines of my panties, grazing my ass
up to my hip.

“
I
hate and love these panties,
”
he says.
“
You
act like you
’
r
e
afraid of your own body. I
t fucking turns me on, Jade.
”

Jade.

He said my name.

He always calls me
‘
sweetie.
’

His hand touches my ass,
cupping. His fingers touch down and around, pressing against my center. His
thumb cuts between my cheeks, pressing over my panties, making me jump.

“
Jake,
”
I whisper.

“
What?
”

“
I
don
’
t have
time,
”
I say.
“
How long can
I be in here before they notice?
”

“
As
long as I want you in here,
”
he says.

Even the reflection of his eyes
in the mirror
is
intense.

I open my mouth to argue with
him. He
’
s
drunk and doesn
’
t
have any common sense right now. If we ever got caught
…

His fingers pull at my panties.
He peels them away from my body. Two fingers touch my center, pressing,
massaging. I
’
m
already soaking wet and it feels so fucking good.

I stand up and press back
against Jake. His body feels so good. Like we
’
re meant to be like this.

His fingertips slip into my
pussy and I groan. I turn my head and look up at him. His eyes are beautiful
and wild.

And when he kisses me then
…

My phone is ringing.

I open my eyes and want to scream.

A perfectly hot dream-slash-memory
going to waste.

I try to turn and feel a little
mess between my legs. The warm and wet uncomfortable feeling down there, all
because of something that happened with Jake.

I reach for my phone and it
’
s a number I don
’
t know.

My clock tells me it
’
s close to two in the morning.

“
What
the hell
…”

I
’
m
half tempted to just ignore the call but my instincts tell me to take it.

Just in case something is wrong.

I answer the phone and I hear a
scrambled voice yell,
“
Jade!
It
’
s me. Don
’
t hang up. I
’
m in trouble.
”

It
’
s Jake
’
s
voice.

“
Jake?
”
I ask.

“
Yeah,
sweetie, it
’
s me.
”

“
What
’
s
…”

“
I
got arrested.
”

“
What?
”

“
You
heard what I fucking said. A dumb bar fight thing, okay? Listen to me. They
’
re willing to let me out if I
can get a ride. There
’
s
people out front wanting to get my picture. Apparently I
’
m important enough now to get attention because of
our parents.
”

Our parents.

Gosh, that makes me cringe so bad,
considering the dream I was just having.

I
’
m
still processing everything. From dream to reality.

“
You
’
re at the police station?
”
I ask.

“
Yes,
”
Jake says.
“
I need someone to come pick me
up. I need to go out the back. They want me out of here to get the press away.
”

“
For
a fight
…”

“
Jade,
we can talk about this later. Can you come get me? If not, they
’
re going to transfer me. So nobody
can get to me then.
”

“
I
’
m on my way,
”
I say.

The line goes dead.

I jump out of bed. I
’
m in black, fuzzy PJ bottoms and
a spaghetti strap top. No bra. No panties. Just PJ
’
s.

I grab a hoodie from the floor and
throw it on as I leave the room. There
’
s
an entire wing of the house that separates me and my father
…
and stepmother
.

That means I can come and go
without a worry. They won
’
t
know a damn thing about this until someone in my father
’
s camp calls to report. I
’
m surprised it hasn
’
t
happened yet. Or maybe it has and he
’
s
sitting there in bed wondering what to do.

I
’
m
out the door and in my car, backing down the driveway. I turn and speed away.

I can
’
t
believe I have to go to the police station right now. To bail out freaking Jake
for a stupid bar fight. I already know the story. He was probably trying to
pick up someone woman
…
or
maybe he was doing stuff to her.

It makes my nerves pinch.

I hate the thought of him with
another woman.

I fucking hate it.

When I get to the police station,
there are five people standing out front. I can
’
t
believe the attention the marriage between my father and Rebecca gets. I mean,
it shouldn
’
t surprise me
much because my father insists on thrusting all of us into the limelight. Yet
he always ignores Jake. So it leaves Jake to be the one to fuck up and get the
negative attention.

I almost feel bad for Jake.

I pull around back and go in
through a side door.

It takes all of ten minutes to get
Jake being led to me by two officers. He looks tired, his face is cut up and a
little swollen. There
’
s not
an ounce of shame in his commanding eyes. In fact, as soon as he sees me, he
puckers up and kisses the air.

He looks back and says,
“
Hey, can I get my wallet, cash,
and smokes?
”

One of the officers slaps a clear
bag against his stomach.

I see the wad of cash and it shocks
me.

What is he doing with all that
money?

Jake walks right by me and to the
door. I wait patiently as we
’
re
outside walking to the car. He gets in the passenger side and I get in my side.
I have to hurry and drive away before anyone realizes that Jake has snuck out
of the police station.

I give it a mile, maybe less,
before I look at him and speak.

“
What
the hell
…”

“
Can
I smoke?
”
he asks.

“
No,
”
I say.
“
Not in my car.
”

Jake shakes his head. He then
boldly takes his cigarettes out of the bag and sticks on between his lips.

“
I
hate you,
”
I say.
“
So much.
”

“
No
you don
’
t,
”
he whispers, the unlit
cigarette bouncing between his lips.

“
Before
I ask about the fight, why do you have so much cash on you?
”

Jake takes the cigarette from his
mouth. He holds up the bag.
“
It
’
s two grand, sweetie.
”

“
Yeah,
that
’
s a lot of money to
me.
”

“
You
’
re rich.
”

“
My
father is rich. I
’
m not.
”

“
Your
boyfriend is rich,
”
he says
with a smirk.

“
Again
…
I
’
m
not.
”