active

940996884481767

person_profile

eligible

NONE

118250394714087

I love Read

120207733047620698

h5.readinkapp.com

Learn more

NONE

video

Click here to read more

https://h5.readinkapp.com/ad/fb/template.html?pixelId=1461144937728407&templateId=66346d622b75f614e969af3d&ar=0&arp=30&art=0&ad_id={{ad.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}

I love Read

https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438102627_415668914745924_7815737897798093972_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=4jRuI6D797QQ7kNvgGr9WfF&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AfA1ZNUUpl9TMUbufFqgVDAM12kXQIJ0Kh4RldbU7hdg9w&oe=663A63A1

person_profile

I love Read

https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438161396_1107973256982453_5909675456048954279_n.jpg?_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=LmDRIizypAYQ7kNvgEyhHWG&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AfDYepRuHmI3AuTl839Wp5_-y5mut4WXnjm37_hLBLBGjA&oe=663A8454

He is my stepbrother. And we just had sex last night, obviously before we knew who we were to each other. Now, I don’t if we should keep what happened between us a secret, hiding our feelings for one another or......?<br /> -----------------------------------------------------<br /> Chapter 1<br /> Aspen<br /> <br /> Hauling boxes from the flat to the moving truck parked outside at the curb, sweat cascades down my back, making my skin slick but cool when I’m lucky enough to feel a slight breeze that seldom makes its presence known.<br /> <br /> “Why are we moving again?” I grumble to mom, hating that we’re being uprooted once more. This is the third time in just as many years that we’ve had to move.<br /> <br /> “I know you’re tired of moving honey, but this time it will be different. I promise. No more moving after this.” Mom says, trying to be reassuring as the massive diamond adorning the third finger on her left-hand glints in the sunlight.<br /> <br /> “What’s this guy’s name again?” I ask after I’ve loaded another box into the back of the moving truck, settling my hands on my hips and training irritated eyes on my mother, “And why have I never met him?”<br /> <br /> “We haven’t been together very long, honey. But he’s the one, baby girl. When you know, you just know.” She says with a shrug, her eyes bright with happiness as her face splits with an ear-to-ear grin, “Oh, honey. You will really like him! And he has kids that are around your age.”<br /> <br /> “That’s great, mom. But, what’s the rush? Why couldn’t you two have dated for a while instead of running off and getting hitched at the first chance you got?” I’m rather irritated about the entire situation. <br /> <br /> I didn’t even know that she was seriously interested in someone and then she comes back from a long weekend, with a wedding ring on her finger and a new last name.<br /> <br /> What the hell, mom? If I were to have done something like that, she would have wrung my neck for sure.<br /> <br /> “I don’t expect you to understand yet, honey. You’re still young but one day, you will meet a man that sweeps you off of your feet and you won’t want to wait another moment to spend the rest of your lives together.” She sounds so happy, and I’m truly glad that she’s happy, that’s all I’ve ever wanted for her but it’s just such a shock. <br /> <br /> I’ve had twelve hours to adjust to the idea of having a male figure in my life, and not only him but apparently, his four kids as well.<br /> <br /> Great.<br /> <br /> “And where is this new husband of yours and his four kids to help us with moving our stuff into his place?” I ask, not ready to give up my irritation in lieu of mom’s happiness just yet.<br /> <br /> “Honey, don&#039;t be like that. I promise you will like him,” she lets out a huff and grasps my wrist, pulling me over to the concrete steps leading up to our front door.<br /> <br /> “Come on kiddo. I think there are only a few boxes left.” Mom says with a squeeze of my thigh and an encouraging smile.<br /> <br /> “And then, to unload and unpack it all. Where are they again?” I ask, still perturbed, even if I do want mom to be happy.<br /> <br /> “Collin couldn’t get off of work to help and his kids are in school.”<br /> <br /> “Typical,” I grunt. <br /> <br /> And so it begins, I think, rolling my eyes as I make my way back into the flat to get the last of our things, mom following just behind me. <br /> <br /> “Must you be so negative about this?” Mom asks as she bends down to grab the final box. I stand up holding mine and take one last look around the space we’ve called home for a little over a year now.<br /> <br /> “I’m not really seeing a bright side at the moment, Mom,” I mutter walking back out to the moving truck, stepping over the trailer attached to the hitch that’s hauling our car. <br /> <br /> “Where are we moving to anyway?” I ask as I watch houses of friends that I’ve made pass by as we drive towards Highway 105.<br /> <br /> Mom glances my direction, her smile slipping from her face as her grip on the steering wheel tightens wheel until her knuckles are completely white, “don’t be mad,” she says, causing me to tense up for the words that are fixing to leave her lips, “we’re moving to Hawthorne…” she quickly rushes out, her attention trained on the road instead of the shocked look on my face.<br /> <br /> “WHAT?” I screech. Surely, I heard her wrong because there is no way that we’re moving two hours away to Hawthorne.<br /> <br /> “I know that you’ve gotten attached to Monument, but you’ll love Hawthorne too, honey.” Shaking my head and turning towards the door, I sink down in my seat, dread filling me as houses thin out, becoming few and far between.<br /> <br /> —--------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /> <br /> Hauling the last box up the stairs, my arms are aching, and my legs are screaming at me, having gotten more of a workout today than I’ve had in way too long. “I’m gonna need a shower after this. Even my stink stinks,” I say, cringing as I catch a whiff of myself.<br /> <br /> “Go on. You may have to look around a bit for the bathroom though. Collin didn&#039;t mention where it was at.” Not giving her the chance to change her mind and give me another task to do, I rush up the stairs, setting the last box on the desk, and start opening doors, trying to figure out the bathroom from the closet.<br /> <br /> Once I find it, I turn the water as hot as it will go and make quick work of shedding my clothes before stepping beneath the spray, groaning at the feel of the water beating against my sore muscles.<br /> <br /> After stepping out of the shower, towel wrapped around me and tied at my breast, I open the door leading to the other room, letting my curiosity get the best of me.<br /> <br /> The smell of cologne greets me as I step into the room. It’s relatively tidy for a guy—the bed looks to have been hastily made and there are dirty clothes in the laundry hamper, but otherwise, it’s clean.<br /> <br /> Sports posters adorn the walls, trophy’s sit on a bookshelf along with a signed football and helmet. I pick up the football, my fingers running over the leather as I take in the room, trying to get a feel for who my new brother is.<br /> <br /> I place the ball back in its place and make my way over to the bedside table, where a picture frame sits that caught my attention. Picking up the frame, I lower myself to sit on the edge of the bed, taking in the image of the girl smiling back at me through the picture. She’s stunning, her dark eyes twinkling, her full mouth curled up into a wide smile, showcasing a set of straight, white teeth. Her light, blemish-free skin is a stark contrast to that of her dark hair and eyes, making her dark features stand out against its paleness.<br /> <br /> Noise downstairs catches my attention, and placing the frame back on the bedside table, I rush back towards the bathroom. Stopping just as I get to the doorway, I turn back around and take one last deep inhalation of the intoxicating scent before closing the door behind me.<br /> <br /> Fully ready half an hour later, I rush down the stairs and follow the sound of voices coming from somewhere further in the house. I step into a kitchen that I’m sure my mom is in heaven to be able to cook in, and the sound of a man, who I assume to be Collin, is talking to my mom. “They will be home later. They’ve got games and other after-school activities going on right now,” he tells her, then leans down to place a kiss on her lips.<br /> <br /> “Children in the room!” I squeal and cover my eyes, not wanting to see my parents making out in front of me.<br /> <br /> Chapter 2<br /> <br /> Aspen<br /> <br /> “Hey, sweetpea,” mom says, coming over to where I’m still standing just inside the kitchen and wrapping an arm around my shoulder. A man, who I assume is Collin, takes a few steps in our direction and smiles down at mom and me. Collin is an attractive man—who looks to possibly be in his forties, seeing as he does have a touch of gray at his temples, mild laugh lines around his mouth, and eyes following behind her. As I take him in, it’s his eyes that catch my attention the most—the bright blue orbs hold so much love and adoration for my mom, that it makes me feel guilty over how I acted earlier.<br /> <br /> “Aspen, honey, this is Collin.” She says to me, indicating to the man at her side with an ear-to-ear grin. The, turns her attention back to the man who has his arm slung around her waist, and says, “Collin, my daughter, Aspen.” <br /> <br /> “It’s nice to meet you, Sir,” I say, holding my hand out to shake his. He chuckles, and releasing my mom, walks over to me, pulling me into a hug.<br /> <br /> “We hug in this family.” He says with another chuckle, “And none of that Sir stuff— I may be older than your mom, but I’m not *that* old. Just Collin is fine.”<br /> <br /> “Sorry,” I mutter, pulling back from his embrace, feeling a little awkward at the unexpected affection. *Just another thing that I’ll have to get used to*, I think as he goes back to mom’s side.<br /> <br /> “Do either of you mind if I go out and explore a bit?” I ask, using my thumb and pointing towards the door, “after being stuck in the car and getting everything unloaded, I could use the fresh air and maybe I can get a feel of the area.” I say with a smile and a shrug, “two birds, one stone.”<br /> <br /> “Honey, I don’t…” Mom starts but is cut off by Collin.<br /> <br /> “I think that’s a fantastic idea.” Then turning to Mom with a smile, he says, “She’ll be fine, let her explore.”<br /> <br /> “If you’re going out, there’s a football game tonight.” He must pick up on my confusion, because chuckling, *again—the man sure does chuckle a lot*, I think as, he begins to elaborate, “You’re mom told me that you were a cheerleader at your old school.” At my nod, he continues, scratching the back of his neck as if suddenly uncomfortable. “Well, you should check it out—if you want to, of course.” <br /> <br /> “Okay, but make sure you take your phone and some cash in case you need to catch an Uber back.” As she says this Collin pulls his wallet from his back pocket and hands me some cash, a while smiling over at my mom.<br /> <br /> “Yes, mom.” I say, wrapping my arms around her shoulders and giving her a hug, “thank you.” I say with a smile at Collin.<br /> <br /> “No problem, kiddo. Have fun.”<br /> <br /> “Thanks,” I say with an awkward smile of my own as I reach out, taking the cash from him, I call out, “I’ll see you guys later.”<br /> <br /> “Be careful,” Mom calls out and just before the door closes behind me I hear her shout, “oh, and make sure you have your pepper spray on you!”<br /> <br /> I chuckle, thinking about the pepper spray that she gave me after a creepy guy followed me around a department store back in Monument—more so, how I had overreacted because he wasn’t actually following me. I had just been paranoid.<br /> <br /> Thinking about the football game that Collin had mentioned as I make my way down the driveway, I decide that it sounds like the perfect thing to do with my evening.<br /> <br /> After paying for my entry, I climb up the steps and glance across the stadium bleachers. <br /> <br /> It. <br /> <br /> Is. <br /> <br /> Packed. <br /> <br /> The scoreboard shows that the game must have just started. It looks like whatever team is black and yellow is on offense and one of their players is hauling ass down the field. <br /> <br /> Several of the guys in silver and dark blue are running after them, but every time someone gets close to getting their hands on him, he manages to evade them until he’s crossed over into the endzone. <br /> <br /> TOUCHDOWN! <br /> <br /> The whole crowd goes wild as the player who ran the ball, makes his way back toward the rest of the team. Before he even makes it to them, his teammates rush him, smacking his helmet and getting excited over the night&#039;s first touchdown. <br /> <br /> The offense switches out, and defense takes the field. The guy who scored, his jersey reads Jones #44 and takes to the sidelines. <br /> <br /> Pulling his helmet off, he says something to one of the other players and then walks over to a water cooler, pouring some in a cup and guzzling it. Glancing out at the crowd as he refills it and chugs it again. <br /> <br /> My breath catches as piercing blue eyes lock with mine and his full lips pull up at the side, smirking and then winking as he finishes off his drink. <br /> <br /> He’s hot, and not just from playing the game. Along with those piercing blue eyes, he has dark hair that looks incredibly soft, my fingers itching to feel the strands running through them, a jaw and cheekbones that look as though they were chiseled from stone, and a strong nose. Although he’s in uniform, I’d bet that he has the body of a Greek God hiding underneath.<br /> <br /> I try shrugging off his attention, telling myself that he was probably smirking and winking at someone else anyway. Why would I, out of all of these people, catch his attention? <br /> <br /> As he joins the rest of the players on the sideline, he knocks his elbow with another player whose jersey shows the last name of Jones as well. The second Jones boy leans over, listening as the first Jones boy says something to him. <br /> <br /> The second Jones boy turns around and glances out into the crowd. Eyes the same color as the other one land on mine, his full lips also pulling into a smile, and then turns back to the first Jones boy. <br /> <br /> The second Jones boy looks so much like the first, that I’d bet that it’s safe to assume that they’re brothers, maybe even twins.<br /> <br /> Having not been paying attention to the game, since I was paying attention to the players instead, I’m surprised when they both pull their helmets back on and head back onto the field. <br /> <br /> I cheer along with the rest of the crowd with every touchdown that’s made, excitement building within me.<br /> <br /> By halftime, the team that the Jones boys are on is ahead 22-12. The cheer squad is in the middle of performing their halftime show as I overhear a few kids next to me talking about a party going on after the game that the whole team is supposed to be going to. Suddenly very interested, I try to discreetly listen more carefully, trying to find out more details about the party.<br /> <br /> Both teams come back onto the field and the second half of the game starts up, my attention is now back on the action in front me as both Jones boys are back on the field. <br /> <br /> I watch, enraptured, as the players work together like a well-oiled machine while the opposing team looks like a bunch of bumbling fools who were introduced to football just this morning and were left to figure out what it is and how to play all on their own. <br /> <br /> The Hornets, who I realized after halftime, are the home team, win 43-18 and the guys are ecstatic, causing a grin to play on my face as well, their excitement contagious. <br /> <br /> I watch as both teams make their way off the field and towards the locker rooms to get showered and changed. Standing around awkwardly in the parking lot, I try to figure out how I could get to that party that I overheard the people next to me talking about. It sounds like it could be fun and maybe even a good way to get to know some of the people that I’ll be going to school with starting next week.<br /> <br /> After waiting around for way longer than I probably should have, as I tried to come up with an idea other than asking for a ride with some random stranger, I give up and begin making my way back towards Col—*my* house. <br /> <br /> I’m about a block down the road when a big black truck pulls up next to me, “need a ride somewhere?” a deep voice asks, causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach.<br /> <br /> *Really?*<br /> <br /> From the sound of his voice alone? He could be ugly as hell. But when I stop and turn towards the person who spoke, my breath catches as one of the Jones boys is looking back at me from the driver’s seat, his smirk back in place.<br /> <br /> Chapter 3<br /> <br /> Aspen<br /> <br /> “Oh, uh…I was just…” I say, pointing down the road, not really sure what to say.<br /> <br /> He laughs and opens his truck door, stepping out. And fuck, I thought he was hot when I saw him on the field but up close where I can clearly see the dark blue starburst around his iris, get a first-hand look at those lips, and smell his cologne, damn.<br /> <br /> He smiles down at me, his large frame towering over all five feet, one inch of me.<br /> <br /> “I’m Boston, and that’s my brother Lincoln.” He says, pointing to who I now see is the other Jones boy, although I still don’t know which one is the one that I had apparently caught the attention of at the game.<br /> <br /> “We’re heading to a party. Wanna come?”<br /> <br /> *Yes!*<br /> <br /> But then I don’t know these boys from Adam. For all, I know they could be planning on taking advantage of me or something.<br /> <br /> He must sense my unease because he says, “Or, we could give you a lift home. But you shouldn’t be walking alone out here at night.”<br /> <br /> “Why? Is it dangerous around here or something?” I find myself asking instead of answering his question.“I’m guessing you’re new to the area?” At my nod, he continues, “didn’t think I’d seen you around before. And to answer your question, naw. It’s usually pretty quiet around here but it’s always better to be safe…”<br /> <br /> “True,” I mutter, biting my bottom lip.<br /> <br /> “So, would you like to go to the party with us or a ride home?” he asks again, dipping his head to look me in the eyes when I take my eyes off of him.<br /> <br /> I wanted to go to the party and now, the whole reason why I was interested in the party, is standing right in front of me.<br /> <br /> “I could party,” I say, smiling as I hear his brother say yes, inside the truck&#039;s cab.<br /> <br /> Walking past him, he holds the driver’s side door open for me as I try to figure out the best way to climb up in his truck. It’s raised up higher than your average truck and that makes it difficult when you’re already vertically challenged. Hands wrap around my waist, causing me to catch my breath as he lifts me into the truck. <br /> <br /> “Thanks,” I tell him, scooting over until I’m between Boston and Lincoln. Boston closes the driver’s side door and takes back off down the road, heading in the same direction I had been going to go home.<br /> <br /> “I’m Aspen, by the way,” I say into the silence of the truck, realizing that I hadn’t given my name.<br /> <br /> “So, Aspen, how’d you like the game?” Lincoln asks from beside me, a mischievous smile on his face.<br /> <br /> “It was great. I haven’t been to a football game in so long. And you guys were awesome!” I say looking between the brothers as Boston turns down the same road that I now live on. “Although, I’m not sure who’s the wide receiver and who’s the quarterback?” I ask, glancing from Lincoln back over to Boston as he pulls up to the curb.<br /> <br /> Once I look around, I find that we’re close enough that I can see my house from here. Which is probably a good thing for when I need to go home tonight. I won’t have to try to drunkenly give directions to an Uber, or anyone else for that matter.<br /> <br /> “I’m QB,” Lincoln says, then nods to Boston, “Bos is wide receiver.” Okay, so it’s Boston who noticed me.<br /> <br /> *Interesting.*<br /> <br /> The guys both open their doors and hop out of the truck. Boston turns around and offers to help me down, and I gladly accept so that I don’t fall on my face. As I slide off of the seat, his hands wrap around my waist and my body slides down the front of his. Boston’s eyes darken at the contact as he stares down at me, not removing his hands from my waist.<br /> <br /> His eyes bounce from mine, down to my mouth, then back up to my eyes, as he licks his lips. The brush of his thumb against my cheek jolts me out of whatever was going on as he brushes a piece of hair away from my face, “thanks,” I mutter.<br /> <br /> “Let’s go get you a drink. I’ll get you a bottle when we get inside, just don’t take anything from anyone, okay?” *Uh, should I be worried?* Biting his lip, he chuckles, “it’s just always better to be safe.”<br /> <br /> “That’s the second time you’ve said, and I quote “it’s better to be safe”, should I be worried about something?” I ask, looking back and forth from Boston to Lincoln.<br /> <br /> Boston looks over at Lincoln for a moment then turns his attention to me, “there have been instances girl’s drinks being roofied, resulting in them being taken advantage of.” He almost looks concerned, but I don’t know him well enough to know if that’s actually a look of concern or not.<br /> <br /> “Oh,” I say, not really knowing how to respond to that. Instead, I look a little way down the road, wondering if I should just go home after all.<br /> <br /> “It will be fine. Just, don’t take anything from anyone other than me. And I will bring your drink to you and open it in front of you so that you know it’s not been messed with.” He must have been able to sense my sudden unease at his revelation.<br /> <br /> As he slides his hand into mine, linking our fingers and winking down at me, that unease flies out the window, replaced by butterflies as he watches me. His concern for a complete stranger is both evident and oddly touching.<br /> <br /> I follow him into the party, whoops and hollers sounding out as soon as Boston walks through the door. He does that weird handshake-clap thing with some of the guys, others he gives a one-armed bro hug, complete with a clap on the back all the while, never pulling his hand from mine.<br /> <br /> Instead, I get an occasional squeeze, which causes me to look up at him, “You okay?” He asks, leaning down to whisper in my ear so that I can hear him.<br /> <br /> At my nod, he pulls us on through the crowd in search of something to drink.<br /> <br /> Boston and I are out on the makeshift dance floor, beers in hand raised above our heads as I grind against his pelvis and he pulls me further into him, pulling my hair over my shoulder, he begins kissing my neck causing an ache to form between my thighs.<br /> <br /> I’ve got a nice buzz going on, but I don’t need anything more than that. I’m having fun with Boston, and I want to actually remember having fun with him when I wake up in the morning.<br /> <br /> Turning around in his arms, I roll my hips, dancing to the beat of the music. Boston pulls me closer, one of his legs going between both of mine to where I’m almost straddling his thigh. Taking another drink of my beer to wet my parched mouth, I wrap my free hand around his waist just above his ass, bracing myself against him as we dance.<br /> <br /> Someone walks by us, and he gives them both of our beer bottles, then slides both of his hands into my back pockets and lowers his head until I can smell the mix of mint and beer on his breath.<br /> <br /> I’m staring into his eyes and rolling my hips against him to the beat of the music. Boston places a kiss against my jaw, slowly making his way over until his lips are on my mouth and they are every bit as soft as I thought they would be.<br /> <br /> We stay out on the dance floor, dancing, grinding against one another, and making out until I’m so turned on that he can probably feel my wetness on his thigh through his jeans.<br /> <br /> His hands have been all over me all night, trailing up and down my arms, sides, and back, his touch lighting me up like a livewire. Both of his hands cup the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as the kiss deepens and he backs me up, off the dance floor.<br /> <br /> Pulling away, and breaking the kiss, Boston leans his forehead against mine. The fire in his eyes tells me that he’s as turned on as I am. As if the feel of his hard cock between us wasn’t enough of an indication.<br /> <br /> He peers into my eyes as if asking if I want to take this somewhere else, and at my almost imperceptible head nod, he slips his hand into mine, lacing our fingers together, and leads me up the stairs and into an empty bedroom.<br /> <br /> Once the door is shut behind me, my back is against it and Boston’s mouth is on mine once again, devouring me as his hands roam my body. “Are you sure?” He asks, breaking the kiss and resting our foreheads together, looking into my eyes to, “You’ve drank, and I don’t…”

I love Read

https://facebook.com/61552543801676

LEARN_MORE