Chapter 2

Holy fucking shit!

I gauge at the man showering in the opened bathroom stall filled with steam with his back to me.

I take in the broad shoulders first and then my eyes gaze down to his narrow waist and his V-shaped taper.

He is a work of art- I conclude as I swallow the water that has made its way to my mouth.

Liam's butt is taut with the muscles, he must have built working out. And his thighs, his thighs just make me want to get in between them.

As I take in his back, it slowly turns and I'm face to face with his front side, with his cock, standing up at attention.

Startled I raised my eyes to his face, his expression showing one of shock while his eyes were filled with heat, I could see his pupils dilating and darkening.

He didn't turn his eyes away from me and neither did he turn back. With some unexpected courage, I strayed my vision down from his eyes to his straight pointed nose, his kissable lips, and his jaw that was feeling with each clench of his mouth.

His neck and down to his chest, my mouth watering at the sight of his packed abdomen, his abs carved as beautifully as bricks placed in perfect placements.

And then the curve of his pelvis that soon led my eyes to the most awaited of all, his cock.

Which was not only standing at attention with its majestic size but its tip even jumped as soon as my eyes caught sight of it.

I could already see the precum oozing at its tip.

I swallowed hard, wanting to have a taste of that- to have it buried deep inside me.

My thighs clenched together at the mere thought of his hugeness buried between my walls.

My throat felt dry- I couldn't get my eyes away from it. Salivating at the thought of its taste.

“AVERY!!”

And that was my call to get out of my head.

My head jerked up at my father's voice and I met Liam's heat-filled gaze before I suddenly pushed the bathroom door close.

As soon as I closed the door, I got sight of my dad who was coming from the hallway beside my room, where the stairs were.

“Avery, here you are. Come down for dinner honey,” my dad asked and I hurriedly went to him, holding his arm as I said yes.

“By any chance did you see Liam? I need to call him for dinner as well,” he asked and I shook my head in No.

So fast that I feared that my neck would break.

I excused my dad and told him I needed to get something from my room, while he headed back to the other side to call Liam for dinner.

Getting into my room I slammed the door shut and rested my back on it, taking in deep sharp breaths.

Just now, the whole reality registered in my head.

I was thankful that I managed to get my expression in control before Dad came.

And what the hell did I just get myself into, I just saw my soon-to-be stepbrother naked and hard and he didn't seem to mind.

I ran a hand through my hair and huffed out a breath.

Taking a tampon and a pair of underwear from my drawer, I left my room and skipped the stairs to use the common bathroom on the ground floor.

While changing my panties, I saw the dampness covering them.

It wasn't from my periods but from how turned on I got at the sight of my wet, naked, and hard, stepbrother.

I can't even relieve myself now because dinner is waiting.

But later I would. And I was pretty sure what scene I'd get myself off to.

Chuckling, at my dirty thoughts, I exited the bathroom.

The dining table was lined with both Spanish and American dishes, celebrating Carla and Liam's arrival.

Chef Mac was a genius in the kitchen, he could prepare almost everything on demand.

He was our hired chef and only worked on weekdays as that's the time Dad is always busy with work and with my studies.

On weekends we either go out or cook together.

I sat on the chair adjacent to my Dad while Carla sat beside him. It was my place but I guess I could give her that for taking care of my father so well.

But to my horror Liam came downstairs, dressed in Grey joggers and a white snug tee, and took the seat beside mine.

I barely held the cough that threatened to leave my throat, scared to give myself away to our parents.

We all toasted with a glass of wine and forked into our dinner. In between which, I don't know if it was intentional or not but Liam's hand grazed my thigh as he tried to adjust the napkin on his lap.

And again to my horror, I choked on the Mac & Cheese, I was chewing with delight.

“Avery, here take some water,” Carla's gentle voice sounded as she handed me a glass of water.

A tear left my eye as I took the water from her and drank it, halting my coughing fit.

“Liam, why don't you rub her back? She'll feel better,” Carla asked Liam and before I could refuse, I felt a large hand gently rubbing my back.

“There, there,” Liam whispered and I felt a shiver run down my spine both from his touch and voice.

I didn't want to choke again, so I gently his hand off and turned to Carla, “It’s okay Carla, I'm fine.”

“Eat in small bites, kid, lest you choke again,” She, recommended in a motherly tone and I just smiled at her.

Who was going to tell her that I did want to choke, just not on food?

I looked up when a serving of tortillas was placed on my plate. My father was smiling at me with affection.

He shook his head and turned to Carla, “Oh you don't know, how much she loves her Mac and Cheese, there was this one time—-”

And just like that the attention was gone from the present situation as my Dad relished in telling my embarrassing childhood stories to Liam and Carla while Carla shared a few embarrassing tales about Liam which I took in with more interest than needed.

With dinner over on a good note, everyone descended to their rooms.

And as soon as I got in my bedroom after brushing my teeth, I locked the door and switched off the lights only letting the fairy ones on.

To give the vibe.

As I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, the scene from before entered my head and played on a loop.

Damn…periods!

I was not only feeling more horny but wouldn't even be able to touch myself.

A long sleepless night it will be.