This Fearless Girl (St. Clary's University #2) - E. M. Moore Page 0,80

Lucas said earlier, they’re here to help keep each other from sabotaging themselves. Maybe that’s why they’re here for me, too? It’s not just blind passion that runs rampant between us, it’s anchored by true feelings.

I cup Stone’s face. The eyes of the boy I hated still swim in there, but he’s also so, so much more. My salvation. My lifeline.

“I’m so fucking sorry we dragged you into this,” he says, desperation feeding his words.

I shake my head. “You brought me closer to you. To all of you. I’ll never be sorry for that.”

“If you get hurt, I’ll never forgive myself. That’s why I punched Wyatt earlier. If anything happens to you, none of us will ever be able to forgive ourselves.”

I pull him close to me, lifting my chin to press my lips to his. It isn’t a brief peck. It’s wrecked with decades of emotions filling in the cracks. Trying to plaster over the dings in the foundation that we brought upon ourselves and had thrust upon us. This is us breaking down all our barriers and building new ones. Stone Jacobs is not my enemy. He never will be.

He grinds his hard length into me, and I drop my knees open to feel him better. We press against one another, each searching for that spot of simultaneous pleasure.

Stone runs his hands through my hair, looking more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen him before. “Tell me what you want. Don’t hold back. Forget about everything else. None of that lives inside this room. Just us.”

I think about his dream for us. The kids, the treasure hunting, the building a better life for ourselves. One filled with love. And with all that, in this moment, there’s only one thing I can think that will bring us closer to that. “You,” I whisper. “Just you.”

He swallows, blinking once and then fixing his gaze on me again as if he’s making sure this is real. His chest rises and falls. I sneak my hands between us to place on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palm. Mine hammers away inside my own chest, thumping a rhythm that’s all our own.

Stone kisses a delicious trail down my neck, his shaking fingers fumbling with the button on my pants. He finally gets it to release and starts to shimmy the material down my hips. Every brush of his fingers and lips heightens my desire. When he moves my bottoms past my knees, I use my legs to kick them the rest of the way down so he’s free to roam his skilled fingers over my body.

Stone’s joggers leave nothing to the imagination as he grinds his hips over my parted legs. Arousal dampens my panties, and I fist the sheets at my side while he teases me. “Please, Stone,” I grind out. “I want your cock inside me.”

He groans, the rhythm of his hips wavering at my words. In a flurry, he tears my shirt over my head, staring for a moment at the ripples of goosebumps that have covered my body. He brings his hand up to wander over the hills of my breasts, partially hidden by one of his latest gifts.

“I’m going to save you,” Stone promises, biting his lip as he studies me.

“I’m going to save you, too,” I repeat. For as much as he’s blamed my dad for my upbringing, I can blame Lance for his, too. We both need love.

He flicks his gaze up. The raw emotion in his eyes sends a tremble through me. “You already have.”

My chest heaves. I lower my hands to grab the end of his shirt. He reaches back with one hand, helping me get it off before he tosses it on top of mine. Then, he supports himself while I remove his joggers, eager to see every inch of him.

On the surface, we might just be two college kids acting on our bodies’ desires, but there’s so much more. So much history. So much pain. It’s like our whole lives have come down to this moment.

I reach inside Stone’s boxers to stroke him. He thrusts into my hands in return. “I’ve dreamed about this so many fucking times.”

Flames engulf me until I’m practically quivering for him. To everyone else, we’re stepsiblings. All this shouldn’t be between us, but I don’t care. I’m firmly in the “This is the Hottest Taboo” camp.

My stepbrother lowers my panties inch by excruciating inch, and my core throbs, wetness trickling as the