All Chapters of My Stepbrother: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ELIZABETH.After almost five hours of flight time and finding our way to the hospital, we’re finally here and I can feel the fear that emits from James. He’s trying not to show it, but it’s just there—glaringly obvious of how scared he is to find out what awaits him and what’d happen to his mother and his sister. I mean anyone would be and although James is trying to be strong; I wish he knows it’s alright to not be at a time like this—a time where you find out two of the most important people in your life are in danger.I couldn’t breathe when I thought he was the one in an accident, so I know how this must feel for him. It’s why I insisted on coming—that and the fact that I was scared if I stayed away for even a second, something might snatch him from me.As we enter the room they’re in, my mouth falls and I don’t have to look at James to know how he’s feeling. The way his hand shakes in mine tells me everything, and my stomach turns as I keep my gaze ahead. They’re both supported by

JAMES."Oh." Elizabeth sighs as she drops her head back, the top of her head pushing against my temple and my lips spreads as I stroke her clit a few more times, letting her calm from the trembling before I remove my fingers and place my hand on her waist."You’re beautiful," I whisper near her ear before pressing my lips there and silence engulfs us as Elizabeth tries to come down from her high, the sound of her soft pants filling the room and the heavy fall and rise of her chest drumming against me.She lifts her head after a while, and she drops her hands from mine. I unwrap my hand from her neck so she can turn and she pushes in, her tits pressing against my chest when she wraps her hands around my neck. The satisfaction I see in her clear eyes makes my chest rumble with pride. Even more when she says, "That’s the fastest I’ve ever come.""I know.""It feels so—" she trails off and I lift a hand to her cheek, loving the way her skin feels beneath my touch. "Feels so what, love?""L

ELIZABETH.I run after him with my heart breaking for him, but he’s just too fast. He dashes through corners quickly before I can even catch up to him, but I don’t stop chasing after him, either.I know this must be too much for him, but I just want to be there for him. I want him to know someone hurts for him. But he doesn’t wait for me to do either of those things.When I rush out the entrance door and stop only a few steps away with my heart pounding in my chest and my eyes scanning the corners, I don’t see him.I don’t see James.The car is here, but he isn’t. He left. He ran without me.I push a hand through my hair before taking out my phone from the back pocket of the pants I have on—his pants. My pulse is racing as I press the phone to my ear after dialing his number, and it rings. It rings and my purse vibrates, reminding me that he left his phone with me on our way here.God, James. Please. Please, just be alright. Don’t do anything stupid and be fucking alright.Please.Drea

JAMES."I thought you left," Elizabeth sighs in my arms, her grip around me growing tighter and I smile as I finally drop a hand on her back, pressing her closer to me. "And where would I go, love?"She pulls back by a bit so she can look into my eyes and her lips push out as she speaks. "I don’t know. I just thought—""Thought I’d run from you?" I finish for her and when she doesn’t respond, I lean down to take her lips. It’s meant to be just a soft reassuring peck, but Elizabeth moves her hands to my neck, deepening the kiss as her fingers play with the hair at the back of my head and I move a hand to her cheek, tilting her head back so I can plunge my tongue inside her mouth.She cups my neck with a palm, her fingers digging into the skin as she moans into the kiss and I move my free hand to the small of her back; I rest it on her ass as my tongue clashes against hers, heat spreading across my skin at the taste and feel of her.When I feel my pants tightening at the front, I start t

ELIZABETH.~A MONTH LATER.We stayed in San Francisco for a week and only left after Lily’s discharge. When we got back to Los Angeles, I could still tell everything that happened back there took a toll on James. Although he tried to hide it, tried to smile more; it was evident everything he learned from his parents had taken something from him and I was scared for a long time he’d never get that back.But he did… or at least he’s trying.His eyes are no longer as dull as they seemed when we first arrived, and I can see the spark in them. Each of the smiles he throws at me now is genuine and he spends less time trying to hide the pain he feels. He’s being himself again—he’s being my James, and he’s back to me.I haven’t felt as at ease as I did six nights ago when he woke me up in the middle of the night and just laid his head on my chest as he cried in my arms. He poured out his pain to me one last time and since then, he can speak about his mom without looking like it’s the last thin