Her Stepbrother, Her Hero(22)

By: Terry Towers



He stuck out his arm for her to take. "For tonight, your wish is my command," he told her, giving her bare arm a light squeeze when she linked her arm with his.

"I'll have her home at a decent hour," he advised his brother as they walked toward his car.

She swatted his arm playfully. "I'm turning nineteen tomorrow Grant," she informed him, with a scowl.

Grant looked down at her and smiled, trying to keep his eyes from lingering on her generous breasts that were straining against the spandex dress she was wearing. "Ahh, I see. Your curfew got upped to eleven then?"

"Very cute, Grant." Her attention turned from him to the car he had parked waiting for them in the driveway. Her eyes widened. "Wow, that is one hell of a ride!"

"I know. Isn't it, though?" He had borrowed the car from an associate of his - a yellow Lotus Elise convertible. And it was indeed some ride. Not exactly something the people in the small town of Bar Harbor saw everyday.

"I think I need to get a job working with you if these are the perks that come with it." Nikki released his arm to run her fingertips along the sleek hood.

Grant shrugged, opening the passenger door for her, "The benefits don't always outweigh the cons."

"With benefits like this, there have to be some nasty cons to outweigh them," she commented as he shut the door behind her and made his way to the driver's side. Opening the door, he slid behind the steering wheel.

Grant subconsciously rubbed his left shoulder, the shoulder where he'd been shot several months ago. Luckily, for him the bullet had missed his heart and any major arteries, though no thanks to the assassin who had tracked him down in Saint Petersburg, Russia. Thinking of the bullet wound reminded him of the gashes across his back, courtesy of a whip wielding goon, of a not so kind warlord in Sierra Leone. He figured it was a small price to pay for the security of his country, and that of his family.

Turning on the ignition, the car roared to life. The purr of the motor was sexy all in itself. Sexy car, sexy woman sitting next to him, what more could a man ask for? The sexy woman not being my niece, he found himself thinking.

"I have a great night planned for you, starting with dinner at Gino and Lenny's." He backed the car out of the driveway and shifted it into gear.

She flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder and smiled coyly at him. "I'm ready for anything you can throw at me."

Giving a glance over at Nikki - the all grown up Nikki - Grant didn't doubt that for a second. He noticed a gleam in her eye, and that gleam both aroused and scared him senseless. She wasn't looking at him like a niece would an uncle. The look she was giving him was one of a lover just before she ravaged him. And God help him if she tried. He was a strong man, of body and of mind, but there were some temptations even he couldn't resist. He found himself realizing that the one and only thing that could break him, may be sitting just a foot away.

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