Hitched: A Stepbrother Honeymoon Romance Read Online Free Page A

marrying his mom. I was going to throw it away, but I wanted to do it when Dad was out of the house to make sure he didn’t see me carrying around a sexy poster of my new stepbrother, so I stuffed it into a box under my bed.
    And then I forgot about it. Until today.
    When we moved from my old house into this huge new one, I didn’t unpack most of my things. I think I just didn’t want this place to feel like home. I mean, it’s huge, and it’s gorgeous, with big glass windows looking out over the Pacific Ocean…but it feels like the kind of place other people are supposed to live. Between Nina pacing up and down the halls practicing monologues and Travis teasing me every time I cross paths with him, I feel like I’m on some kind of terrible family-swapping reality show.
    But this morning, I decided that even if it wasn’t ever going to feel like home, I wasn’t going to magically get my old life back by keeping my stuff in boxes. So I started pulling everything out, decorating my room and filling up my closet. And that’s when I saw it. Travis’ face, looking right at me like I’m the most delicious thing on the menu.
    I definitely needed to get it out of the house ASAP. I don’t trust Travis not to snoop around my room while I’m out with friends, and if he found this…God, he’d never let me live it down. He already thinks I’m secretly dying to jump his bones, and if he knew about this poster and the stupid little celebrity crush that went with it…
    Yeah, this thing needed to be gone. And I was pretty sure I was alone in the house. Dad and Nina were in New Orleans for the week trying to get Nina cast in the new season of some terrible cop show, and I didn’t hear Travis. Usually when Travis is home, I can tell. He’s either blasting music, practicing tricks on the half-pipe in the backyard, or working out in his room. And since our rooms are right next to each other, separated by what has to be the thinnest wall in California, I can always hear when he’s in his room. And since I didn’t hear anything, I got the idea that maybe I was safe to dump this thing into the nearest trash can and make sure Travis never found it.
    Just to be safe, I rolled the poster up so that Travis was on the inside, and then I left my room and made a beeline for the trash can just inside the front door.
    But of course Travis was in the kitchen. And when I couldn’t hide the fact that I really didn’t want him to ask what I was throwing away, he got curious.
    “What’s that?”
    “It’s…uh…” I’m not used to having a celebrity for a stepbrother yet: I keep get flustered talking about normal boring stuff, so there’s no way I can hide this. “It’s none of your business.”
    I grab the trash can lid with my foot, but my hand hesitates before I can dump the poster. After all, what’s to stop Travis from pulling it out after I leave?
    “You’re throwing away a perfectly good poster? Why? I’ll take it, my walls are empty.”
    Travis gets up and starts walking towards me, with a glint in his eyes like he knows what’s about to happen. He gently takes the poster from my hands, and I bite my lip as I watch him do it.
    Busted.
    Travis laughs. “Well, well, well. I remember this. We were originally going to put it in Hot Pink magazine, but they said it was ‘inappropriate.’ They didn’t like that I was doing this.” Travis pulls his jeans down like he’s doing on the poster, showing off the perfect V of his hips.
    “Ew! Don’t pull your pants down around me!” I shield my eyes, but Travis just laughs.
    “Laney, if you didn’t want to see this, why did you put a poster of it up on your wall?”
    I bring my face back to Travis’ trying not to look down at his jeans, which are dangerously low at this point.
    “Tori gave it to me.” I mean, she gave it to me because I asked if I could have it, but still… “And I took it down the second I found out you were going to be my stepbrother. Now give it