Page 10 of His Stubborn Girl

“Can we talk about something else now?” I can’t even think about dating anyone right now. I’m too much of a mess for that. “What are you and Walter going to do now that you’re empty nesters?” I pass the baton, wanting a reprieve, and anxiously wait for the margaritas to show up.

8

Lukas

She’s been giving me the cold shoulder ever since she got out of the car. Her tone crisp. Her glares sharp. And every time I ask her a question, I barely get a one-sentence answer. I think she’s pissed I didn’t come help her move into her dorm today. But I couldn’t. I’ve been so fucking nervous about seeing her.

All summer long I’ve been trying to erase these feelings, but she visits me almost nightly. The sight of her making my dick swell. Waking me up in a sweat. My body humping the bed, trying to fuck my dick into the sheets. I tried to distract myself with girls, but none of them made my dick budge. I couldn’t get past a first date. Finding myself bored and disinterested. But then Torrin shows up, her leggings showing off all her curves, her tank top showing off her cleavage… And fuck, my dick proved how thick the perversion still lives within my veins.

“Lukas.” Sheryll turns to me as we step out into the parking lot. “Would you mind giving Torrin a ride back to her dorm?”

“What?” My stepsister snaps her head around. “You’re not going to take me back?”

It doesn’t make sense for them to drive all that way to her place when the entrance to the highway is right in front of us.

“We have a six-hour drive ahead of us, sweetie. If we take you back, that will add another forty minutes. And you’re right on Lukas’s way home.”

I can see the reluctance in Torre’s eyes, and I suspect her wanting to ride with them has less to do with the fact that she wants to spend more time with them before they leave, and more to do with the fact that she doesn’t want to spend time with me. She’s definitely mad at me, and I’m not sure why.

“I know. I’m just not ready to say goodbye to you yet. But I understand. I know you need to get going.”

The tears forming in her eyes give me a good kick in the gut. I need to remember that she’s never been on her own before. Other than cheer camp and some sleepovers, she’s never been away from home. Her summers were spent at home. With me.

“We’re going to miss you, kiddo.” Her mom pulls her in for a hug, and the tear that slips down Torre’s cheek strong-arms my emotions. I need to be a better brother and make sure she gets settled into college life. I need to stop acting like an ass. In spite of the way my dick feels or the way my pulse races when I’m close to her, I’m not going to abandon my sister. This shit has to stop now.

“Keep an eye on her, son.” My dad pulls me in for a hug, pounding me on the back. “I don’t want anyone trying to take advantage of our girl.”

Me neither. I saw the way the guys were checking her out in the restaurant. Even the manager was giving her a look, feasting way too long for my liking. “I will, Dad. I’ll keep her safe.”

“And give us a call every once in a while, will you?”

“Yeah, I will. And make sure you watch the games.” I wink.

“I never miss one.”

We finish saying our goodbyes and he and Sheryll take off, and then it’s just me and Torre and this dark shadow of tension looming between us.

“Come on. I parked over here.”

My palms are sweating as I pull my keys from my pocket. I’ve been in some of the most intense situations on the field, seconds left on the clock of a tied game, and I have never felt this nervous. I stop by her door, opening it for her, trying to ignore her sexy legs as she climbs up into the cab. Trying not to stare at her round ass, toned from all those years of cheer. Fuck. What I wouldn’t give to bury my head right between those cheeks and sink my tongue in.

I slam the door shut and storm to my side, taking a deep breath. Doing everything I can to force the feelings away on the exhale before I climb inside. A twenty-minute car ride now seems like an eternity.

“So which dorm are you in?” I start the car. She already has her face buried in her phone again. All night she was distracted by the thing, and being ignored by her pissed me off. I’m used to her being so excited to see me and chatting my ear off, but she was awfully quiet tonight.

“Ripley,” she states, not bothering to look up.

“The coed dorm?” What the hell? Why did they let her move into the coed dorm? “Why didn’t you put in for the all-girls dorm?” Now, every time she comes and goes, she’s going to have to deal with little creepers trying to hit on her. And if any of them get the wrong idea, they might try to barge in on her. I’m not fucking happy about this.

“I wanted to have my own bathroom and not have to use a communal one, so I chose Ripley.”

“Yeah, well, that building gets rowdy, so now you’re going to have to live with the noise, and guys trying to steal your panties from the laundry machine.” They’ll be stealing her little pink thongs and using them as cum rags. Fuck. “You need to carry pepper spray with you at all times. And never go down to the laundry room by yourself. Make sure your roommate is always with you. Understand?”

“Relax, Lukas.” She rolls her eyes. “There are security cameras everywhere in that building, and RAs on every floor. People are always coming and going, so no one’s going to do something. And if someone tries, all I have to do is scream for help and one of the hundreds who live there will hear me.”

God, she’s way too fucking naïve. If a guy muffles her mouth, she won’t be able to do anything. A girl as pretty as her is a target. And I’m not just talking about guys who would hurt her. I’m talking about guys who want to smooth talk her into their bed for the night so they can get a handful of all her tight little assets. Fuck. I’m really not fucking happy about this.

“I’m serious, Torre. A girl like you needs to be prepared.”

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