Page 11 of His Stubborn Girl

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Her head whips up, those cloudy eyes sharply trying to cut down my nerves. “A girl like me? Do you think I’m too stupid and will put myself in shitty situations?”

“No, I don’t think you’re stupid.” She’s one of the smartest girls I know. “I think you’re too fucking gorgeous, babe.” Shit, that word slipped out on accident. My eyes turn back to the road before they trail down every curve of her body, drooling over those perky little tits. I had a hard time at dinner keeping my attention off them. Studying the size of my palms and wondering if they’d be bigger than a handful. They look like a full c with tight little nipples that pebbled up under her shirt when the air gave her a chill. They were peaked for most of dinner and all I could think about was wrapping my lips around them and warming them up for her.

With the attitude she was throwing me, I kept thinking a good, hard orgasm would calm her ass down. Every inch of her is tempting. Even down to her dainty little fingers, which look like they’d barely fit around my shaft. Then you get to her face. Bluish gray eyes the color of a cloudy sky. Plump little lips the shade of a rose. She’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. And I know those little punks in her dorm are going to try to weasel their way into her sexy little panties. She’s fresh meat on campus. Grade A prime.

“Look.” I glance over as the awkward silence beats a second too long. “I’m just worried about you. I don’t want to see my little sister getting hurt. So, for me, can you please carry the pepper spray?”

The way she’s looking at me makes me uncomfortable, but I can’t reach between my legs and adjust myself or she’ll know what a sick bastard I am.

“Fine.” She huffs. “I’ll make sure I’m armed and dangerous.” Her attention goes back down to her phone. “Where do I buy the stuff?”

“Don’t get it online. I’ll get you some and teach you how to use it.”

“Are you going to be my test subject?” She gives me a cheeky little smirk, and the image that forms in my mind stains my pants with bad intentions. If she wants me to be the test subject, I’ll prove exactly why she needs it to begin with. I’ll pin her down and lock her under my hips. Only, she won’t be able to get free.

“Do you like your roommate?” The words rush out. It’s time to change the subject before I go deeper down that path to hell.

“Yeah. Sophie’s great. We’ve been talking online all summer, so it feels like we’re already close friends.”

“That’s not the only thing you were doing this summer.” It sounds like she got pretty close to Corbin Makerson. I’m fucking livid he had the nerve to go after my sister. That just goes against bro code. “You want to tell me what the hell you were doing with Makerson?”

“Calm down, Lukas. He’s a nice guy and you know it.”

“A nice guy wouldn’t go and fuck his buddy’s sister.” Just the thought of him touching her makes me want to punch his lights out. The jealousy is so fucking intense it’s hard to rein it in. “I’m going to kick his ass the next time I see him.”

“No, you aren’t, Lukas. He didn’t fuck me. My virginity is still intact, so you aren’t going to do anything to him. All we did was hang out.”

Fuck me. Shit, I did not need to know that. Now, my balls are drawing up and throbbing between my legs. How the hell did a girl as pretty as her make it out of high school a virgin? I know she had a few long-term boyfriends. And she was a cheerleader. Every guy on the team would’ve been trying to get between her legs. I’m her stepbrother, andIwant between her legs.

“Is there something you’re not telling me, sis?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you into girls?” It’s the only reason I can come up with to explain how one of the most popular girls at her school never fucked around. If our family were religious, I’d understand, but we’re not. And it’s not like Torre is shy or awkward.

“No, I’m not into girls. Just because I decided not to have sex with everyone like you, doesn’t mean I’m a lesbian. The guys at my school were immature idiots, and I never wanted to waste my virginity on someone who couldn’t even figure out how to get me off with his fingers.”

My hands clench around the steering wheel, trying not to veer off the road. What the hell were those guys doing? It’s not that hard. You just have to pet the bean nice and soft and it will pulse right over the edge for you. Fuck. The urge to pull over and run my fingers between her legs, give her what she’s been deprived of, is fighting every string of my sanity. I would have her dripping down my wrist and begging for another. Just like she does in my dreams. She’s a fiend for me in my sleep. Always spreading her legs and showing me how swollen she is through her panties. Looking at me with pride and heat for being a good girl and poking out for me.FUCK!

“I don’t fuck around with everyone,” I state, trying to direct my thoughts back to the conversation. In spite of what she thinks of me, I’m not a player. Maybe when I was younger I was, but not anymore. “I haven’t slept with anyone since…spring.” I don’t even want to utter Stacey’s name. She’s someone I regret ever getting involved with, but I was trying to help Torrin’s chance of making the squad.

I saw the way Stacey was treating my sister on the first day of cheerleading practice, and I figured I’d intervene. But then Torre decided not to try out. And now Stacey won’t leave me the fuck alone. She keeps coming up to me after practice and practically throws herself at me, offering to come shower with me and give me a thorough wash-down. You’d think by now the girl would take a hint. But she doesn’t.

“I call bullshit.” Torre shifts in her seat to face me. “Do you not realize that every girl tags you in their photos? You’ve been dating girls all summer. And I know the real reason you didn’t make it home for Father’s Day. It wasn’t because you had a charity event with the team. It was because you were too busy getting hosed down by a bunch of sluts.”

I pull into her parking lot, squealing into the first available spot and slamming the car into park.

“The team was hosting a car wash, and we invited the Deltas to come help. A lot more people stop for girls dressed in bikinis than they do for us guys.” And we made a hell of a lot of money that weekend. “It was a fundraiser for a charity, and numerous girls were snapping pictures of us, but it doesn’t mean I slept with any of them.” I probably should’ve because then maybe I wouldn’t be so fucking hard for my sister. I just wasn’t interested in any of them. And my dick won’t even stir anymore unless I’m thinking about her cloudy blue eyes, which are glaring me down right now.

“And what about all the other times? Lounging poolside with girls. Partying. It didn’t exactly look like you were training all day long.”

“What? Are you keeping tabs on me now?”

“Excuse me for wanting to know how my brother is doing. I actually give a shit about my family and was checking in. Making sure you’re okay. It’s the only way I can find out what’s going on in your life because it’s not like you call or text.”

The reason I didn’t reach out is because I do care. I needed to get out of that house. I was trying to purge myself of these feelings. I never picked up the phone because I was afraid her sweet voice would make things worse.

“I do care, Torrin. I’ve just been busy this summer. I’ve had a lot going on.”

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