Page 13 of His Stubborn Girl

“All right. Well, we need to take a trip to Target, so I’ll let you know when we get the shelves.”

And that’s her way of pushing me out the door.

“I’ll get going then. But just remember. No boys in here and no parties.”

“It’s a coed dorm, Luke.”

“And there are still rules, Torrin.”

She grumbles about me being bossy, but I ignore her comment and pull her in for a hug.

“Behave, sis.” I squeeze tightly, taking in a deep breath of her sweet scent. God, she smells good. Too fucking good.

“Yes, daddy. I’ll be a good little girl.”

I almost pull out of her hold as that word rocks through me. It’s like thunder storming low in my gut, and the perversion starts burning hot in my blood. She’s a naughty little girl for saying it and deserves to get spanked. And if this were my dream, that’s exactly what would happen.

I step away before she feels my bulge pressing into her hip. It’s time for me to get the fuck out of here.

“Text me about the shelves and I’ll come and install them. It was nice meeting you, Sophie.”

“Nice to meet you, too!”

9

Torrin

The door closes behind him and I rush into the bathroom, dousing my face in cold water. His lips against my ear had me in a near panic as my panties grew wet. Having him that close. Breathing him in. My delusional mind hallucinated, imagining he was hard. I felt something against my hip, probably his cell phone, and I almost rubbed up against him, ready to beg for a spanking.

It’s getting out of hand. The separation this summer, the anger, did nothing to erase these feelings, and now it’s an incurable disease.

“Your stepbrother is really nice,” Sophie says as I emerge from the bathroom, only feeling mildly calmer. We need to go shopping. That will be a good distraction.

“Yeah, but he can be a little overbearing at times. I know he means well though.” As much as I’d rather deny it, I know he’s worried about me.

“I wish I had a sibling. It would’ve been nice to have someone looking out for me at school. Someone to protect me from all the assholes.”

She told me how she had to change schools last year because she’d been bullied at her previous school. It sounded like hell from what she described. I can’t even imagine kids being that cruel to anyone. There were definitely some snooty girls at my school, but she’s right; no one ever crossed a line with me because of who my brother is.

“Well, if anyone gives you shit here, you let me know and I’ll sic Lukas on them.”

If there’s one thing Lukas is good at, it’s intimidating people. The looks on the guys’ faces outside were laughable. As soon as Luke walked up, it looked like they wanted to bolt. All I know is they’ll probably never talk to me again. The way he was acting gave the impression that he’s my boyfriend. Which I’m kind of okay with. They had that whole “I’m all that” vibe going and were giving me the ick. I didn’t want them to come knocking on my door, but now, I don’t think they’ll even smile at me if I pass them.

“Are you ready to go to Target?” I ask. It’s time for that much-needed distraction.

“Yep. All set.”

10

Lukas

“You pansies better be ready to bring it tomorrow. Today was weak.”

Coach storms off the field, and I see the team deflate. The pride dropping low in their shoulders. The excitement in their eyes dimming by the day. We worked our asses off today, left our sweat on the field, yet it still wasn’t good enough. I don’t know what the man wants from us. But I do know that if the guys keep getting beaten down like this, they’re going to lose their spirit and we really will lose the game this weekend.

“You guys killed it today.” I turn to them. “If you perform like that on Saturday, we’re going to sweep the field and take the win by a landslide. You’ve all been giving everything you’ve got on that field and it shows. And don’t think Coach doesn’t see it. His goal is to make us think we need to do better so that we push ourselves, but deep down he knows we’re crushing it. Now, go get cleaned up and we’ll see you back out here tomorrow.”

Travis leads the chant, and we break huddle, the guys taking off for the locker room, and me, taking a damn breather. If Coach keeps this up, I’m going to have to say something, whether it comes back to bite me in the ass or not. He’s supposed to guide and motivate, build us up, make us better, but he’s making everyone feel like shit.

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