Page 5 of Forbidden Mischief
“Still rude, Zayne.” She glares at me.
I’m Goodby David Guetta and Bebe Rexha pounds through the speaker and Prudence jolts up off the log, grabs Asher’s hand, and pulls him to the sea of dancing bodies. She throws her hands up in the air, moving them in a circle as her hips move like she’s hula-hooping. Then she squats down and alternates kicking her legs out one after the other with her arms crossed before popping back up and vogueing.
Asher is laughing his ass off but joins her, just vogueing along with her and doing some moves that I think might be his version of the sprinkler. People step away from them and just stand, staring at them. Neither of them seems to notice, or if they do, they don’t care.
What in the ever-loving fuck is happening right now? School is going to be very interesting tomorrow. Seems my new stepbrother is full of surprises.
CHAPTER 3
ASHER
I’m up way before my alarm is set to go off. I hardly got any sleep last night, unable to shut my mind off. Yesterday was a lot to take in, with so many new changes happening back to back.
I’m at an unfamiliar house in a strange town. Now I’m about to start at a new school filled with strangers. I hate change. Wolves like consistency and structure. But I need to remind myself that this is for the better.
We’re safe here wherehecan’t hurt us. This change is good. I just hope it doesn’t fuck with me too much.
One thing that surprises me the most is that I’ve already made a friend. Rolling over, I grin into my pillow as I think about my time with Prudence last night.
I felt very out of place and not really eager to talk to anyone. I was not at all interested in the girls who were hitting on me. My sexuality isn’t something that’s a secret, but I don’t know them well enough to casually toss it out there.
So, I kept to the background like I wanted and just enjoyed the music from where I was sitting around the fire.
That was until Prudence came popping out of the bushes, chasing after a frog that was hopping away from her. I watched and smiled, her very colorful crocheted top and long seventies style skirt catching my attention.
When she gave up trying to catch the frog, she turned to leave and noticed me sitting there. Her face slipped into a big grin, and she invited herself to sit down.
She started talking a mile a minute, first about one thing, then she’d quickly move to the next. I didn’t mind, though, I kind of enjoyed not being expected to talk.
After a while, I felt at ease around her. Wolves have a keen sense of sniffing out who’s a good person and who isn’t. I knew right away, Prudence is as pure as they come.
So when she decided I washernew best friend, and she was going to pick me up for our first day of school today, I didn’t argue.
It’s better than being forced to sit in a car with Zayne. It’s not that I don’t like Zayne, it’s the complete opposite. What I got from being around him last night is he’s funny, has been kind to me and seems to be liked by everyone. He is nice enough to his friends, and has this cocky, confident vibe about him that’s just enough that he avoids coming off as an asshole.
But the reason why I don’t want to be stuck with him for any amount of time is because anytime I think of him, my thoughts wander to a dirty place. Thoughts I shouldn’t have about my stepbrother. It’s hard, though, because he’s so damn hot, and the more I think about him, the stiffer my cock gets.
Like right now. It’s not morning wood because I’ve been up for an hour. It’s the fact that I had a wet dream about Zayne and now it won’t go away.
Finally, my alarm goes off. Groaning, I roll out of bed, shutting the alarm off before padding sleepily over to the attached bathroom.
That’s another crazy thing, I get my own bathroom here. At the pack house, I had to share with so many people, there was never hot water by the time I got to shower.
Now, not only can I shower, but I can take a bath in a damn jacuzzi tub.
Rubbing my eyes, I grab a towel from the shelf and hang it up next to the shower. I turn it on nice and hot before getting in. Steam fills the space quickly and fuck, the pressure of the water feels amazing.
After washing my hair first, I work on my body, paying extra attention to my cock.
Groaning, I tip my head back as I let my soapy hand stroke up and down my shaft. My body tingles as pleasure shoots down my spine and right to my knot. “Fuck,” I groan, the image of Zayne on his knees, taking my cock deep into his mouth pops inside my head when it really shouldn’t.
But it doesn’t stop me from touching myself as I pick up the pace. I tighten the hold on my cock in a punishing grip, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.
Zayne bobs his head, taking me all the way every time. “Yes,” I breathe out, feeling my orgasm coming fast. I imagine him gagging from my size, forcing him to take all my cum, and wrap my free hand around my knot, giving it a squeeze.
Letting out a long groan, my cock jerks, sending cum shooting out and hitting the tile wall. It’s so damn much, I should be embarrassed. After my balls are empty, my chest heaves, and I feel a little guilty. I grab the shower head and spray off the walls, watching my cum disappear down the drain.
Shutting off the water, I pull my towel from the rack, dry off, and wrap it around my waist before heading back into my room.
