Page 16 of Stepbrother's Obsession
Oh, Mom. If only you knew…
“It was fine. What are you two doing back already?”
She shrugs happily. “Oh, we just figured why buy a lake house if you don’t use it?” Mom’s lips twist, and she frowns. “You look…different. Have you been tanning? You’re absolutely glowing.”
Yeah, from getting fucked by an Adonis.
“Oh, just swimming a lot,” I lie.
Dinner is torture. The dynamic around the table is beyond awkward. Colt is doing his best to remain indifferent, barely acknowledging my existence. I get while he’s doing it and try not to take it personally.
Just before dessert, he presses his leg against mine under the table, and warmth cascades through me. It’s all I can do not to reach out and grab his cock.
“So what did you guys do while we were gone?” Jim asks, loading his plate with apple pie.
“I worked on the bike mostly,” Colt replies smoothly. “Repaired the dock after some storm damage.”
“Did Lily help?” Mom asks, seemingly pleased at the idea of us bonding.
Oh, we bonded, Mom. Just not in the way you think.
“Nah.” His dismissal is so sharp it stings, even though I know it’s an act. “She did her own thing.”
His words hurt more than they should, and I focus on pushing food around my plate. I know he’s protecting me, keeping his distance, but that doesn’t make it any easier.
My phone buzzes with a text. I glance down and see it’s from him.
Stop looking at me like that or I’m going to take you upstairs and pound you.
I bite my lip, forcing back a smile.
Like what?
Like you’re thinking about earlier.
Great, now I’m blushing. I hide my face with my hair, catching the attention of my mom. “You all right, honey? You look flushed.”
“Just tired,” I lie. “I think I’ll go to bed early.”
I escape quickly, taking the stairs two at a time. As soon as the door closes behind me, I slump down on my bed, caught in awhirlwind of emotions. The lingering euphoria of this afternoon and the brutal reality of our situation. The world feels heavy. My limbs weak.
My phone buzzes again:Garage. Midnight.
Three hours of pretending to sleep pass while my parents settle in. I count the heartbeats until I can see him again, adrenaline pumping through me.
At 11:58, I slip outside, barefoot and quiet, navigating the dark yard by the light of the moon. The garage door is cracked open, and I slide under to find Colt waiting inside, leaning against his motorcycle.
“This is dangerous,” I giggle, moving toward him, drawn by his invisible pull.
“Everything about us is dangerous.” He pulls me close, and I melt into his arms. “Doesn’t make it any less real.”
“But the way you acted at dinner—”
“It killed me.” He strokes my cheeks, his eyes threatening to undo me. “Pretending you don’t matter—”
I kiss him to shut him up, afraid of where he’s headed with this. His hands move across my body, as if relearning every inch of me in the dark. From the house, I hear my mom laugh loudly, jolting me like an electric shock.
“We can’t keep doing this,” I gasp, even as I lean closer.
