Page 26 of Sugar Rush
“Alright, alright,” I grumbled, even though I was 99% sure she wouldn’t really fire me. “There’s nothing to tell, anyway.” There was too much to tell. “What do you even want to know?”
“All I really want to know is what’s got you so down. Is he treating you bad or stressing you out?”
“It’s not really him that’s stressing me out,” I admitted. “It’s…” I trailed off, gesturing widely. “It’s just the situation.”
“You didn’t knock him up, did you?” She guessed, wincing.
“No! God,” I groaned, pressing my palms into my eyes to ward off that particularly horrifying thought. “Nothing like that. It’s just that… I can’t really be with him like I want. And it’s hard. But I’ll get over it,” I promised. “I’ll try harder.”
“You’re doing fine, kid,” she said, moving around the counter to rub my back in comforting circles. “You don’t have to worry about trying harder. So what’s the deal? What’s this big issue?”
“I really,reallydon’t want to talk about that part,” I said, trying to inject as much pleading into my voice as I could. I knew she probably wouldn’t judge me, but… I wasn’t ready to voice all the fucked up shit yet.
“Alright,” she conceded. “You’ve said enough. Just remember that if it’s meant to be, it’ll be.”
“Yeah, I know.” And Jordy Nolan and I were most definitely not meant to be.
“Why don’t you head out early and get some sleep?” She suggested, jerking her chin toward the door. “Henry and I can handle the rest of the walk-ins for today.”
“Really?”
“Only if you promise you’ll get some rest and stop brooding about your little darling. What’s his name, anyway?”
I hesitated, racking my brain for if I’d ever mentioned his name to her before in the context of being my stepbrother. I was almost completely sure I hadn’t.
“Jordy.”
“That’s cute,” she remarked, giving me a satisfied little smirk because she’d finally succeeded in prying my private information out of me. If she ever did meet Jordy, she’d probably love him because he was a champion at nagging, justlike her. “Alright, get some rest and you better come back in looking refreshed or there’ll be hell to pay.”
“Aye-aye, captain.”
JORDY
I’D GIVEN HIMa few days to sulk and brood over making out with me in the driveway, because I knew he’d need a little time to come to terms with everything. Not only the fact that I’d caught him in an obvious lie and made him look like an idiot but I’d also completely contradicted everything he’d claimed to want. I’d have been a little embarrassed if I was him, so it was only fair to give him some breathing room. Plus, despite being the metaphorical winner of that exchange, I was still pretty annoyed with him. Lie or not, him telling me to my face that I wasn’t his type and that he wasflatteredby my crush was irritating.
But I’d taken my time to pout and sulk and get over that part, too. Now it was time to take the next step in my attempt to knock some sense into my stupidly stubborn stepbrother, and make him understand that turning me away wasn’t going to work.
Today’s plan was the most intrusive of anything I’d done so far. I felt a little bad about invading his privacy, but if everything went well then he’d never know about it. And maybe I wouldn’t find anything interesting and it would be a waste of time anyway.
It was the middle of the day and everyone else in the house was gone working. I was used to having stuff to do all the time, but everyone had advised me to take it easy over the summer before starting college so I didn’t feel tired and overwhelmed at school. I’d watched a ton of TV already, scrolled through a billionapps, and re-read a bunch of the books on my bookshelf. I was sufficiently whelmed.
When my phone vibrated briefly on my nightstand, I rolled over from my comfy lounging position on my bed to grab it. Opening up my texts, I saw I had a new one alongside all the notifications from group chats I was in. I didn’t recognize the number and it wasn’t registered as a known contact. It just saidhiand nothing else. A scam or some nobody I wasn’t interested in talking to, anyway. Ignoring it, I slipped out of the room, quietly padding over to Kieran’s bedroom door. It was closed, like always.
Creaking it open, I had a brief moment of hesitation before walking in. We didn’t generally hang out in each other’s bedrooms. Except when he was falling down drunk, apparently.
His room was mostly clean, with a few random articles of clothing here and there. But nothing gross like cups with sticky drink hardening in the bottom or food wrappers. There were a few posters up, showcasing obscure punk bands that I didn’t listen to and some moody art pieces. And it smelled kind of masculine and pleasant.
I picked up the black hoodie he had hanging over the back of a chair, holding it to my face and breathing it in. The warm and spicy scent that was uniquely Kieran flooded my nose, and tingles spread up my whole body. Shrugging my arms into the sleeves, I hugged it tight around me. Like all his clothes, it swallowed up my form and reminded me how much bigger he was.
His laptop was sitting on the dark bedspread. That’s what I’d really come in for. I glanced out of his window down into our driveway to be sure no one was spontaneously home early, before plunking down and prying it open.
An app for creating art was up on the screen, and I could see he was in the middle of designing a cool Japanese style frogholding a katana. Probably a tattoo someone had booked with him. Minimizing it, I navigated to his web browser and clicked to view his history.
It took a good little bit of scrolling to get to the good stuff, which I guess was a good thing. It meant he wasn’t a crazed porn addict or anything. But once the X-rated links started showing up on the list, I could feel a slow, smug smile carve itself across my face.
Bringing up video after video from his history list, it was instantly apparent that Kieran definitely had a type. And that type was looking pretty damn familiar. Most of the videos were solo, just male omegas jerking off or fucking themselves with toys. But they all had a pretty similar look. They were all small and cute and blond, which was coincidentally also how I would have described myself.
The handful of videos that weren’t just omegas didn’t have anything too intimidating or freaky in them. Just slim pretty boys moaning their brains out while getting absolutely railed by enthusiastic alphas. I noticed one particular similarity in all of them, though. In every single video that had an alpha in it, the omega ended up squirming and crying in ecstasy, impaled on a thick knot.
