Page 62 of Sugar Rush
“I’m not answering that.”
“You don’t have to, I already know you would,” he said wryly. “So if you want to be with me, and I want to be with you, and it’s not about the whole stepbrother thing, then I just don’t know what could possibly be the issue.”
“Now let me askyoua simple question,” I asserted, even though I just wanted the conversation to be over. “I want you to imagine a scenario in your head. There’s this guy. He’s super smart, valedictorian, got into his first choice college. Charms everybody he comes across. He’s going places.”
Rolling his eyes, he sighed. “Yeah, what about him?”
“Now I want you to think about what kind of boyfriend a guy like that should have.” He opened his mouth to respond, but I cut him off before he could. “If we were talking about anyone else, there’s no way in hell you’d have said some struggling artist college dropout that still can’t even cope with the shit that happened when I was a kid.” I hadn’t meant to say the last part, but words just kept tumbling out of my mouth.
Looking genuinely shocked, an expression I almost never saw on his face, Jordy shook his head. “Kieran…”
“I know you’re infatuated with me, and I’m making it worse because I can’t turn you away, but you have to know that I’m not the kind of guy you’re supposed to be with. And…” I halted mywords, for just a second, before steeling up the courage to keep going. “And I know once you leave for school you’ll realize that. Once you get some distance, you’ll see me for what I am.”
“A struggling artist college dropout with coping problems?” He recited flatly, raising an eyebrow.
“That, and… You know how mad I get, Jordy. It’s not normal. You-” I stopped again. I didn’t want to sound like I was blaming him. It wasn’t his fault that seeing him with other guys turned me into a violent psychopath. “I can’t help it. I don’t know how to stop. I don’t want to end up hurting you.”
More than I already had, anyway.
I watched as he slowly blinked, sweeping his dark lashes down over his eyes a couple of times before he shifted his hips on me again like he was getting comfortable. I couldn’t exactly read the expression on his face, but it was oddly affectionate for the situation. Like I’d reminded him of something that made him really happy.
“I know why you get so mad,” he finally said. “It’s fine. It’ll get better.”
Confused, I gave him an odd look. “Well, I wish you’d tell me, since you know so damn much.”
He sank further down onto my chest, bringing his face close to mine. “I don’t think you’re ready to know yet.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean? But before I could ask, he was gripping the bottom of his shirt, slipping it off and tossing it aside.
The slender muscles in his torso flexed and rippled with the movement, dragging my attention to his body whether I liked it or not.
“What are you doing?” I asked incredulously, when he moved on to my shirt, pushing it up past my abs and tugging at it to try and get it off.
“You seriously can’t figure that out?”
“Aren’t you sore?” I asked, trying not to cringe with guilt as it occurred to me. What kind of inconsiderate prick would knot inside a virgin, anyway?
“Not anymore,” he said, and then I remembered why he wasn’t.
Semen from alphas had healing properties to keep omegas from getting sore from constant sex during their heats, just like how our saliva had healing properties to help close up the bite wound when we marked our mate. At least my body had taken care of that part for me, and he wasn’t suffering.
As usual, I was torn in two directions when it came to my stepbrother. But I’d already fucked him, it wasn’t like I could take it back. The least I could do was try to make it up to him this time, since I’d been so aggressive on the beach.
Or was I just trying to convince myself?
“Wait,” I said, pressing down on his hands. His gaze flicked up from my body to my eyes, looking shadowed. My pulse tripped, then sped up. “At least let me do it right this time.”
Relief flickered over his face before he answered. “Did you do it wrong before?”
“Kind of.”
“It felt right to me,” he said, and the obvious appreciation in his voice sent pride coursing through me, swelling up my ego and my dick. I wasn’t supposed to feel that way, but when the sexiest omega in the world was straddling me and practically begging me for another round, it was somewhat unavoidable.
“What would you know?” I countered, and he smirked, raising an eyebrow.
“If you’re so concerned about my inexperience, then teach me.”
Gliding my hands up his slender thighs, I grasped his hips. His skin was perfectly smooth and pale without so much as a blemish marring it. It was almost obscene the way my inked uphands looked on him, my long fingers digging into the soft flesh. Holding him tightly, I bucked up and rolled so he was on his back as I hulked over him.
