I always thought that junior year was meant to be the calm before the storm, so to speak, but so far it’s been nothing but hard work.
With my purse and duffle over my shoulder, I say my goodbyes and head out to the parking lot.
If I’m lucky, he’ll have stolen someone else’s car today and he won’t be home.
Deciding to check my cell before showing up at home today, I pull it from my purse the second I’m in the car. My heart sinks the second I see a message from Mom. What now?
Mom: Family meal tonight. 7PM. Do not be late.
Groaning, I drop my head back on the headrest and close my eyes.
All I want to do is go home to my quiet house and sleep. Why do I get the impression that’s not going to be happening anytime soon?
Blowing out a long breath, I rev the engine and make my way home to see what delights tonight might hold.
6
Ashton
It’s been a long ass day with only what’s left of my weed and the memories of how she reacted to me last night filling my mind.
Fuck if her curvy little body didn’t speak to me in a way it shouldn’t. If her pert nipples that were hiding behind that thin fabric weren’t just begging for me to take them into my mouth.
I wonder if anyone has ever touched her like I did last night. I wonder if me following through on my threat of taking whatever I want when I want might be a bigger deal to daddy’s little princess than it might be to others. The way her eyes widened as I touched her sure leads me to believe that it’s not something that’s happened all that often.
A smile curls at my lips. Taking that from her sure would be a way to prove a point.
I had hopes for what my stepsister would be like. And as it’s turning out, she’s exactly what I was dreaming of. Hot, innocent, and totally unsuspecting.
Rubbing my hands together, I push from the bed and pull my jersey over my head. I stare at my name on the back and wonder if I’ll ever be allowed to play again after this. Probably not. Football is the only thing that’s kept me at that shitty school this long. Without it, I have no reason to be there when I could be working and helping provide for Mom and me.
Dropping it beside my bag, I push my sweats from my hips and walk toward the connected bathroom to shower before this lovely family meal Lisa intercepted me to talk about earlier. I only wanted a fucking sandwich, but instead I ended up having to endure my overly happy stepmother wanting to know my preferences for tonight’s food. I’m an eighteen-year-old guy, put anything edible in front of me and I’ll eat it. Clearly, she’s not used to having boys around. The thought makes me smile and takes me back to my earlier musings about her possibly innocent daughter.
After a quick shower, I pull on a fresh set of clothes and run some gel through my hair. That’s about all the effort they’re going to get out of me for this inevitable shit show.
Not wanting to go downstairs early and give the impression I’m looking forward to this despite the fact I’m fucking starving, I equally don’t want to sit here waiting. Deciding that I need some entertainment, I pull the door open and turn toward the one with my little toy inside.
I know she’s there, she’s been home a couple of hours. It’s taken more restraint than I thought possible to stay locked inside my room this long, knowing that she’s only on the other side of the door.
Something akin to excitement tingles in my stomach as I place my hand on her doorknob and twist.
I’m expecting her to see me immediately and for her to attempt to rip me a new one, but to my delight, the room is empty. The only evidence of where she is comes courtesy of the steam billowing from her bathroom.
I glance to her bed with all her homework strewn across it, trying to decide what my next move is going to be.
I’m just walking back from the window when she appears in the doorway, clutching a fluffy towel around her body.
“Get the fuck out,” she shouts loud enough to alert our parents downstairs.
Racing over, I press my palm to her mouth to stop her from doing it again. I continue pushing her until she’s backed up against the wall.
Her angry eyes stare up at me as her chest begins to heave.
“You seem to be in a vulnerable position right now, don’t you think?” At my words, her grip on the towel tightens. It’s amusing that she thinks she has any power right now. If I wanted to rip it from her body, I could in one swift move, I have no doubt of that.
The tension between us crackles as we stare at each other, the only sounds that can be heard is that of our increased breaths.
Breaking our connection, I run my eyes over her face. A darkening bruise on her cheek catches my eye and I lift my fingers to run over it, releasing her mouth once I’m confident that she’s not going to scream again.
She flinches like it hurts despite the fact I barely make contact.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who likes to fight dirty.”
Her brows draw together. “You think I…” She trails off with a shake of her head.
