Chapter 9
Wynter
“Still studying?”
“What else is there for me to do here? You’ve confiscated my keys, so it’s not like I can leave.” Though, it was good that I got some studying done. I was really falling behind.
“You up for a study break to grab some dinner with me?”
“Yeah, I could definitely eat. But please tell me you’re going to shower first. You stink.”
He smells like sweat, and is covered in grease.
“I smell like a man.” He smirks, kicking off his work boots. “What are you in the mood for?”
“Anything greasy.” The fridge in this place looks like the produce section of the grocery store. Now, I know why these guys stay so trim and fit. They eat steamed chicken and salads all day long.
“You want something greasy.” He holds up his hands to show me his palms and they’re black.
Caked with motor grease and grime from working on the cars all day.
I shake my head, telling him gross, and he lunges for me, threatening to tickle me with those hands.
I grab his pillow for protection, holding it over my body and laughing at his goofiness.
“Let me get showered and I’ll take you to the diner for burgers. Is that greasy enough?”
“Sounds better than another salad. You guys eat like girls.”
“Hey, now.” He cuts me a glare. “Don’t mock the fact that we like to eat our veggies. How else do you expect us to keep our figures?”
He shrugs out of the top of his coveralls, letting them fall to his waist, giving me a full view of all the ripples and ink I was running my hands over last night. His body is unnervingly sexy. Chiseled and inked. And glistening with a sheen of sweat. He’s exactly my type.
I drop my eyes back to my computer, trying not to drool. The last thing I want is for him to see the attraction burning in my cheeks.
“Finish up, so we can go eat when I’m done. I’m starving.”
The click of the bathroom door closing lets me know it’s safe to breathe again. I look up, hearing the shower turn on. That gives me fifteen minutes to get myself under control. I need to flush away these thoughts. Vale’s my stepbrother. Being attracted to that man is out of the question.
I drop my head back to my screen, needing to save my work before I close out of my class.
The sound of the bathroom door opening has me lifting my head again.
Vale must need to grab a change of clothes.
He didn’t take anything in with him. But one glimpse of his naked body, his head dropped back under the running water, eyes closed tight, and I realize the door must’ve come open on its own.
I should look away, get up, and shut his door, but I don’t. I sit frozen in my spot, watching his muscles flex under the hot stream. Watching the water run down his abs like a cascading waterfall. Running right down his trail of hair. Right over his coarse curls. Right over his…
I swallow hard, my entire body overheating.
He’s so big. Thick and long. My pulse starts to race as I watch his soapy hands glide down his chest, running through his pubes, and then right over his shaft.
He takes it in his hand, giving it a thorough wash.
Pumping it in his sudsy palm. It’s growing stiff.
But I suppose they all do when they get touched. Though, he doesn’t stop.
His hand keeps stroking. Up and down. Lathering and lathering.
And my stomach flutters. I need to look away.
It’s wrong for me to watch, forbidden. But I can’t tear my eyes off him.
His cock is so thick and tight and purple.
His firm grip fisting it faster. His entire body is tense.
Shoulders… abs… They’re all locked tight as he concentrates on his release.
A groan rumbles from his throat, and my eyes dart up, watching his face.
It’s just as intense. Strained under his need.
The vein on the side of his neck is bulged and pulsing, and his jaw is cinched tight.
He suddenly rocks forward, catching himself against the wall, bracing for the onslaught of what’s coming.
My entire body is on edge. My stomach is tightening, and my panties are feeling the warmth that’s caught fire.
I clench my legs together, trying to grasp onto the feeling, but I need something between my legs. My fingers. A pillow. Something to rub on. But that feels wrong. I shouldn’t even be getting off on this. He’s my stepbrother. But I didn’t live with him for the first eleven years of my life.
Another grunt has my eyes sliding back down to his cock.
His hand and shaft are fully covered in the froth of the bubbles.
The muscles of his forearm are straining to pump faster.
I fight my own groan. My entire body is fluttering.
His other hand pounds on the tile and his teeth sink into skin, fighting back the sounds as the shudders start to rock his body.
His cum pumps down the drain. Stream after stream of his thick cream.
The tension hasn’t let up yet. It’s still rigid within his muscles.
But as his breathing starts to even out, it slowly seems to dissipate.
His body slumps forward, and mine envies the release.
I clench my thighs together, trying to shut it down, but it offers no relief.
When he pushes back off the wall, starting to turn to face the spray of the shower head, my panic sets in.
I reach for my bag and grab my smokes before I dart from the room.
At some point, he’s going to realize the door was open, and I don’t want to be present when he does.
I’ll act like I came outside for a smoke, sparing us both the embarrassment.
I shouldn’t have watched. Now, I’ll never get the image out of my head.
He was so raw and rough. So undeniably sexy.
I pull out a smoke as soon as I step outside, lighting up as if my nerves depend on it. At this moment, they do.
“Your brother know you smoke?”
The gravelly voice saddles up next to me. It’s Cage. The one who looks like Ken’s rough and rugged biker twin. He pulls out a smoke from his left front pocket, and I flick my lighter for him, watching as he leans in. His eyes never leave mine as he takes a deep drag.
“What’s your story, doll?” He breathes on his exhale. I bet the girls love him. He’s got that smooth charm, and confidence oozing out of every pore. His eyes are a crystal blue, so light they make him look like a wolf. That’s exactly what he reminds me of. A wolf stalking his prey.
“Don’t have a story.” I draw another drag, feeling it burn in my lungs. The panic is starting to settle. Thank fuck because pretty soon I have to face Vale.
“Everyone has a story. What about that nose ring you got? Bet there’s a story around that.”
“I was bored.” I shrug, releasing my smoke into little ringlets, one inside another.
“Cool trick. Here. Watch this.”
He takes another drag and then exhales it from his mouth and nostrils at the same time. Just like a dragon.
“That’s cool.”
“So, how come you’re here, Wynter?”
Those crystal eyes are back on me, hunting for my secrets. Though from that jagged scar running up his neck, I’m guessing he has secrets of his own.
“Because Vale… I mean Dagger brought me here.” It’s hard for me to remember that he has an entirely different identity here.
“Do you always avoid answering questions? Why did he bring you here?”
I’m not avoiding. Just not used to anyone ever asking me such pointed questions.
“Because my family doesn’t want to accept the fact that I’m almost twenty-one years old and I want to drink and party like all the other college kids.” And because I was starting to self-destruct.
He takes another drag, studying me closer. I think he can see through the lie. He’s a smart wolf. Sharp and intuitive. And lurking a little too close to the perimeter of my secrets.
“Do you have a boyfriend, doll?”
The question catches me off guard. He’s a good-looking man. Almost as good looking as Vale. But I’m not interested.
“No. I’m not exactly girlfriend material. Too fucked up for guys to handle me.”
This wolf is too trusting. I just revealed more than I should.
“You just haven’t met the right one yet. You need a strong man, babe. Someone who doesn’t shy away from strength.”
Strength? The wolf has it wrong. I’m not strong. I’m weaker than anyone I know.