Extra Tight

Chapter 1

Chapter One

GOLDIE

“I don’t need a babysitter,” I tell my mom. Why is she doing this to me? “I’m eighteen. I think I can handle a week alone.” This place is locked up tight with a security system that’s like something from the future.

“You’re still in high school, Goldie,” my mom reminds me, and I fight not to roll my eyes. I don’t not want to be rude. “Let’s not forget about you sneaking out.”

“I wasn’t sneaking out!” I’m never going to live that down, and it’s all my stepbrother's fault. He still gets under my skin even when he’s on the other side of the continent. It really is quite the skill.

“You didn’t tell anyone where you were going. I don’t think Josie has been the best influence on you.”

“That’s not fair. She’s the only friend I’ve made here,” I remind her. Besides, Josie means well.

My mom was the one who moved us here right before my senior year started. I wasn’t mad about it. In fact, I’m crazy happy for my mom. She fell in love with a man who swept her off her feet, but we ended up having to move because of it.

To me, it wasn’t a big deal since I only had one year left of high school. Now I’m months away from graduation, and Josie is my only friend. She’s in a few of my classes, and we get along. She actually talks to me, unlike most of the other students. Everyone else already has their friend groups established and aren't looking for new people.

As much as I hate to admit it, my mom isn't wrong. Josie can be a bit wild, which is why I haven't mentioned it's her I'm going to be hanging out with. I didn't want to worry her any more than she already is.

“This is a big house. You won’t even notice Nash is here.”

Ha! I noticed Nash the second he entered my life. He’s my mysterious new stepbrother that’s always too busy to hang around us. Nash seems to enjoy shooting daggers at me while he’s super nice to my mom.

“Doesn’t he have work or something?”

“He owns his business,” my mom reminds me, as if I don’t know everything about Nash.

“Which means he’ll be all up in my business if he thinks he’s babysitting me.” He already calls me “little girl.” It must be because of my age because I’m not little. I’m actually extra curvy.

“Don’t be silly. Besides, he’s already agreed and is on his way.”

“Mom.” I groan before falling back onto the bed.

“This might be good for the two of you. We’re all a family now.” Mom comes over and stares down at me.

“Fine.” I give in because what else can I do?

I watch the anxiety drain from my mom’s face. John is taking her on a dream vacation to Fiji, and I don’t want her to worry while she’s gone. She’s always wanted to stay in one of those over-the-water huts, and he’s making it happen. My mom never imagined she would have the opportunity to experience something like this, and I’m so happy for her.

Before John, we lived in a tiny apartment, and she worked two jobs. He came along and swept her right into a fairy tale. It was sweet, and the man is hopelessly in love with her. I don’t think his first marriage was very good, and I’m pretty sure Nash was an accident. Kind of like I was. Where Nash’s dad married his mom, my father took off the second my mom saw two blue lines.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Mom leans down and kisses me on the cheek, and I pull her in for a hug. “I'm going to finish packing.”

“All right.” I sit up and watch her go before snagging my phone off my nightstand. I wonder when Nash will be here. I’m willing to bet he’s coming in on his fancy private jet that he probably flies supermodels on.

Josie: What’s the verdict?

Me: He’s still coming.

Josie: Sorry.

Josie knows how much I don’t care for my stepbrother. She knows who he is because the Rhodeses are kind of a big deal here. Nash didn’t really need his dad’s name because he’s brilliant in his own right. He chose to break away from his father’s business and started his own company.

Josie : We can still figure things out. I’ve been googling.

A link comes half a second later, and I click on it. I’ve been having issues that all started when Josie and I wanted to go for a swim. I was on my period and thought it would be the perfect time to try a tampon. Except I couldn't get it in.

When I started masturbating for the first time, not long after I’d met my new stepbrother, I touched the area around my clit. I tried to push a finger inside myself once or twice, but I could never get it all the way in.

The day I tried the tampon and it wouldn’t go, I told Josie my vagina was broken.

Josie: This might also be why your periods are so painful.

I keep reading the article that talks about some girls being too tight down there and how it can potentially exacerbate the pain associated with periods. There are also tips on how to try and fix the issue.

Me: It suggests surgery!

Josie: But it will be fixed! Then you can have sex.

There’s no way I'm asking my mom for surgery to stretch my vagina. How mortifying. I think that’s part of why I don’t want to bring it up. She’ll want to talk about me having sex and who I’m thinking of having sex with.

Nash’s stupid face comes to mind. Sex has been on my mind a lot lately in general. More than I’m willing to admit. It feels like I’m always horny, and no matter how often I masturbate, it’s not enough.

Josie says the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. Since I've known her, she hasn’t gotten under anyone, so I’m not sure if I can trust this idea.

I try googling things myself and end up falling into a few Reddit forums. I make a post of my own, and it’s not long before my inbox starts to fill up with private messages.

“Oh my god!” I’m horrified by the dick pic someone sent me and throw my phone across the room.

“Hello to you too.”

I gasp as I sit up in bed, and that’s when I see Nash standing in the doorway of my room. My phone is on the floor in front of him. Has he never heard of knocking?!

He starts to bend down to pick up my phone, and panic hits me. “No!” I scramble off the bed, dashing toward him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He holds the phone up over his head, and I jump, trying to get it from him. Why is he so damn tall? And why am I so short? This is bullshit.

“Give me my phone,” I demand.

“What’s on it that you don’t want me to see?” He turns it around so he can see the screen but keeps it up in the air out of my reach.

“Give it back, you jerk!” I jump higher and notice the screen is locked. “Thank God.” I stop jumping and sigh with relief before I drop my head against his chest. His rich scent surrounds me, and that’s when I realize what I’m doing. “Oh crap.” I hop backward to put distance between us. Was I really rubbing up against him while jumping?

"Unlock it," he orders.

"No." I take another two steps back as I look him over.

He's in slacks and a button-down shirt. The sleeves are rolled up, giving me a view of his forearms, and I’m surprised to see he’s got tattoos. I didn't know he had any because he’s always in a suit. Normally Nash wears a tie and jacket, but right now, they are long gone.

"Who are you texting?"

"Josie."

"You're lying."

"Actually, it’s the truth." I hold my hand out, waiting for him to give me my phone back. Nash glares at me, causing my knees to weaken. I think it's supposed to scare me, and it does, but not in the way he's imagining or hoping, I'm sure. I'm the annoying little girl that has taken over his family home.

“Is this the same Josie you snuck out with a few weeks ago?"

"I know you’re the one who snitched on me." Now I’m the one glaring at him.

I'm beginning to believe that he and the sophisticated security system he has on this house have eyes everywhere.

His smirk is brief before it swiftly slides away. "She took you to a party."

"So? I'm a senior in high school."

"You're a little girl."

"Not anymore." I have an urge to challenge the issue with him.

"Goldie." He says my name like a warning as he steps toward me. "I promise you it's for your own good that I keep thinking of you as a little girl."

Without another word, Nash turns away and leaves me standing there. I’m wondering what the hell that means as he closes the door behind him.

Shit, he still has my phone!