Jordy #3
The way my mindset had shifted made me realize that every time I’d ever gone on a date with a guy, or kissed one, or even pondered the idea of getting to know them, it was with the caveat that I couldn’t be with who I really wanted.
The second I’d realized that maybe Kieran was harboring feelings for me, my interest in any other alphas had completely vanished.
Was I being dramatic and rash over a little bit of making out and one sloppy, drunken handjob? Probably. But I had the tendency to be very single-minded. And I was used to getting the things I wanted.
WHEN I WOKE up a few hours later, I still had a good little bit of time before Dani would be coming to pick me up. I lounged in bed for a while, scrolling on my phone and watching videos until I felt like actually getting up.
Because I didn’t particularly care to impress anyone who would be at the party, I just pulled on some jeans and the varsity jacket I’d earned running track. It was summer, but with the way people kept their A/C cranked up to what I considered arctic levels, I usually wore a jacket wherever I went.
As I made my way down the stairs, I noticed Kieran sitting at the kitchen table with his back to me.
A little grin perked up the corner of my mouth as I slowed my steps so they would be silent.
Carefully letting my sock-clad foot lightly touch the kitchen floor, I held my breath so he couldn’t hear me.
I was always trying to sneak up and startle him, but it never actually worked.
“Don’t,” he warned. I paused in my movements, unsure if he was talking to me or maybe to his phone or something else. But when he slowly turned to make direct eye contact with me, I sighed. “Just stop trying,” he advised, like always. “You will never be able to sneak up on me.”
“I wasn’t being quiet?” I asked, trying not to pout. He didn’t shave every day, so his jaw was already stubbled with dark hair. I kind of loved when it was like that. I wanted him to nuzzle into my neck again so I could feel it scraping against my skin.
He gave me a slightly amused look, shaking his head a little. “You were quiet.”
“Then how come you heard me?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, before suddenly looking me up and down, his eyebrows furrowing. “Are you going somewhere?”
“Oh, yeah,” I answered, glancing down at myself. I would have usually been cozied up in my jammies by that point in the night. “Dani’s picking me up. We’re meeting her new boyfriend at a party.”
Moving to the refrigerator, I pulled out one of the meals I’d prepped at the beginning of the week.
I knew my family would have been willing to adapt to the diet I was forced to have if I’d really wanted them to, but I hated the idea of making anyone conform to something just for me.
Most of the time I just ate my own thing, and they ate theirs.
“What party?” He asked, and even though I wasn’t looking at him, I could practically feel unhappiness radiating off him. He was always so incredibly predictable. “Kevin’s party?”
I used to think that Kieran was just nosy, because he was always asking me who I was texting or where I was going. But now I was starting to think that it was more of a jealousy thing. I didn’t mind that. And especially now, when I could use it to my advantage.
“Yeah.” Popping the little pre-portioned container into the microwave to warm up the skinless chicken breast and brown rice, I went back into the refrigerator to pull out a bag of salad.
“Chester knows you’re going?”
“I texted him about it.”
My dad was overprotective, but he trusted me.
As long as I was willing to give him the address to the party so he knew where I was at.
And as always, I had to promise that if I started to feel even a tiny bit off, or if my glucose levels fluctuated too much in either direction, I’d come straight home. The usuals.
“Jordy, those guys are fucking idiots. They only go to parties so they can drink and get their balls drained.”
And what exactly had his intentions been with me the night before when he’d sucked on my tongue and pulled my dick out? But it wasn’t the time to play that card yet, so I held back.
I shrugged my shoulder, blinking innocently at him.
“So? What’s that got to do with me?”
“They’re fuckboys that hit on anything that moves. They’re definitely going to try to get with you.”
It took intense control of every cell in my body not to let the smugness I felt at his statement show on my face.
He was so jealous already, and nothing had even happened.
I knew he didn’t remember jerking me off, or the stuff he’d said, but could he somehow subconsciously tell that things had changed between us?
Is that why his jealousy was suddenly so much more pronounced?
Or was I imagining it because I knew things had changed?
“Well, that’s fine,” I said. “I can take care of myself.”
He scoffed, giving me a dry look. “Yeah, right.”
If he wanted to see me as some helpless little doll stumbling cluelessly around a party of deviants with full balls, then that was fine with me.
For the time being, anyway. I kind of liked the idea of him sitting at home stewing over what I might be doing.
Not that I actually would be doing anything.
“Oh good,” Dad remarked as he wandered into the kitchen a few minutes later. “You’re eating dinner. I was starting to get worried.”
I nodded, holding up my fork to show the leafy greens I’d stabbed from my salad bowl. “Sorry for the late dinner. I was just really tired.”
“Did you sleep okay last night?” He questioned, sliding into the seat next to me and giving me a concerned look.
“Just a weird night,” I answered. “Nothing to worry about.” When I glanced over to Kieran, his stare was so intense I felt like it could bore through my skin like a laser. He was definitely worried about what he might have said or done.
“Well, okay,” he relented, but didn’t sound happy about it. “If it happens again, let me know and we can have your doctor look into it.”
“Okay, Dad,” I answered agreeably, even though I was pretty sure my doctor wouldn’t have a cure for my hot stepbrother coming into my room and fondling me.
Mom waltzed into the room then, and asked me how my day was, so while I ate I chatted with them about the upcoming play at the center, and about Dani’s new boyfriend she was so excited about.
I left out the part about how I’d been roped into being a participant for the charity date auction, tucking that thought back into my brain for a later time.
Kieran was already looking so dark and stormy, I didn’t want to push him over the edge.
Yet. I’d pull it out when I wanted to actually drive him crazy with jealousy.
When Dani texted me that she was on the way, I headed into the living room to put on my sneakers and wait. I wasn’t surprised when Kieran followed behind, watching me closely.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” he warned me softly, so that our parents wouldn’t hear.
“Can you give me an example of what would be stupid?” I asked innocently, earning me a scowl.
“You know what I’m saying. Don’t play dumb.”
“No drinking, and no funny business,” Dad called from the kitchen, the same thing he always told me when I was going to hang out with friends. Funny business was the midwestern sex-talk-averse Dad lingo for anything they couldn’t show in a PG movie.
“Okay, Dad,” I called back, as always, before slyly glancing back over to Kieran. The tattoo at the base of his throat peeked up at me from above his shirt collar. I wanted to suck on it. “See?” I assured him. “No funny business.”
“Whatever.”
Dani’s car pulled into the driveway then, an absolutely perfect way to end the conversation.
I hopped up from the couch, purposely injecting an enthusiasm for the party into my movements that I didn’t actually feel.
Seeing him so worked up over me had that same euphoria from the night before crashing through my bloodstream. I felt addicted to his attention.
“Bye, Kieran.” I gave him a friendly little wave as I sailed past, like I had no idea how annoyed he was.
I had a sneaking suspicion that this whole get Kieran to admit he was into me thing was going to be really fun.