Chapter 8
8
Lukas
S he’s been giving me the cold shoulder ever since she got out of the car. Her tone crisp. Her glares sharp. And every time I ask her a question, I barely get a one-sentence answer. I think she’s pissed I didn’t come help her move into her dorm today. But I couldn’t. I’ve been so fucking nervous about seeing her.
All summer long I’ve been trying to erase these feelings, but she visits me almost nightly. The sight of her making my dick swell. Waking me up in a sweat. My body humping the bed, trying to fuck my dick into the sheets. I tried to distract myself with girls, but none of them made my dick budge. I couldn’t get past a first date. Finding myself bored and disinterested. But then Torrin shows up, her leggings showing off all her curves, her tank top showing off her cleavage… And fuck, my dick proved how thick the perversion still lives within my veins.
“Lukas.” Sheryll turns to me as we step out into the parking lot. “Would you mind giving Torrin a ride back to her dorm?”
“What?” My stepsister snaps her head around. “You’re not going to take me back?”
It doesn’t make sense for them to drive all that way to her place when the entrance to the highway is right in front of us.
“We have a six-hour drive ahead of us, sweetie. If we take you back, that will add another forty minutes. And you’re right on Lukas’s way home.”
I can see the reluctance in Torre’s eyes, and I suspect her wanting to ride with them has less to do with the fact that she wants to spend more time with them before they leave, and more to do with the fact that she doesn’t want to spend time with me. She’s definitely mad at me, and I’m not sure why.
“I know. I’m just not ready to say goodbye to you yet. But I understand. I know you need to get going.”
The tears forming in her eyes give me a good kick in the gut. I need to remember that she’s never been on her own before. Other than cheer camp and some sleepovers, she’s never been away from home. Her summers were spent at home. With me.
“We’re going to miss you, kiddo.” Her mom pulls her in for a hug, and the tear that slips down Torre’s cheek strong-arms my emotions. I need to be a better brother and make sure she gets settled into college life. I need to stop acting like an ass. In spite of the way my dick feels or the way my pulse races when I’m close to her, I’m not going to abandon my sister. This shit has to stop now.
“Keep an eye on her, son.” My dad pulls me in for a hug, pounding me on the back. “I don’t want anyone trying to take advantage of our girl.”
Me neither. I saw the way the guys were checking her out in the restaurant. Even the manager was giving her a look, feasting way too long for my liking. “I will, Dad. I’ll keep her safe.”
“And give us a call every once in a while, will you?”
“Yeah, I will. And make sure you watch the games.” I wink.
“I never miss one.”
We finish saying our goodbyes and he and Sheryll take off, and then it’s just me and Torre and this dark shadow of tension looming between us.
“Come on. I parked over here.”
My palms are sweating as I pull my keys from my pocket. I’ve been in some of the most intense situations on the field, seconds left on the clock of a tied game, and I have never felt this nervous. I stop by her door, opening it for her, trying to ignore her sexy legs as she climbs up into the cab. Trying not to stare at her round ass, toned from all those years of cheer. Fuck. What I wouldn’t give to bury my head right between those cheeks and sink my tongue in.
I slam the door shut and storm to my side, taking a deep breath. Doing everything I can to force the feelings away on the exhale before I climb inside. A twenty-minute car ride now seems like an eternity.
“So which dorm are you in?” I start the car. She already has her face buried in her phone again. All night she was distracted by the thing, and being ignored by her pissed me off. I’m used to her being so excited to see me and chatting my ear off, but she was awfully quiet tonight.
“Ripley,” she states, not bothering to look up.
“The coed dorm?” What the hell? Why did they let her move into the coed dorm? “Why didn’t you put in for the all-girls dorm?” Now, every time she comes and goes, she’s going to have to deal with little creepers trying to hit on her. And if any of them get the wrong idea, they might try to barge in on her. I’m not fucking happy about this.
“I wanted to have my own bathroom and not have to use a communal one, so I chose Ripley.”
“Yeah, well, that building gets rowdy, so now you’re going to have to live with the noise, and guys trying to steal your panties from the laundry machine.” They’ll be stealing her little pink thongs and using them as cum rags. Fuck. “You need to carry pepper spray with you at all times. And never go down to the laundry room by yourself. Make sure your roommate is always with you. Understand?”
“Relax, Lukas.” She rolls her eyes. “There are security cameras everywhere in that building, and RAs on every floor. People are always coming and going, so no one’s going to do something. And if someone tries, all I have to do is scream for help and one of the hundreds who live there will hear me.”
God, she’s way too fucking na?ve. If a guy muffles her mouth, she won’t be able to do anything. A girl as pretty as her is a target. And I’m not just talking about guys who would hurt her. I’m talking about guys who want to smooth talk her into their bed for the night so they can get a handful of all her tight little assets. Fuck. I’m really not fucking happy about this.
“I’m serious, Torre. A girl like you needs to be prepared.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Her head whips up, those cloudy eyes sharply trying to cut down my nerves. “A girl like me? Do you think I’m too stupid and will put myself in shitty situations?”
“No, I don’t think you’re stupid.” She’s one of the smartest girls I know. “I think you’re too fucking gorgeous, babe.” Shit, that word slipped out on accident. My eyes turn back to the road before they trail down every curve of her body, drooling over those perky little tits. I had a hard time at dinner keeping my attention off them. Studying the size of my palms and wondering if they’d be bigger than a handful. They look like a full c with tight little nipples that pebbled up under her shirt when the air gave her a chill. They were peaked for most of dinner and all I could think about was wrapping my lips around them and warming them up for her.
With the attitude she was throwing me, I kept thinking a good, hard orgasm would calm her ass down. Every inch of her is tempting. Even down to her dainty little fingers, which look like they’d barely fit around my shaft. Then you get to her face. Bluish gray eyes the color of a cloudy sky. Plump little lips the shade of a rose. She’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. And I know those little punks in her dorm are going to try to weasel their way into her sexy little panties. She’s fresh meat on campus. Grade A prime.
“Look.” I glance over as the awkward silence beats a second too long. “I’m just worried about you. I don’t want to see my little sister getting hurt. So, for me, can you please carry the pepper spray?”
The way she’s looking at me makes me uncomfortable, but I can’t reach between my legs and adjust myself or she’ll know what a sick bastard I am.
“Fine.” She huffs. “I’ll make sure I’m armed and dangerous.” Her attention goes back down to her phone. “Where do I buy the stuff?”
“Don’t get it online. I’ll get you some and teach you how to use it.”
“Are you going to be my test subject?” She gives me a cheeky little smirk, and the image that forms in my mind stains my pants with bad intentions. If she wants me to be the test subject, I’ll prove exactly why she needs it to begin with. I’ll pin her down and lock her under my hips. Only, she won’t be able to get free.
“Do you like your roommate?” The words rush out. It’s time to change the subject before I go deeper down that path to hell.
“Yeah. Sophie’s great. We’ve been talking online all summer, so it feels like we’re already close friends.”
“That’s not the only thing you were doing this summer.” It sounds like she got pretty close to Corbin Makerson. I’m fucking livid he had the nerve to go after my sister. That just goes against bro code. “You want to tell me what the hell you were doing with Makerson?”
“Calm down, Lukas. He’s a nice guy and you know it.”
“A nice guy wouldn’t go and fuck his buddy’s sister.” Just the thought of him touching her makes me want to punch his lights out. The jealousy is so fucking intense it’s hard to rein it in. “I’m going to kick his ass the next time I see him.”
“No, you aren’t, Lukas. He didn’t fuck me. My virginity is still intact, so you aren’t going to do anything to him. All we did was hang out.”
Fuck me. Shit, I did not need to know that. Now, my balls are drawing up and throbbing between my legs. How the hell did a girl as pretty as her make it out of high school a virgin? I know she had a few long-term boyfriends. And she was a cheerleader. Every guy on the team would’ve been trying to get between her legs. I’m her stepbrother, and I want between her legs.
“Is there something you’re not telling me, sis?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you into girls?” It’s the only reason I can come up with to explain how one of the most popular girls at her school never fucked around. If our family were religious, I’d understand, but we’re not. And it’s not like Torre is shy or awkward.
“No, I’m not into girls. Just because I decided not to have sex with everyone like you, doesn’t mean I’m a lesbian. The guys at my school were immature idiots, and I never wanted to waste my virginity on someone who couldn’t even figure out how to get me off with his fingers.”
My hands clench around the steering wheel, trying not to veer off the road. What the hell were those guys doing? It’s not that hard. You just have to pet the bean nice and soft and it will pulse right over the edge for you. Fuck. The urge to pull over and run my fingers between her legs, give her what she’s been deprived of, is fighting every string of my sanity. I would have her dripping down my wrist and begging for another. Just like she does in my dreams. She’s a fiend for me in my sleep. Always spreading her legs and showing me how swollen she is through her panties. Looking at me with pride and heat for being a good girl and poking out for me. FUCK!
“I don’t fuck around with everyone,” I state, trying to direct my thoughts back to the conversation. In spite of what she thinks of me, I’m not a player. Maybe when I was younger I was, but not anymore. “I haven’t slept with anyone since…spring.” I don’t even want to utter Stacey’s name. She’s someone I regret ever getting involved with, but I was trying to help Torrin’s chance of making the squad.
I saw the way Stacey was treating my sister on the first day of cheerleading practice, and I figured I’d intervene. But then Torre decided not to try out. And now Stacey won’t leave me the fuck alone. She keeps coming up to me after practice and practically throws herself at me, offering to come shower with me and give me a thorough wash-down. You’d think by now the girl would take a hint. But she doesn’t.
“I call bullshit.” Torre shifts in her seat to face me. “Do you not realize that every girl tags you in their photos? You’ve been dating girls all summer. And I know the real reason you didn’t make it home for Father’s Day. It wasn’t because you had a charity event with the team. It was because you were too busy getting hosed down by a bunch of sluts.”
I pull into her parking lot, squealing into the first available spot and slamming the car into park.
“The team was hosting a car wash, and we invited the Deltas to come help. A lot more people stop for girls dressed in bikinis than they do for us guys.” And we made a hell of a lot of money that weekend. “It was a fundraiser for a charity, and numerous girls were snapping pictures of us, but it doesn’t mean I slept with any of them.” I probably should’ve because then maybe I wouldn’t be so fucking hard for my sister. I just wasn’t interested in any of them. And my dick won’t even stir anymore unless I’m thinking about her cloudy blue eyes, which are glaring me down right now.
“And what about all the other times? Lounging poolside with girls. Partying. It didn’t exactly look like you were training all day long.”
“What? Are you keeping tabs on me now?”
“Excuse me for wanting to know how my brother is doing. I actually give a shit about my family and was checking in. Making sure you’re okay. It’s the only way I can find out what’s going on in your life because it’s not like you call or text.”
The reason I didn’t reach out is because I do care. I needed to get out of that house. I was trying to purge myself of these feelings. I never picked up the phone because I was afraid her sweet voice would make things worse.
“I do care, Torrin. I’ve just been busy this summer. I’ve had a lot going on.”
“Yes, I know. I’ve seen all the pictures.” She shakes her head and opens the door. “Thanks for the ride.” The door slams shut, and I slam my fists on the steering wheel. Things are so fucked up between us. This is not us. This is not how we used to be. We never fight. We’ve always been close. But the guilt and attraction are creating this toxic tension, and I can’t control it.
I put my truck in reverse, giving one last look at the door, wanting to make sure she gets inside safe before I leave. The door opens right as she reaches for it and three guys exit her building, stopping when they get one look at her. They all turn on their charming smiles, giving her a thorough once-over, and my fists clench my steering wheel. They need to stick their tongues back into their mouths, because those frat boys are not going to lay one finger on her. I shut my truck off and climb out, stalking up slowly, listening to them introduce themselves.
“I’m Torrin.” Her sweet voice trickles over me, causing a shiver under this humid night. “I’m on the fourth floor.” My fists clench tighter by my sides. She shouldn’t go around telling them where she lives. Now they’re going to be harassing her day and night.
“What room are you in? We’ll have to come up and say hi.” No fucking way. These little punks will be knocking down her door at three o’clock in the morning, doing everything they can to get her to give up that sweet cherry.
I step up to her back, wrapping my arm around her waist, glaring each one down slowly.
“It’s good to know my Torre has such great neighbors.” Their confidence shrinks when they see me, having to tilt their heads back. I’m not only taller, but I’m double their size in strength. And if they try to lay one finger on her, I’ll hurt them. “Now, if you’ll excuse us… You’re blocking the door.”
They quickly nod, shuffling out of our way. I hold the door open for Torre, bracing my hand at her lower back as I usher her inside, away from the little piranha. I give one last warning glare over my shoulder and see that my message has been received. They scurry off and I’m pretty confident they won’t be sniffing her way again.
“What the hell was that, Luke?” Torre shrugs out of my hold as soon as the door closes behind us. “They were just saying hi. It wasn’t like they were trying to fuck me.”
“Are you really that na?ve, Torre? Every guy wants to fuck you.” Including her brother, which just goes to show how tempting she is. “All I did was say that it was nice that you have such friendly neighbors.”
She rolls her eyes. “It was the way you said it. They all looked like they wanted to shit themselves.” I can’t help it if they’re spineless. Just goes to show they’re not worthy of her attention. “If you don’t quit, you’re going to kill my reputation in this place and make sure I die a virgin.”
Fuck, that word is trouble. I’d be happy to ensure that doesn’t happen. All those pathetic kids who couldn’t get her off… I’d put them to shame.
“What do you want, Luke? Don’t you need to get back to your busy life?”
“I want to see my sister’s dorm room. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, I guess.” She shrugs, not sounding too happy about it. “But Sophie should be back, so let me make sure she’s okay with you coming in.”
She heads up the stairs and I follow behind, seeing all the guys she passes taking notice. They give her a smile until they see me. Then those smiles turn down. They think I’m her boyfriend, and I can’t say I’m too upset over the fact. I want them to think she’s off-limits and to leave her alone. If thinking she’s mine does the trick, so be it.
“Knock, knock!” She taps on her door. “Sophie, it’s Torre. Are you decent?”
“Yeah, you can come in!”
“My brother wanted to see the place. Is it okay if I bring him in?”
“Of course!”
Torre opens the door and her roommate’s eyes grow wide as she looks up, taking in my size. I’m used to the reaction. Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve watched girls tip their heads back while their cheeks turn bright pink. Their eyes growing all warm, but Sophie’s just glow in shock, which makes me like her already.
“Hey! I’m Lukas.” I step forward, holding out my hand to her.
She nervously shakes it. “You’re really tall.”
I chuckle at her candid remark. “Six and a half feet, and still growing,” I tease.
“So, what do you think of the place?” Torre asks, sounding annoyed. She’s irritated that I’m still here and itching to get rid of me.
“It’s bigger than I expected.” I can see why she chose this building because the girls’ dorm has rooms half this size. But I still don’t like that she’ll be living amongst all those horny runts. “You even have a little seating area. It’s nice.” I definitely like the fact that she has her own bathroom and won’t be walking down the hall in her pajamas, or knowing Torre, in a bath towel.
“Oh!” Sophie says. “I ran into the RA, and he said that we could hang shelves if we wanted to. He even offered to help.” I bet he did . I definitely don’t like the fact that the one in charge has a dick between his legs and probably a mission to win the favor of all the girls on this floor. Why else would an upperclassman choose to live in the dorms?
“I can help you,” I offer. “Just let me know when you get the shelves, and I’ll put them up for you.”
“Oh, thanks.” Sophie smiles, but my sister doesn’t look so keen on me doing it.
“You’re welcome.” I smile, turning to the annoyed one whose glare is making my dick hard. “And I also want to teach you how to use the pepper spray.”
She rolls her eyes again, but I’m not kidding. I don’t like the predatorial looks any of those guys were giving her. And I don’t like knowing that the one with a master key to the room is a male.
“All right. Well, we need to take a trip to Target, so I’ll let you know when we get the shelves.”
And that’s her way of pushing me out the door.
“I’ll get going then. But just remember. No boys in here and no parties.”
“It’s a coed dorm, Luke.”
“And there are still rules, Torrin.”
She grumbles about me being bossy, but I ignore her comment and pull her in for a hug.
“Behave, sis.” I squeeze tightly, taking in a deep breath of her sweet scent. God, she smells good. Too fucking good.
“Yes, daddy. I’ll be a good little girl.”
I almost pull out of her hold as that word rocks through me. It’s like thunder storming low in my gut, and the perversion starts burning hot in my blood. She’s a naughty little girl for saying it and deserves to get spanked. And if this were my dream, that’s exactly what would happen.
I step away before she feels my bulge pressing into her hip. It’s time for me to get the fuck out of here.
“Text me about the shelves and I’ll come and install them. It was nice meeting you, Sophie.”
“Nice to meet you, too!”