“That wasn’t me,” he replies, narrowing his eyes as he stands his ground. “As if I’d resort to anything so juvenile.” He lowers his arms to his sides and clenches his fists. It’s clear he’s restraining himself, but why? We expected him to totally lose his mind, and I’m disappointed he’s proving us wrong.
“You’re full of shit,” Chad says, standing beside me. “We know it was you. You’re pathetic, and you need to grow up.”
“I’m not the pathetic one.” His lips kick up as he tilts his head to the side. “Though I thinkdesperateis more the word I’d use to describe Jase.”
I snort out a laugh. “Jase didn’t mess with my tire.”
“Come on, dollface. You’re not that dumb. Of course, he did. You won’t speak to him. How else can he get some one-on-one time with you?” Ares steps right up to me, rolling the invoice between his large palms. “I bet he was hoping you’d ride his dick in the back seat while parked on campus. He likes fucking you in public, doesn’t he? Gets off on the thrill of almost getting caught.”
I’m so stunned he has this knowledge I don’t see him tugging the front of my shirt down and stuffing the rolled-up invoice in between my bra-clad breasts until after he’s done it.
Chad growls as he grabs Ares’s shirt, ready to get into it with him. But he can’t show up to training tomorrow with visible injuries. Not the day before his first college game.
“No.” Clutching Chad’s arm, I shake my head as I remove the invoice from my chest. “He’s not worth it.” I pull my boyfriend away from my loathsome stepbrother, linking my fingers in his and squeezing hard in warning.
“Oh, but I am.” Ares grins, winking at me as he whips his stained shirt up over his head. He drops it to the floor as he kicks off his boots and pops the button on his pants.
“You are getting on my very last nerve,” Chad says through gritted teeth as Ares slides his pants down his legs revealing he went commando today.
Does the guy ever wear underwear?
“What the hell are you doing?” I subtly press my thighs together and work on my poker face as I avoid the temptation to stare at his magnificent pierced dick. It’s not as if it doesn’t already have a starring role in my dreams. It’s difficult not to think about his cock when he’s constantly shoving it in my face. Not literally, but the way my body responds—involuntarily—he may as well be.
“Putting my dirty clothes in the laundry,” he coolly replies, bending down to scoop up his soiled garments.
Releasing Chad’s hand, I reach into his bag and retrieve his lighter. When Ares stands, holding his clothes high up his body in one arm—God forbid he not show off his semi-erect dick—I hold the rolled-up invoice over the empty bowl that held nacho chips and set it alight. “I’m not paying for shit,” I confirm over a grin.
Ares purses his lips, looking like he swallowed something sour. “That’s the last time I do anything nice for you.”
I crank out a laugh, dropping the invoice remnants into the bowl. Placing my hands on my hips, I level him with an incredulous look. “Since when have you ever done anything nice for me?” It’s like he was put on Earth to piss me the hell off.
“I was late for work the other morning because I came back to the house to pump your tire up.”
My eyes pop wide in shock. That’s got to be a lie. “I don’t believe you.”
“Or someone had a guilty conscience,” Chad suggests.
“I don’t suffer from that infliction,” Ares replies, closing the gap between us. “Guilt is for the weak-minded.” He puts his face all up in mine. “I own my shit, and I never regret my actions. I didn’t mess with your tire, but believe what you want.”
He moves dangerously close and there’s literally an inch between us. Heat rolls off his body in waves, and I feel his dick pressing against my jean-clad leg. Instinctively, I reach an arm out, holding Chad back. Without looking at him, I know he’s seconds from launching himself at my stepbrother.
Ares flicks my nose. “Guess I’ll exact payback some other way.” Pinning me with an extremely suggestive look, he saunters out of the room, completely naked, whistling as Chad’s threats and curses follow him out of the room.
ChapterNineteen
Ares
It took colossal willpower not to deck that fucking prick last night when I came home after a shitty fucking day. I wanted nothing more than to take it out on that piece of shit, but the best form of retaliation is to take it out on his girlfriend. Chad turns into a raving lunatic when I go anywhere near Ashley. Stripping naked any chance I get is the gift that keeps on giving. Chad is close to losing it with me, and I fucking love it. Pushing that asshole’s buttons is my new favorite pastime, and Ashley makes it so easy.
Dollface can’t resist staring at my dick. I’m instantly hard every time she ogles my cock like she wants me to stuff it down her throat and fill her with my seed. If I wasn’t still steaming over my motorcycle, I might actually admire the balls on my slutty little sister. There’s no doubt it was her idea to glue the ignition switch, and I applaud her ingenuity. She knew exactly how to hit back in a way that would seriously piss me off. Kudos for that. But she won’t be laughing when she finds out what I have in store for her now.
I remove a screwdriver and a hammer from the toolbox before making my way upstairs. My grin expands with every step, and I’m rock-hard behind my jeans, salivating at what’s about to go down.
I know she’s in the shower, and my man Shoulders has eyes on the jock. Chad is tucked away on campus watching game tapes with his team and the coaching staff. He’s unlikely to surface for a couple of hours. Which gives me enough time to reassert my control and have some fun.
Kneeling on the floor in front of the door to the master bedroom, I position the screwdriver underneath the first hinge. I use the hammer to drill the screwdriver upward until the bolt pops up, and I pull it free. I follow the process for the second and third hinges, chuckling at how easy it is to break in. They were idiots to think a little padlock would keep the big bad wolf out.
My stepsister has music on in the en suite bathroom, and she hasn’t a clue I’m coming for her. I set my tools down on the ground before adjusting my dick behind my jeans. I’m throbbing with the need to fuck and destroy, but that’ll have to wait. My plan to ruin my stepsister only works if she wants me as much as I want her. There is no fun in pushing my agenda before she’s ready.
