The moment she was gone, I got dressed and hustled out of the office, still feeling the pain deep between my legs.
Of course, the first time I had sex, I’d end up with a fucking tear.
I knew I would be sore right after—I mean, he washuge,and he drove into me like my vagina was a wide-open canyon. There was no way his size was normal or healthy for any woman to have inside her.
What I hadn’t expected was days of being in so much pain, I didn’t want to leave my bed.
Unfortunately, even with the tear and the uncomfortable ache that came with it, I didn’t regret it. To be honest, I wanted to do it again.
Just have to find another guy to chase me through the woods and fuck me thoroughly, I guess.
I sat in my car for a moment after getting into the driveway. My mom’s car was in the driveway, which was a little strange, considering she didn’t get off work until later.
“Mom?” I asked as I walked in, turning to close the door behind me and kick my shoes off.
A startled screech left my lips when I turned back around.
Him.
The person who’d single-handedly ruined my entire life from the second he entered it.
Rowen Blake Thompson.
My stepbrother from hell.
I met him on the day of my tenth birthday party. I could tell something was up when my mom announced toeveryoneat the party, even all the parents, that she had big, exciting news.
I thought I was getting a huge, incredible present.
Not a new brother.
“I’d like to introduce Tom, my fiancé, and his son Rowen!” she shouted excitedly as a man and boy walked out into the backyard, flashing her ring for everyone to see.
I didn’t get any presents from my mom that year.
The chances of my mom and dad getting back together were slim—I knew that. It had been four years since we’d even seen him at that point, but the moment Tom and Rowen walked into our lives, the chance dwindled to zero, as did my mother’s attention.
Instant hate was natural, but it was fueled by everyone’s obsession with Rowen, even my friends. Suddenly, the only reason they wanted to come around was to see my ‘hot older brother’.
According to everyone around me, boys included, Rowen was drop-dead sexy and could get in anyone’s pants. I couldn’t tell you how often I witnessed my friends swoon over his ‘panty-melting smile’.
They gushed about his perfect green eyes, lean muscles, sharp cheekbones, and dark tousled hair. He didn’t even try most of the time; he just rolled out of bed and showed up, and they drank it up like they’d just been through a drought.
It only got worse when he got tattoos and started wearing his signature leather jacket and boots.
He relished in the attention, even egging them on with winking and comments like ‘if only they were older’. He was only acouple of years older than us, and that made him forbidden, the ‘bad boy’. They were all obsessed with him.
Everyone forgot about me.
I was alone.
And it was all Rowen’s fault.
When I was fifteen, Rowen moved out, and we hardly saw him after that except for holidays—and I did my best to avoid him at all costs during those ridiculously long days.
But it wasn’t a holiday, and yet, he was standing in the hall, staring at me with a stupid, sly grin and twinkling eyes like he was delighted about something.
Somethingawful,knowing him.
