3l_Nino

Eighteen-year-old high school graduate, forced to relocate with her mother to her new boyfriend's home, clashes with his twenty-year-old college student son. Their antagonistic relationship shifts after a night of her own rebellious behavior. Returning home intoxicated, she playfully retaliates against his usual teasing, leading to an unexpected intimacy. Despite developing feelings for him, his reluctance to commit allows her to leave for college. He later regrets his decision.

One Night With My Stepbrother

Jayden took a deep breath, his mouth inches from my ear, a groan vibrating in his throat. I felt his erection twitch against my ass.

"Mmm," I responded, focusing on a sly smile as I peered at Oliver, as if to say, "Game on, asshole." He tries to use my friends to make me jealous... time to see if he likes it.

Oliver furrowed his brow, downed his beer, and shoved it into someone's hands before moving towards us. Oh fuck, he's coming over.

Jayden didn't notice my tension. I pulled away, but he ran his hands up my body, unaware I was using him. No.

I shook my head at Oliver, hoping he'd stay away. He ignored me, stopping in front of us. I turned to Jayden's confusion.

"Scarlett." Oliver ignored Jayden.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I think you're forgetting our little chat earlier."

I shrugged, appearing agitated. He only sees what he wants. "We didn't discuss anything important."

"Oh, really? Should I refresh your memory?" He raised a brow, knowing what his words did to me. I clenched my thighs, stifling a sigh.

Oliver turned to Jayden, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Jayden glared, reaching for me, but Oliver held him back.

"She's done using you to provoke me."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Oliver, you're being an asshole."

He whispered in my ear, "I'm gonna jog your memory." My resistance melted.

I gave Jayden a sympathetic look as Oliver led me away. "Oliver, I told you not to come."

"Oh, baby, I'm not going to be the one coming." Oh fuck...

My mind filled with images of him touching me. My body yearns for his touch. "Tell me, Scarlett. Should I use my fingers? Or my tongue?"

"Oh shit, your tongue... use your tongue."

"You're the expert." I moaned as he pulled me into the office. He locked the door.

I stumbled back, but he wrapped his arms around me again. He grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him.

"Oh, Scarlett, trying to provoke me... cute."

"You don't have to entice me. You know I want you. After this, you won't forget."

"Oh, I'm sure I won't." My eyes fluttered closed as he caressed my lip.

"I don't think you'll be able to resist, baby."

He's damn right. Just as he leaned in, we heard screaming. "That's Bri!"

Oliver groaned, straightening his pants.

I ripped open the door, finding Briana arguing with another girl. I moved toward them, but Oliver stepped in front of Briana.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Or what? You're gonna get someone to put me in my place? I'd love to drop someone tonight."

She shrank back. Oliver turned to Briana, pointing at me. Briana stumbled toward me. Oliver helped her.

"She got an attitude because I bumped into her."

I pinched my nose. Oliver rested his hand on my shoulder.

Briana burped. "I'm not feeling too good." She lurched forward, vomiting on the floor. I jumped back.

Oliver pulled her hair back. The room turned to us.

"We're leaving. Can you drive us?"

Oliver nodded. As Briana finished, we helped her to his car. I slid into the passenger seat.

"That was awful timing." I watched him pull onto the road.

Chapter Seventeen