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Chapter Fifteen
Bray
We watch our new stepsister drive off, all three sets of our eyes locked on her retreating tail lights even as Cyrus’s cunt vies for his attention. He might growl at her and say he hates her, but he’s intrigued by our new stepsister.
Especially now. I see the flare of interest, of the chase, in his gaze.
She’s piqued his interest. She’s reckless, she’s hot, and she’s clearly fucking crazy... just like us. She almost won against Cyrus, and that’s a fucking feat in itself. No one comes close to beating him, yet our new little blonde stepsister did. Fuck, why does that make me hard?
Why does it make me want her more?
She’s like forbidden fruit. I know I’m not allowed to have her, so I crave her that much more. If Blair was the apple in the fucking garden, I would have eaten her too, ate that cunt all fucking night long. Hell, I probably still will, but for now, I’m enjoying our banter, the chase. I love the effect she has on my usually distant, artistic brother and angry, hateful one.
This is going to be fun.
“She almost got you,” Asher murmurs, and when I look over, he’s grinning.
“No, she didn’t,” Cyrus snaps, turning to glare at us.
“Oh, but she did, brother,” I taunt just as two brunettes converge on me. Wrapping my arms around them, I spank their asses and wink at Cyrus. “And it was fucking beautiful. I’m going to fuck out my desire for our new sister.”
“You’re sick,” Cyrus growls.
I simply laugh as I turn the girls and head back inside. I’m ready to party, fuck, and do some drugs. But I know, even with all that, the only person I’ll be thinking about tonight is the one I can’t have.
My stepsister.
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Asher
I shake my head at Bray’s antics, knowing I’ll have to keep an eye on him tonight. He gets like this sometimes and goes too far. Too many girls, too much booze, too many drugs. It makes me worry for him. He lives life in the fast lane, we all do. But Bray? He’s trying to outrun his demons in any way he can.
I worry it will get him killed just like his mother.
Cyrus let her death warp and darken him into the monster they call him, while Bray made sure to protect his broken heart so he never has to feel such pain again. But does he feel anything anymore? Anything other than a passing fancy?
Maybe. Since Blair has come to town, I’ve seen more of the old him. The one from when we were kids, the one who wanted to fight, love, and be happy. I’ve seen the real Bray peeking through, and his focus is wholly on her for once.
Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
I share a look with Cyrus, a knowing one, and he sighs. We know we will spend tonight chasing him around and cleaning up his mess. But that’s what brothers, what Crew, does. We look out for each other and no one else.
It’s us.
Always.
“I’ll take first shift,” I murmur. Unlike Cyrus or Bray, I don’t want some quick, forgettable pussy tonight. The only one I seem to be getting hard for is one I shouldn’t even be thinking about, so instead, I’ll do what I do best—hold my family together and protect my brothers.
“You sure?” he asks, his eyebrows slanting downwards.
I nod and look around. “Yeah, go have some fun. We have a lot to do tomorrow. Might as well enjoy tonight while you can.”
He groans but goes inside, leaving me alone.
I tip my head back and stare at the stars, at the multitude of black and blue hues and twinkling lights. My fingers itch for a brush or a pencil to draw them. I wonder if she’s still out there. I wonder if, wherever she is right now, she’s looking up at the sky like I am.
Does she think of me the way I still think of her?
