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I bark a laugh and shake my head. “I don’t think we should risk it. They might get suspicious of us both disappearing and come looking. The last thing I want is to be caught bent over the furniture with you fucking me.”
He grumbles at first, his hand sneaking down my back so he can squeeze my ass. “Mm, that’s a hot image. Can’t wait to try it out.”
Seeing a chance to test the waters without appearing to I roll my eyes and say in a dubious tone, “sure, first thing when we get home.” I hope he can’t feel me tense up, like my whole body is eagerly awaiting his reaction. It only takes him a heartbeat, but for me, that heartbeat feels like a lifetime.
“I’m gonna hold you to that,” he kisses my cheek and then pulls away. “I’ll wait with the parents, but do me a favor…” he flashes me an impish grin, “while you’re in the room grope yourself for me, I’ve been dying to put my hands on your tits all day!”
“Get out of here!” I laugh, flushing pink. He steps back really fast to kiss me again, then darts off to rejoin Vanessa and Dad.
I’m very relieved that he wants to keep having sex at least. That’s a good place to start, especially since we seem to do a lot of talking in between our frenzied romps. I had no idea just how much I missed having this sort of connection with somebody or how badly I need to be with Matthew. If fate will finally be kind to us, maybe this could be the start to something truly wonderful.
There’s a smile on my face when I step into our room. Housekeeping has long since cleaned up after us, straightening the sheets on the bed we wrecked and taking away the soggy towels from the water that got outside of the shower. The poor gals had to know what was going on in here, I’m sure that at least the bedding smelled like sex, if not the whole damn room!
I retrieve clean socks from my bag and then move to sit on the bed to swap the wet ones out. That’s when I catch sight of my phone still sitting on the untouched comforter where Matthew dropped it last night. With everything that’s happened I completely forgot about Stew freaking out. After being hung up on he’s bound to be in an even pissier mood. The morning and afternoon have been great so far, the last thing I want to do is pick up that phone and deal with my ex. But I know I can’t run from it. I’m gonna have to deal with him sooner or later and the sooner I do, the easier it’ll be to smooth his feathers.
Plopping onto the edge of the bed, I change out my socks first. Then I pick up the phone and turn it back on. The number of missed calls and messages has doubled overnight. I can just imagine what sort of mean and nasty things Stew has said. I take a deep breath and go to spread out my wet socks so they’ll be dry by the time we leave in a couple hours. Only when this is done do I finally check the texts.
The last one came in about fifteen minutes ago. What it says causes my stomach to lurch.
At the Lodge. Where the fuck are you?
I glancearound the room as though I expect him to pop out of nowhere, jumping back to my feet as I try to frantically decide how to handle this. I need to do something and make sure that Stew and Matthew are kept apart. That’s the last thing I need right now is my ex boyfriend picking a fight with my… whatever Matthew is to me. He sure as hell a lot more than just my stepbrother!
It takes me a few minutes of careful consideration before I come to a decision. I send Stew back a text and let him know where to meet me, then I put my boots back on, gather up my coat and gloves and step out of the room. I sneak back to the lobby to check that my family is still there, but mostly to be sure Matthew hasn’t wandered off. When I spot them talking to one of the other families who were with us on the hike I relax and slip away again. I really hope that I have enough time to appease Stew and send him packing for good. I may not know what’s going to happen with Matthew, but I’ve known for quite a while now that I want absolutely nothing to do with Stew. The only problem has been getting him to realize that.
Weaving my way through the hallways, I come to the vending machine alcove where I told Stew to meet me, not the least bit surprised he got here first. With a single glance I can tell right away just how livid he is. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this upset and honestly, the way he’s looking at me makes me really wish I hadn’t agreed to a face to face meeting. Unfortunately it’s too late to back out now.
“Hey Stew,” I start to say, but he interrupts me before I can add anything else.
“No, I’ll do the talking!” He grabs my arm and tugs me to him roughly, his fingers pinching into my flesh even through the thick layer of my winter coat. I try to yank my arm free, but his grip is like iron. Ignoring my attempt he presses on, his voice grating and each percussive syllable flinging a light mist of spittle into my face. “Where the fuck have you been? Why haven’t you answered my calls?!” He demands.
“Let go!” I hiss, tugging my arm back again. “Don’t cause a scene for fuck’s sake!”
Grinding his teeth together he squeezes me even tighter. I struggle to keep the pain off my face until he finally lets me go, allowing me to take a step back.
“I left my phone in the room, Stew,” I tell him truthfully. “I was going to call you back when I got home.”
He nods, his expression turning more ugly as his rage burns hotter. “Left it in the room, huh? You mean the room you’re sharing with your stepbrother?” He lets out a disgusted snort. “I can’t believe you, I thought you had some decency, but then I catch you out here, cheating on me!”
I let out a bark of mocking laughter. “We broke up a year ago, Stew, I’m not cheating on you, we’re not a couple!”
I didn’t think it was possible for his face to get anymore twisted or red, but as I speak it does both. “So you are fucking him. That’s sick, Piper, whoring around with your own stepbrother, I don’t even have words for how sick that is! I knew you were a nasty bitch, but I wanted to think you were better than this at least!”
“I’m sick?!” My voice goes up an octave as I start to lose my temper. It’s not like Matthew and I are actually related. We weren’t raised as siblings, our parents got married when he wasn’t even around. Besides, not that anyone knows this, but we fucked long before we became steps! “You’re the jealous asshole that drove four hours to yell at your ex-girlfriend! And all because you suspect me of having sex with someone else. Get a grip!”
“If I’m wrong here, then maybe you should just prove it,” he taunts back, grinning smugly. “Prove you didn’t let that arrogant asshole pork you and I’ll back off. But you can’t, can you?”
Now justifiably mad, I throw up my hands and shake my head. I know it’s not worth it, but I’m sick of his bull shit and I don’t know how else to get the point across that his opinion doesn’t mean dick to me anymore.
“Fuck you, Stewart.” The words come out in an exasperated, snarling sigh. There’s not much else to be said. He’s right that I can’t prove anything, but I shouldn’t have to, not to anyone, especially not to my ex. I’m tired of answering to other people, to hanging around and waiting for my life to start. All of that ends now.
Unfortunately, Stew does not take this well.
When I turn to walk off he grabs me by the arm again, spinning me back around. I expect him to yell or cuss me out, but instead I’m met with a backhanded slap that sends me reeling backward. My ear is pounding as the flare of impact stings all the way there from my cheek. The only reason I don’t end up a heap on the floor isn’t because there wasn’t enough force behind the blow, but because I stagger into something solid and strong.
It takes me a few seconds to regain myself and figure out that the thing I’ve bumped into, the person that’s holding me up, is none other than Matthew. I look up at his face and see a dark, terrifying rage burning in his gaze. It makes me glad that Stew is on the one fixed with that death stare and not me. I have no doubt that if he could, Matthew would fry him with that glare alone.
Gently, protectively he pushes me behind him, then says in a tone that is dangerously calm, “now it’s my turn, asshole.”
