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Was I flirting with another football player after what happened sophomore year with Jace? Maybe. Would I choose to fool around with Jace’s best friend because I wanted to spite Jace? Absolutely.
Jace stumbled into the kitchen, pushing a cheerleader off him. “Later, babe.” When he saw us, he stopped and clenched his jaw. “Party is out here, Jamal,” he said through clenched teeth. He grasped my upper arm and pulled me away from him. “Allie wasn’t invited. She should be upstairs, studying, shouldn’t she?” He glared at me with those evil, sinful eyes, filled with so much hatred.
“I’m finished studying,” I lied in a matter-of-fact tone. I snatched the beer from Jamal. “But I don’t mind going back upstairs.” I glanced at Jamal. “Care to join?”
Jamal took one long look at Jace, who was giving him the hardest death stare, and stepped to the side. “Maybe some other time, Allie,” he said and then disappeared into the living room.
I tightened my jaw and glared at a smirking Jace. “You think you’re so fucking cool, don’t you? Why don’t you just leave me alone? What is your problem?” I asked. “You’re always in my love life.”
He leaned around me to grab a beer from the counter, his body too close to mine. “I can’t be in something that doesn’t exist,” he said.
I huffed and opened my beer, taking a huge gulp of it and wanting to relax. “Says the guy who can’t keep a girlfriend,” I said, blowing out a breath.
He growled and grasped my jaw harder than he had last night, pushing me against the counter. “Says the girl who hasn’t had a boyfriend her entire life. You must be really lonely, spending every night alone. Haven’t been touched by a man in, what? One, two years?” He chuckled menacingly at me. “You know, if I remember correctly, I was the last person to touch that pussy of yours, wasn’t I?”
I thrust my beer at him, making it spill all over us both. “You drive everyone I like away because you’re an annoying asshole.”
“That didn’t answer my question.” He tightened his grip and stepped closer to me, his cock pressed against the side of my hip, his lips against my ear. “I am, aren’t I? There’s no harm in admitting that you try to get on my nerves every day to get it again.”
“You’re drunk,” I whispered, knowing that everything he was saying might or might not have been true. But I would never admit it.
He was my stepbrother, which made everything so much more complicated.
“And you’re a brat,” he said into my ear.
Heat rushed to my core as he made me feel things that I really shouldn’t.
“You know what I like to do to brats.”
Someone walked into the kitchen, half-drunk off his ass, and I pushed Jace away.
“I’m going to go study,” I said. “Take your damn beer.” I shoved the can into his hand and hurried through the kitchen and back toward my bedroom.
Study.
As if I wasn’t going to lock myself in my bedroom and touch myself for the next damn hour, thinking about Jamal. Definitely not Jace. Not his hands running up my sides or his fingers dipping into my pussy or his raspy breath in my ear.
