Bastard’s Baby(118)

“Bye, Cole.”

She hung up the phone.

I laughed as I slipped my cell back into my pants and looked up at the sky. What an insanely shitty situation I had found myself in with no easy way out.

Then again, I wasn’t always the biggest fan of the easy way.

Sometimes the hard way was much more fun.





11





Alexa





I wanted him to come back home. Or at least I wanted him to move back in and maybe things could be okay again.

The night in the dressing room kept coming back to me, over and over again. It had felt so electric, so right, and I knew that I wanted more of him. I needed more of him, actually. And when we had gotten home and I was about to finally feel what it would be like to slide down along his thick cock, to feel him inside me, I had found those pictures.

Those horrible pictures. True, we were just kissing, and really that’s no big deal. Plenty of people had pictures of them kissing other people on Facebook.

But most of those people weren’t kissing their stepbrother. And they didn’t have media scrutinizing their parents’ jobs.

Even without sex, Cole drove me insane. The memories of the time we spent together in paradise mingled with the night in the dressing room.

So when he finally came home, when the noise of his motorcycle finally showed up outside, I should have been excited. I should have wanted him to press me down on my bed and lick every inch of my body.

Instead, I felt afraid.

I watched as he climbed off the bike, his duffel bag slung over his shoulders. He sauntered up the stoop and disappeared from view into the house.

“Alexa?” he called out, downstairs.

I didn’t know why I felt reluctant. Up until the moment his bike pulled up out front, all I had wanted was for him to come home. He may have been trouble, the last thing I needed, crude and rude and an asshole, but I felt better with him around.

Now, though, things were so complicated.

I heard him come up the steps and watched as he pushed open my door. He stood there grinning that delicious smile, his eyes locked on mine.

“There you are.”

“Welcome back,” I said.

“Good to be home.” He walked into my room and sat down on my bed.

I leaned up against the window. “How was our friend?”

“Fine,” Cole said, waving his hand. “He won’t talk to anyone. But he did suggest I check out the staff, see if maybe someone there was involved.”

I nodded. That made sense. If it wasn’t the paparazzi, then it had to be someone even closer. “Okay,” I said.

He cocked his head. “What’s wrong with you?”

My heart skipped a beat. He could probably sense my hesitation and my nervousness.

“Nothing. Just, don’t you think we should hire someone to help with this?”

“I can handle it,” he grunted.

“I’m sure. But if you can’t?”

“Then we’ll pay.”

“But you said—”

He stood up, frustrated. “I know what I said.”

He closed the distance between us, looking at me hard.

“We can’t let this ruin everything, Cole,” I said softly.

“It won’t. We’ll handle it.” I could feel the heat rolling off him.

“You know what would help?” I asked.

He suddenly grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him. I stumbled and landed right against his chest, breathing in his smell. I felt the familiar thrill run through my stomach, my pussy already soaking wet as my heart hammered a staccato rhythm.

“What’s that, sis?”

I looked up into his eyes, the stubble along his jaw giving him a rugged look, and wanted to bite his lip. Was that what I was becoming, a girl that could barely control herself around a handsome boy? It was so pathetic, and yet it was true.

“A divorce could help.”

He smirked. “I thought we were done with that.”

“Not until we’re not married anymore, we’re not.”

“I told you. I’m not ready.” I went to move away, but he held on tightly, giving me this deep look. “I’m not the type to chase,” he grunted.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You know what I mean. And what I want.”

I shook my head, my cheeks turning red. I had to look away.

“I’m just worried about our parents.”

He let me go and moved back toward the door. I watched him go with a sharp breath, feeling his absence strangely in my chest.

“Whatever you say. You know where to find me when you change your mind.” He paused, his hand on the doorknob, his face breaking out into a cocky smile. “And I know you will.”

I watched as he turned the knob and left my room. I wanted to yell at him or throw something, or maybe throw myself at him and let him make me yell. Every new step was one more frustrating experience after another.