“It’s. Not. A. Joke.” I practically spit the words at him.
“Fine, whatever you say. But we might as well get along.”
“Look, if you think this is all a joke, will you sign some papers for me?” I got out of bed and dug into my bag. “I have them in here somewhere.”
“Really? You carry around fake divorce papers?”
“Not fake,” I said, ignoring him. “Ah ha! Here we go.” I pulled them out and showed them to him.
He glanced at them and handed them back. “No, thanks.”
I felt like falling over. “Come on. Please?”
“Begging now?” He smirked and grabbed my waist, pulling me against him. I stumbled right into his chest, my heart beginning to hammer. “Sounds familiar.”
“Cole,” I mumbled. I breathed in his smell and it all came rushing back again, the way he made me feel, the way my back arched under his strong hands. He was the same man I knew back then, except he was being an asshole for some reason. “Don’t be a dick.”
He laughed, whispering in my ear. “We both know this is what you want.”
“I just want a divorce.” I pushed myself away and he laughed again.
“Whatever you say, sis.”
I made a face. This day was just too insane, too intense. I needed to be done with all this. Maybe tomorrow he would be more willing to listen.
“When are you leaving?”
He cocked his head as he opened my bedroom door. “Leaving?”
“Yeah, like, leaving my house, going home.”
“You don’t know.”
I looked at him. “What?”
“Oh, this is getting better and better.”
“What are you talking about?”
“My mom is moving in with your dad.” He was halfway out of my room. I felt a bolt of lighting run through my core.
He turned back, smiled, and spoke slowly.
“And I’m staying here for the summer.”
4
Cole
After months in the Thai jungle working my ass off, training harder than I had ever trained before, I came back home and suddenly had a wife.
I’d thought she was fucking with me. I really did. I hadn’t been able to tell if she was just a psycho trying to trap me into a relationship or some shit, or if she just wanted to bust my balls for not calling her after the vacation was over. But as soon as she showed me that marriage certificate, I knew it was real.
That wasn’t any reason to stop messing with her, though. The way she looked when she got so angry it was hard for her to speak drove me absolutely wild. I’d never before wanted to throw a woman down on the floor and fuck her raw right where we were standing, but Alex made me feel that way. Maybe I hadn’t gotten that far before, but I wanted it now.
I fucking needed her again, that was for sure. My time back home was supposed to be all about debauchery and catching up on lost time, but as soon as I had laid eyes on Alex again, I’d known that shit was done. I knew what I really wanted.
It was her lips, wrapped around my cock. I wanted to hear her pant my name, to feel her body stiffen as she came, over and over.
Except she was my wife and my fucking stepsister.
How could so much change? I go away into the jungle for one year and suddenly my shit is all blown up.
I wasn’t the marriage type. I wasn’t interested in having babies with her, moving out to a house with a white picket fence, none of that bullshit. But I was interested in fucking her sweet pussy rough and deep. Finally having her completely.
And plus, what else was I going to do? I had no other plans or prospects, not yet at least. When my new stepfather suggested that I move in with them, well, it just seemed too good an opportunity to pass up. So why the fuck not? I hadn’t lived with Cindy in years, but that was fine. Frank’s house was fucking enormous, so I doubted I’d even run into her.
Best of all, though, Alexa’s room was right next door. I could practically hear her panting my name already through the thin walls.
Alexa didn’t emerge from her room for the rest of the night, and that was fine with me. I was too busy unpacking my shit to really care what she was up to. I had plenty of time to tease my new stepsister, or maybe I should think of her as my new wife? Either way, I would get what I wanted soon enough.
First, I needed a workout.
I dipped down and grunted, finishing up my set. My body was covered in sweat as I caught my breath, changing the song on my phone. The music blared through the buds in my ears.
Frank had a decent gym down in his basement. It wasn’t exactly professional quality by any means, but he did have a nice set of machines and free weights. There was enough to get my lifting routine in and then some. It made sense that he had a gym, considering how fit the man was for his age.