“That’s my stepbrother,” I said sheepishly.
“He’s way hotter than I remembered.”
I had to admit that I agreed. He was an incredible specimen, to be totally honest with myself. The way he moved was smooth and serious, and his body was cut like steel. Every inch of him was sculpted and tough, and the tattoos that snaked up around his body were sexy and dangerous. He stopped a few feet away from us, grinning.
“Well, is this who I think it is?” he asked me.
“Nathan, this is my friend Lydie.”
He reached his hand out and she shook it. “I remember you,” he said to her.
“I remember you, too,” she answered, not even pretending like she wasn’t ogling him.
“What were you doing?” I asked him before Lydie started drooling.
“Went for a run.”
“In your jeans?”
“You can run in just about anything, it turns out.”
“Thanks. But isn’t it hard?”
“Not yet, but you girls are about to make it hard.”
Lydie giggled at his dumb joke and I rolled my eyes.
“By the way,” I said, “my dad wants me to take you out on our boat.”
“Just the two of us?”
“No,” I said, looking at Lydie. “You’re coming, right, Lydie?”
“Oh, uh, sure. Yeah, I’m totally coming.”
“Not to be rude, but do we really have to do this shit?”
“What do you mean?”
He sat down at the end of my chair, sighing. “I’m not the fond-family type, you know? I don’t really do afternoons on the fucking yacht.”
I made a face. What an arrogant asshole. “You can do whatever you want, but I won’t lie to my dad for you.”
“Can’t lie to daddy, or just feel like fucking with me?”
“A little bit of both.”
“Harsh.” He grinned at me. “Okay then, I guess I have no other choice.”
“Great. Tomorrow?”
“Cool. How about you, Lydie?”
She smiled stupidly. “Tomorrow. Sure. I’d love to get with you tomorrow.”
He raised an eyebrow, smiling.
“Go you with, I mean,” she said quickly. “Go with you tomorrow.”
“Great. Sounds like a little threesome.”
I rolled my eyes at him. He stood up and stretched, and I could have sworn he gave me a little wink. Lydie, meanwhile, was practically fingering herself.
“See you girls later.”
“Bye, prick,” I mumbled.
“Bye, Nate,” Lydie chirped.
He turned and walked away. I stared at the muscles in his back, shocked that there could even be so many.
“Get yourself together, Lydie,” I said to her after a minute.
“Did I just get in the pool? Because I’m soaking wet.”
“Gross. He’s a total asshole.”
“Are you kidding? He seems amazing.”
“You don’t know him.”
“Maybe.” She looked at me seriously. “Can I go for him?”
I blinked at her, surprised. I shouldn’t have been, but part of me was assuming she wouldn’t go any further than making stupid jokes and comments. Then again, she didn’t know what had happened between him and me, and as far as she knew we were just stepsiblings. He was technically fair game for her.
And yet why was I so annoyed? I didn’t want Lydie anywhere near him. She was my best friend, but she had always been the popular one. She had blond hair, big boobs, a nice body, and a bubbly, out-going personality. She was basically the opposite of me, except for maybe the boobs. The thought of her with Nate made me somewhat angry, although I shouldn’t have been.
“Sure, whatever,” I said, looking away. “He’s just my stepbrother.”
“Are you positive? Seriously, Claire, I won’t do anything if you don’t want me to.”
What was I supposed to say? Sorry, Lydie, I want to suck my stepbrother’s cock so bad it makes my pussy practically burn with desire. That would be stupid. If I told her not to, I’d look lame and petty.
“Go ahead. Do you.”
“Thanks, girl.” She turned over, laying facedown.
I turned myself over, too, annoyed. I pulled out my phone and began to scroll through Facebook, trying to ignore my own feelings. Meanwhile, Lydie seemed to fall asleep. More likely she was having a wet dream about Nate pulling his Navy SEAL magic on her overused pussy.
I stopped myself mid-thought. I shouldn’t be unfair to her. She had always been a good friend. It wasn’t her fault that I was too much of a chicken to tell her the truth. I needed to get over my own insecurities and move on.
Besides, maybe it was better this way. If Lydie kept Nate entertained, he’d stop messing with me. Really, it was a win-win for everyone. Nate got the sex he so obviously craved, Lydie got the hot Nate body she so clearly was obsessing over, and I didn’t have to worry that my drop-dead gorgeous stepbrother was going to try to get me off again.