“Happy to be at your service anytime, precious.” I hooked her hand in mine and walked us back to the door, opening it for her and letting her walk in ahead of me. She spun, a beautiful smile splitting her face, and she was about to open her mouth to say something before someone else cut in.
“Skylar! I’ve been looking for you—oh.” Mark, my mother’s soon-to-be husband appeared from behind her. “I see you’ve met Darcy’s son. We were hoping to introduce you officially, but looks like you’ve beaten me to it. Darcy?” Mark looked over his shoulder before my mother appeared behind him.
“Oh, hi, honey! I was looking for you. I wanted to introduce you to your new stepsister, but I guess you’ve already found her. Skylar and I met for the first time tonight. Isn’t she just the prettiest thing?” My mother's eyes gleamed back at me.
Fuck. My. Life.
Six
Skylar
“Skylar, this is Hudson, Darcy’s son.” My father’s words ran like a speeding train through my head.
How had this happened?
Why was God punishing me?
I was pretty sure I was being punished for something at this point.
How was it possible that the man I’d been sleeping with, the man who’d given me the very best orgasms of my life, was actually my new stepbrother. Clearly, God had one helluva sense of humor, and right now, his attention was aimed at me.
“So, did you just meet here, or…?” Hudson’s mom asked politely, eyes circling from her son to me and back again. I frowned, thinking there was no way out of this one, before Hudson saved me.
“Met up last night, actually, in town at one of the local watering holes.”
“Ah, so that’s where you were last night.” Darcy smiled, before realization seemed to dawn and her eyes grew wide as dinner plates. “Um, Mark, honey, can I have a word with you?” She hooked my father’s hand in hers then hauled him down the hallway and out of view.
“Fuck.” Hudson shot a hand through his hair, eyes turning to me. “Didn’t see that one coming.”
I stood speechless, the last few terrifying minutes cycling in my head. “I don’t even know what to say.”
Hudson’s grin split a little wider, his hand locking with mine and pulling me against his body. “Fucking your stepbrother now—I knew you liked it kinky.”
My mouth shot open, horror and anger and every other conflicting emotion playing on my face. “That’s not true! What—” I huffed, frustration dripping out of every pore. “You’re incredible.”
“You already told me that last night.” He nuzzled into my neck, tongue darting out to lick along the crease.
“Stop, now is definitely not the place—”
“Overthinking again.” He covered my mouth with his in a deep kiss, shutting me up and turning me to putty in the same instant. Hudson had a superpower, I was sure of it. “I think we’ve done our due diligence. I need you alone now.” He took my hand and hauled me right back out of the door we’d come in, striding to his bike, which, funnily enough, was parked only a few spots away from my car. We’d missed each other earlier by just a few tick marks, but we had each other now, and if his grip was any indication, he wouldn’t be letting go.
“Leave the car here. I’m thinking we’ve both got the same thing we’ve got to be at tomorrow, so I’ll bring you.”
“Bring me?” I gasped as he hauled me onto his bike. “Is that…allowed?”
“A man can bring his little step-sis to the wedding, right? I’m pretty sure that makes me a gentleman.”
“Oh my God, there aren’t even any words to describe how vile you are.”
“The way you scream my name when my head is between your thighs is a good start.” He revved the engine to life with a wink.
“I don't know if I’m making the best decision of my life or the worst going home with you right now.”
“Got news for you, precious. The time for decisions was last night. Today, you’re all mine. Tomorrow too. There’s no turning this train around. You’re stuck with me.”
I huffed out a breath, enjoying the feeling of butterflies battering my insides at his words. “Looks like I’m stuck with you even more than I realized.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” He grinned that crooked grin, eyes sparkling before he tore out of the parking lot and down the street, aiming straight for my house. He’d already weaseled his way into my heart; so what if our parents had just dropped a bomb? I was living recklessly, feeling and not thinking, and we weren’t related anyway, so it’s not like there was anything awkward about it.