Dare: A Stepbrother Romance Read Online Free Page B

again…what the hell was her problem? When you’ve been hitting the nightlife for a while, you learn to read signals from women as easy as traffic signs. And Sophie had wanted me last night. Oh yes, she’d wanted my body pressed up against hers, my lips crushing down on hers, my dick pushing inside her. But just as I’d gotten her out of those clothes, something had changed her mind…and thank fuck it had. I doubted my Dad would be too happy to find out I’d fucked his new wife’s daughter, even if she was an old friend of mine.
    Eh, whatever. The last thing I needed to worry about at the moment was more crazy chicks, anyway. My ex-girlfriend Vanessa and I had only broken up a week ago, and dealing with the fallout from that had been enough girl drama to last me a lifetime. Let’s just say Vanessa made Norman Bates look like a nice, normal guy.
    “So,” my Dad said. “Isn’t this a fun little reunion?”
    Sophie and I both paused and then nodded enthusiastically, not wanting to arouse any suspicion from our respective parents.
    “Well, you’re going to have the next three months to catch up on old times,” he continued. “We’re all going to be spending a lot of time together.”
    The less time I spent around Sophie the better. Even sitting next to her right now and being able to smell the vanilla scent of her hair was making my cock stir in my pants, and the last thing I wanted was a constant case of blue balls. Even after she’d left last night, jerking off hadn’t helped at all. I just hadn’t been able to cum. There were a lot of girls I could have called to come and lend a helping hand, or rather a helping pussy, but something had stopped me.
    “I dunno, Dad,” I replied. “I’ve got a lot of work stuff to do, so I probably won’t have a lot of time. Maybe I could come over for dinner once every few weeks or something.”
    His expression hardened, and I got the distinct impression that he was about to give me a lecture. He was a nice, easygoing guy ninety percent of the time, but he wasn’t used to hearing the word ‘no’ from people. I guess I inherited that from him. In the time since his company had grown and prospered, he’d become even less accustomed to not getting his own way, to the point where he always did. I literally couldn’t think of the last time he hadn’t gotten his own way.
    “Actually, son, you’re going to have to learn to be more flexible,” he said. “Marie and I think it’d be nice to be a family in the short time we have before Sophie heads off to college, so you’re going to be leaving the Medina house and coming to stay in the spare room here for the summer.”
    I heard Sophie’s breath hitch beside me, and my eyes narrowed. “You serious?”
    I’d spent my younger years in a very similar house right next door to this one, but in the last eight years I’d become a lot more accustomed to a higher-grade lifestyle. This little bungalow had some old-fashioned charm, but it paled in comparison to our place, which was basically a modern castle.
    “Yes, I’m serious,” Dad said, his tone noticeably cooler now. “The spare room is a decent size, and it’s only for a few months. As soon as Sophie’s gone, you can go home. Better yet, you could even think about getting your own place.”
    For fuck’s sake. Now I wasn’t just being told I had to live here for the summer, I was also being told I should move out entirely and get my own place. I had a job and a trust fund, so affording something decent wouldn’t be an issue, but that didn’t mean I wanted to move out on my own. I had a sweet deal at my Dad’s place. The staff loved me and did basically everything for me, I had my own indoor heated pool and gym equipment to keep myself in tip-top shape without having to go to a public gym, and it was prime real estate for picking up chicks. As soon as they heard that I lived just down the road from Bill Gates, they assumed I was just as rich as him and their