“I’d like you to meet my son, Ryan,” he says with a smile.
I turn around and push my hand out, ready to get the introductions over with, when I see the face that’s been haunting my dreams for weeks.
“Hello, Ashley,” he smiles.
It’s Red.
3.
The conversation continues, but I have no idea what anyone says until Ryan pipes up.
“I’ll show Ashley her room,” he offers, and everyone amicably agrees. He picks up my bag and starts walking up the stairs, not bothering to see if I’m coming.
He knows full well that I am.
Shit.
Of all the guys in the world to fuck, I had to pick my stepbrother.
I’m disgusting.
I’m wrong.
I gulp down my frustration and follow him to my bedroom, which is large and pink and perfect.
He sets my bag down on the floor by the bed and turns to look at me.
I don’t meet his gaze.
“Thanks for the help,” I mumble. I move forward, trying to get past him to the bed, but he stops me. His hands find their way to my waist and he pulls me into himself. I try not to let him, but my body betrays me as Ryan’s mouth finds its way onto mine. I love every sensation that rushes through my body as his kiss envelops me.
“What are you doing?” I finally manage to ask.
“You don’t think I forgot about our time together, do you, Sweetie?” He murmurs. Pushing me against the wall, he continues to kiss me as his hands make their way down my body and under my skirt. His mouth quiets my moans as he pushes my panties aside and begins to finger me quickly.
Instantly, I’m wet for him.
How the fuck does he do that?
“We can’t,” I try to protest, but it’s no use. I want this just as much as he does. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in closer to me, pressing him against myself as he continues to explore me.
Suddenly, there are footsteps on the stairs, and he pulls away quickly.
“Shit,” he glances down at his erection, obvious and huge through his pants. Then he smiles and shrugs. “Oh well.” Heading for the door, he leaves me in my room, wondering what the hell just happened.
Then, Ryan pops his head back in and goes, “By the way, my dad doesn’t know I was a stripper, so…” He pushes a finger to his lips, asking for my silence.
But then that finger slides between his lips and he licks it, smirking at me, and leaves.
I am so screwed.
4.
If Mom notices that I’m acting weird around Ryan, she says nothing.
Darin, however, has no problem asking what’s wrong.
“You two have a fight or something?” He asks the next morning at breakfast, obviously bothered. I know Darin has high hopes for us getting along, but if he's going to be watching us this closely, there's no way we're going to be able to keep our secret for long.