by B. B. Hamel
“Fine. It was a mistake though.”
“Good enough.” He let me go, and I wished that he hadn’t.
I started back down the steps and he followed me quietly. I was so embarrassed, and I could practically feel his triumphant smile boring a hole into my ass. I hated that I wanted him, and I hated that he knew it.
Once downstairs, we found our parents sitting together in the kitchen. It was almost creepy, and I felt like a little kid about to be punished.
“Uh oh,” Cole said. “Who died?”
“Please, sit,” Cindy said.
I sat down and gave my Dad a look. He just smiled and shrugged.
“I bet I know what this is about,” Cole said.
“The reporter.”
Cole nodded. “He survived?”
“He’s fine, thankfully.”
“Pressing charges?”
“No.”
Cole laughed out loud. “How’d you manage that one?”
“Not your concern.”
“Sure it is, Mother. What did you bribe him with?”
“Nothing,” Frank cut in. “We’ve had trouble with him in the past. We simply told him that if he pressed charges, so would we.”
Cole nodded. “Threats then. They work on spineless dickbags like him.”
“Cole, enough,” Cindy said sharply. “This isn’t funny. You assaulted a man.”
“Yes, I did,” Cole said.
“That’s unacceptable, totally unacceptable.”
“I guess so.”
“You embarrassed me.”
“Not sure that bothers me, honestly.”
“Cole, please,” Dad cut in. “Your mother is worried.”
“Worried?” Cole said, smirking. “Sure, she’s worried about her career.”
“Enough,” Cindy said, slamming her hand down on the countertop. The whole room looked at her, surprised. I had never seen an ounce of strong emotion in her before, but suddenly she looked very, very angry. “You have embarrassed me time and time again, Cole. I want you to leave.”
He stared at her hard for a second and then smiled. “Kicking me out already?”
“Yes. Please pack and leave by tomorrow.”
Dad looked away, unable to meet my eye. I was completely taken aback and shocked by the fact that Cindy was so callously throwing her son out on the street. It seemed almost like it was no big deal, but it seemed incredibly absurd. She was making such a big decision without even talking to anyone about it.
“Wait,” I said. “Don’t you know why he did it?”
“Don’t bother,” Cole said. “She doesn’t give a fuck about any of that. This is just an excuse to get rid of me.”
He stood up.
“Wait,” I said to Cole, and then I turned back toward Cindy. “He punched that guy because he called you a bitch.”
Cindy raised an eyebrow. “Is that true, Cole?”
“It’s true. Only I get to call you that.”
She was quiet for a second. “Thank you for defending my honor, but unfortunately this isn’t feudal England. You can’t just punch people whenever you feel like it.”
Cole looked back at me and shrugged. “Told you.”
“Wait,” I said again, but he had already left the room. I looked back at Cindy, anger rising in my chest. “Why would you do that?”
She sighed. “Cole has been a problem for a very long time. At a certain point, you have to be tough with him or else he will walk all over you.” She paused and looked at me seriously. “That’s a lesson you’ll need to learn if you want to remain in touch with him.”
I stared back at her, not sure what she meant. I almost couldn’t believe what she was saying. “He’s your son,” I said.
“He’s also a liability.” She looked away, back toward the file of papers she had in front of her.
“He’ll be okay,” Dad said. “He’s a tough kid. Has some money, too.”
I stared at him, completely unable to comprehend what had just happened. I stood up, shaking my head in disgust. “Grow a spine, Dad. You know this isn’t right.”
Before he could answer, I turned and left the room.
Anger flooded through me as I went upstairs after Cole. It wasn’t fair that they were kicking him out. It wasn’t right, especially since he’d been defending his mother. Sure, he shouldn’t have hit the guy. He should have kept his cool. But he wasn’t the type of man to just sit by and let someone insult his mother, even when his mother actually was a total bitch.
I had to admit, there was something special about that. It was old-fashioned, yeah, and maybe a little intense, but it was endearing. I didn’t like violence, but I did like a man with some semblance of honor. Too many guys these days were willing to roll over and let anyone do whatever they wanted so long as they could avoid a fight.
Cole’s door was shut, and so I knocked once. He didn’t answer, so I knocked again. Instead of knocking a third time, I just pushed open the door.
“Cole,” I said. He stopped doing his push-ups and looked up at me, rocking back onto his knees.
“I thought you might follow me up here, wife,” he said, grinning.
“How are you not pissed off?”
“This happens every time.”
“What, your mom kicks you out?”
“Not exactly. I do something she doesn’t like, and so she finds some reason to get rid of me.”
“You’re okay with that?”
“I’m not some little kid, Alexa. I don’t need my fucking insane, bitch mommy to be proud of me.”
I sighed, frustrated. Was everyone in this house totally stupid?
“Look, I get it. But it’s still not right that she’s throwing you out like this,” I pushed.
He stood up and stretched his arms. “I’m honestly surprised you’re taking such an interest in this.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“You’ve been trying to get rid of me from the start. I’m sure you’re excited for this.”
“I don’t want to get rid of you,” I said softly.
He stepped closer to me. “No?” His body filled my vision, muscular and tall. “Why not?”
“Because,” I said softly. I didn’t want to say it.
“Go ahead. Tell me why you want me to stay.”
“You did nothing wrong.”
“And?” His smell filled my mind as he came closer to me, inches away. I felt my heart begin to beat fast in my chest.
“And, I don’t know. You’re not bad to have around.”
“Not bad to have around?” he asked, grinning. “You love having me here. You want me to sneak into that room at night and lick your clit until your back arches and your hands grip the sheets.”
“Cole,” I said, trying to tell him to stop, but I couldn’t say the words.
“Admit you want me to fuck you until you can’t breathe, Alex. You want to finally feel what my cock is like deep inside that perfect, tight pussy of yours. You’ve been aching for it since you first saw me.”
“We can’t.”
“We can do whatever we want.”
“I don’t know what I want,” I said slowly.
That seemed to break the spell. He smirked again and I stepped away, putting some distance between us. “Figure it out, sis. And soon.”
“Just, don’t pack up yet. I’ll fix this.”
“You do that.”
He turned away and dropped back to the floor, going back to his push-ups.
I watched him, an ache running through my chest, a desire flooding through my legs, and I knew I was wet as hell. I knew it was true that I wanted to fuck him, to finally feel what it would be like. I’d been imagining it ever since we’d met. If he could get me off with his mouth and fingers as easily as he did, then I couldn’t imagine what it would be like if he fucked me deep and rough.
I wanted it. But I couldn’t do anything about it, not while he was my stepbrother, not while we still had this fake, idiotic marriage hanging over our
heads.
I watched for a second, his muscular and incredible body working up and down, and then ripped myself away from him. I shut the door behind me as I retreated into my bedroom.
It was wrong for his mother to kick him out, but the reason I wanted him to stay was even worse.
I wanted to fuck my stepbrother, my husband, until I couldn’t walk. I wanted him to strip me down and take me, just the way he kept saying he would.
It was all so messed up. Just feet away, I could practically sense him still working out, and I wanted so desperately to rip that shirt from his tattooed chest and let him have me.
Instead, I was going to convince my dad to let him stay.
I’d worry about everything else later.
8
Cole
I threw my shirts into my duffel with a grunt. It wasn’t exactly surprisingly that my mother had decided to kick me out, but it was definitely a new record. I hadn’t even lasted a month in her house before she’d decided I was too much of a liability.
That was fine with me. The whole thing had stopped being fun and had started to feel real as soon as I’d figured out that I really was married to Alexa. As much as I hated to leave her, it was just that time.
Still, I was going to miss having her around all the time. I had gotten used to seeing her in the hallways, to flirting with her mercilessly, teasing her about the way I made her body feel. But I wasn’t the type to beg forgiveness or to look back.
As I sat down on my bed for the last time, someone knocked at the door.
“What?” I called out.
“It’s Frank. Can I talk to you?”
What does my new stepdaddy want? I thought ruefully.
“Yeah, sure,” I said.
He opened the door and stepped in, closing it softly behind him. I could tell that he was uncomfortable as he stood with his arms crossed, avoiding my look.
“What can I do for you, Frank?” I asked, trying not to sound annoyed.
“I just wanted to say that this wasn’t my decision.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Okay. Is that all?”
He sighed and looked at me. “Look, Cole, your mother is under a lot of pressure because of our relationship. I’m not sure she’s thinking clearly on this one.”
I laughed. “You don’t know Cindy very well then.”
He held up one hand, a pained look on his face. “I know what you think of her,” he said, “but she’s softened a lot since you last saw her.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“I’ll never understand you or your relationship with your mother, but I do know that she loves you.”
I smirked but didn’t respond. I hadn’t needed Cindy’s love for a long, long time. I had come to the conclusion that she wasn’t really capable of it, no matter what she may have looked like on the outside. Frank would figure it out eventually. He was applying human terms and emotions and feelings to a robot. It just didn’t work out.
“So,” Frank went on, “I decided that I want you to stay.”
That surprised me. “Does Cindy know?”
“Not yet,” he said, “but I’ll tell her after we’re done talking.”
“That’s not going to go over well.”
“This is my house, Cole.”
“Maybe. But so long as Cindy is here, she’s in charge and we both know it.”
Frank laughed and shook his head. “You’re not wrong there. But in this instance I’m making my own decision, and your mother will just have to go along with it.”
I had to admit that I was impressed. I’d never pegged Frank for a man with a spine, but standing up to Cindy took guts, even if he hadn’t even confronted her about it yet and was going behind her back.
But I didn’t want or need charity. I didn’t want Frank’s pity, and I didn’t want Cindy’s scorn. I didn’t need any of it. I didn’t care about any of it. The only reason I was staying in the house was Alexa, but that just seemed more and more crazy.
I knew she wanted me. It was obvious. But she was so damn conflicted and so obsessed with this marriage thing that she couldn’t let herself have what was clearly what she needed. I’d been up front with what I wanted from her. There was no ambiguity in my position. Actually, there was no ambiguity in the position that I wanted to fuck her in.
So there was nothing keeping me around.
“No, thanks,” I said. “If Cindy wants me out, I’m out.”
“I think you should reconsider.”
“Listen, Frank, this little shit between my mom and me, it’s as old as time. She’s a controlling shrew and I’m not a little teenager anymore trying to make mommy happy.”
“She just wants what’s best for you.”
“Maybe, but her best isn’t mine. I’m leaving. You can avoid your fight.”
He sighed and shook his head. “No. I’m telling her what I’ve decided no matter what. You can stay or leave, but you’re welcome back whenever you want.”
I nodded, even more impressed. “Okay, Frank.”
“Okay.” He turned and left without another word.
I liked him. As much as I didn’t want to, I liked him. I thought he was an idiot for marrying my mother, and maybe a little gullible, but he seemed like a decent enough man.
I finished packing and stood up, tossing my duffel over my shoulder. The house was comfortable, by far the nicest place I’d lived in a long time, but I had to be moving on. I had my bike, some stuff in storage, and some cash in savings. I was going to be fucking fine.
But for some reason I didn’t want to leave. Pride or not, part of me wanted to drop my bag and take Frank up on his offer. I wanted to stay next door to Alexa, to flirt with her mercilessly until she eventually gave in to herself and her needs.
But fuck that. Fuck weakness. I pushed open my bedroom door and went down the steps.
Outside, I found my bike parked where I’d left it. I sat down on the seat, grabbed the clutch, and started it. The engine roared to life as I gave the house one last look.
And then Alexa came out the front door dressed in short shorts and a tight as fuck T-shirt. I knew I should have gotten out of there, sped away, signed her papers through the mail and forgotten the whole fucking thing. I should have concentrated on my fighting. But I didn’t.
“Hey,” she yelled over the engine. “Where are you going?”
“Leaving,” I yelled back.
“Can you turn that thing off?”
I grinned at her. “I could.”
She rolled her eyes. “Be mature. For once.”
I laughed and killed the engine. “What’s up, Alex?”
“I just wanted to say . . . you know.”
She looked so damn uncomfortable that it was sexy. I loved how sheepish and embarrassed she could get. The girl was incapable of saying exactly what she wanted.
“You wanted to say that you’re desperate for me to come inside for one last goodbye fuck?”
She made a face. “We haven’t even had a hello fuck, in case you forgot.”
“I haven’t forgotten. I haven’t stopped thinking about fucking that perfect little cunt of yours since I got here.”
She blushed. “Okay, well stop. That’s not what this is about.”
“What’s it about, then?”
“I just, you know.” She looked frustrated.
“Spit it out, wifey.”
“I just wanted you to stay. You should stay.”
I grinned at her. “I know you want me to.”
“Don’t be an ass. You think that’s easy to say to you?”
“I guess not.”
“I know my dad said you don’t need to leave, and I’m saying it too.”
“What’s in it for me?”
She blinked at me, surprised. “What do you mean? Free room and board plus meals, I guess.”
“I don’t give a shit about that. What do I get if I stay?”
“Why do you need to get something? I’m just trying to be nice he
re.”
“You want me to stay. I want something to make me stay.”
She bit her lip, looking frustrated, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. She was wondering if I meant sex and couldn’t decide if she would do that, if she could promise she’d fuck me if I stayed. Even though she wanted to, she knew it would be weird, or bad, or whatever she thought.
“What do you want?” she asked finally.
“Come to my fight. It’s in a few days.”
She looked surprised at that. “Wait, you just want me to come watch you fight?”
“That’s it. Come watch me fight and then decide if you want me to stay or not.”
“I can do that.”
“I’d be careful, sis. You might not know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“I’ve been to a fight before.”
“Maybe, but you’ve never seen someone you know put their life on the line.”
She shrugged, not sure what to say. “Well, fine. I can do that.”
“One more thing. Come alone. Don’t bring your friend.”
She opened her mouth, shut it, and nodded. “Okay.”
“I’ll text you the details.”
“Okay.”
I grabbed the clutch and started the engine again. She stepped back away from the bike, blinking.
“Later, wife,” I yelled.
“Stop calling me that,” she called back. I began to pull out into traffic. “And sign the papers, you asshole!” she yelled as I roared away.
I smirked to myself, tearing up the road. Maybe I would be moving back home after all.
I liked it when the locker room was empty.
It was a few days after I’d moved out of Frank’s house. I hadn’t seen or spoken to Alexa, though I did send her the fight details. She hadn’t gotten back to me, but I wasn’t letting that distract me from what I needed to do.
The last few days had been dedicated to training and watching tapes of the guy I was fighting. He was young and aggressive and strong, but I was confident. I was always confident.
I liked it when the locker room was empty. I could sit there and meditate, get my mind right, empty my brain, and get ready for what I was about to do.
And I was about to fight for my life. Every time I entered the ring, I knew that I could die. I was risking life and limb in there, risking my future, my career. One wrong move, one false step, and I could easily get beaten, broken, or worse.