My Street Fighting Stepbrother - Book 1 (Stepbrother Erotic Romance) (4 page)

“
Addison,” I said, too
nervous to say another word.

“
Well all right Addison,
your wish is my command, one vodka cranberry on the rocks coming
right up.”

He poured my drink, tossing a couple ice
cubes in it and slid the clear plastic cup across the mini bar into
the waiting contours of my hand. I smiled. “Thanks,” I said, too
much of a coward to ask him his name.

I pulled the cup to my mouth when out of
nowhere a hand gripped my wrist, preventing it from ever touching
my lips. “What the hell?” I said, a bolt of surprise coursing
through me as I looked up to find my stepbrother Trent. I hadn’t
seen him in over a year.

His face was stern, as if ready to
discipline me. “You don’t think you’re going to drink that on my
watch do you?”

“
Get your hand off of me!”
I yanked it back spilling half of my drink on the scraped up wooden
floors of the frat house. I’d almost forgotten that he was going to
be here. His superiority complex over me had really grown old; I
was eighteen for Christ’s sake, old enough to make my own
decisions, just not according to him.

He gripped my wrist tighter until it hurt
but didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to. His intense stare into my
eyes told me all that I needed to know.  With his other hand
he reached for my drink, pulling it from my fingers, and I let
him.

“
Hey man, take your hand
off of her,” the bartender said.

Trent released me and walked up to him.
“Excuse me?”

“
What’s your fucking
problem bro? It’s just one drink. Leave her alone.”

Trent slid his arm across the bar knocking
red party cups and garnishments all over the floor. “She’s my
sister, asshole. Give her another drink and I’ll fuck you up. Do
you understand me?”

The frightened eyes of the bartender looked
directly at the ground; this wasn’t a fight he was going to pick.
“Sorry bro, I didn’t know.”

Trent nodded, continuing to stare him down.
“That’s what I thought.”

The rest of my vodka-cranberry disappeared
in one swift swig down Trent’s throat. He placed the cup on the bar
and walked toward me. “Don’t ever let me see you drinking here
again. These guys are notorious for spiking drinks and raping
women.”

I began to cry. “That’s such bullshit! I
don’t believe you. Why are you so fucking mean to me? He wasn’t
trying to hurt me; he was actually sweet and kinda funny.”

“
I’m not being mean to you
Addison. I’m just making sure you don’t get hurt. I couldn’t live
with myself if something happened to you. Do you understand where
I’m coming from?”

“
No, I don’t. There’s no
reason for this. I’m an adult; I can make my own
decisions.”

He laughed. “Not around me you can’t, you’ll
always be my little sister.”

“
We’re not even related!”
I said, wiping the tears from my eyes.

“
Cold,” he said. “Ice
cold, especially given how long I’ve known you. You should be
grateful that I care enough to protect you.”

“
I’m sorry Trent. I didn’t
mean it like that.”

“
But you did,
though.”

“
No, I-I-”

He cut me off. “Yes, you did. Enough. I’ve
been your stepbrother for 14 years. I’ve earned the right to look
after you, even if you aren’t my blood, understand?”

I nodded. I guess on some facet of his
argument he had a point, but that didn’t mean I had to like it.

My girlfriend Susie who I’d just met at the
dorms a week ago stumbled toward Trent and I on a pair of neon blue
heels in the skankiest black dress I’d ever seen, which matched her
raven hair. “Addison, you gotta come see this! There’s a pool party
at the Kappa house!”

If Trent were to find me in such a dress
with my ass hanging out he’d strike me across the face. Trent gave
me one of his dangerous, unpredictable stares.

Susie composed herself as she swayed in
front of us, holding a rum and coke in one hand, and a cigarette in
the other. She sipped her drink through a tiny red straw as she
looked up and down at Trent. “Jesus baby girl you’ve found yourself
a hunk already? Didn’t take you long at all, hot damn! I know you
said you wanted to get laid tonight, and I’m gunna tell you right
now, you could do a hell of a lot worse.” Through a crooked smile
she sucked up more of her drink.

Trent looked at me, his face turning red,
though he maintained his composure.

I’d never really thought of Trent as a hunk,
it was too hard to get passed the belittling and control of the
last 14 years. As much as I hated to admit it, Susie was right. In
the eyes of any other woman, Trent was a stud. He kept his body in
immaculate condition; working out every day to keep his six pack
abs and chiseled chest on point. His wavy brown hair gave way to a
set of green eyes that glimmered like emeralds, almost enough to
make you think he was a decent guy, but I knew better. I’d also had
the unfortunate experience of seeing him nude on many occasions.
His dick was big enough to please even the pickiest of women, as
every one of my high school girlfriends could attest to. Last time
I checked he’d fucked them all. I could only sigh in exasperation.
Susie was just another floozy eager to take his cock, just like
high school. God dammit I hated him. “Susie, meet Trent, my
brother.”

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