Filthy (A Stepbrother Romance) #1 (2 page)

              All I could think about as I allowed the busty blonde in front of me to suck my cock was that she didn’t feel nor look like Mia. That girl had woven her way under my skin, and for some reason the fact that she didn’t want me just made me want her more. I was damned.

              “Can we fuck now?” The blonde’s sultry tone told me that she hadn’t really come all the way out to my house just to give me a blow job like her text said. That was okay though because I wasn’t feeling this, and I definitely wasn’t in the mood for sex right now.

              “No. We can’t fuck.” I rolled my eyes, pushing her shoulders back enough to weasel my way out from underneath her. I pulled my pants up and buttoned them while she fixed her shirt and skirt that had ridden up. I should’ve been toning down my player ways, but I wasn’t really like that. I didn’t tone anything down for anyone.

              “That’s what I came here for.” She pouted, looking up at me. I wasn’t even sure what to say to her as I turned down sex with my usual for the first time ever. Instead I pointed toward the door, hoping that would give her the answer to all her questions.

              It did, but she still stomped her foot and pouted like a child who wasn’t getting her way. And people thought that I was the asshole for bringing girls home with me. If they didn’t want to be here, then they wouldn’t be.

              “I’ve got shit to do, Mandy, and my dad needs my help tonight.” I partially lied. My dad and I had to meet for dinner tonight, but outside of that I didn’t have shit to do. I just wasn’t feeling it.

              Mandy smiled up at me, her hand landing against my chest as she gave me her best fuck-me-eyes. I understood what she was doing. No one liked being turned down, and it was even worse when it came from someone like me.

              I picked up her hand removing it from my chest and pointed toward the door. “Out.” I ordered, the niceness in my voice disappearing in an instant. I could see the wheels in her head turning.

              It was then that my phone started ringing. I reached into the front pocket of my jeans and fetched my
iPhone
out, sliding my finger across the screen as soon as I saw my buddy Nick’s number.

              “T-Man!” he bellowed into the phone. I laughed gruffly, watching Mandy leave the room.

              “Nick, what’s up?” I asked. Slipping my shirt over my head, I shucked my pants off so that I could get into the shower and make myself presentable before I had to meet up with my father for dinner.

              “What’s up? That’s all you have to fucking say after running from class earlier today? I should be the one asking that, man.” Nick was being a bit dramatic. Then again it wasn’t often that I just up and left class, or better yet didn’t return to class. Sometimes there were more important things.

             
Like Mia.

              “I had to catch up with someone. Don’t be so dramatic; you’re worst than a girl.” I laughed into the phone, heading to the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror. There the person I really was didn’t have to be hidden. The mask could come off, and the pain of my past could be exposed. It was like being able to rip a band-aide off without screaming out loud.

              “Dude, you fucking ran. That’s cause for some bro’s before hoe’s shit. I mean, what the fuck were you doing?” He baited me. Nick was a great friend, but there was a lot of shit he didn’t know about me or my life. I kept myself hidden, because if I let people get too close, then they could hurt me.

              I refused to give anyone unworthy of that, the power to hurt me. I ran a hand through my dark hair and looked at my reflection. My eyes were heavy, and my body was taut with pent up energy. I guess that’s what I got for refusing Mandy’s offer of sex.

“Talon, are you still there? All I hear is radio silence.” I rolled me eyes.

“I have to get ready to meet my dad for dinner,” I added, waiting impatiently for him to respond.

“Whatever, just call me when you get done.” I could hear the aggravation in his voice. I wanted to say something to him, to react to him, but  that would give way to my caring nature, and I didn’t do that.

Instead, I pushed the thought and his anger to the back of my mind, turning on the shower to let the steam of the hot water fill the room. I leaned into the mirror; did Mia see me for me. The thought scared the fuck out of me. If she wasn’t giving into my advances after months of me chasing her, then there was a real reason. Either that or she actually wasn’t attracted to me.

I smirked to myself as I got in the shower. The chance of that was extremely unlikely. Everyone wanted a piece of Talon fuckin’ Reed. I was the God of pussy eating. I could make a girl come with a wink. My job was to satisfy the female population of Central Heights.

The hot water beat against my skin, washing away the smell of Mandy and the stress of the day. It didn’t matter how much I tried to think about someone else or something else. The second the soap hit my hands and I started to wash my body I was reaching for my cock, Mia being the first thing to come to mind. I couldn’t help myself as I leaned against the wall, pumping in and out of my hand, keeping my grip tight as a vice with every stroke.

“Fuck!!” I hissed out as my head leaned back against the tiles and my eyes drifted closed, a picture of Mia completely naked entering my mind. Her creamy white skin would be red from my assault against her body. The way her pink nipples would pucker as I blew against them softly.

Her soft moans would resonate throughout the room and push me to go harder inside of her. I continued to pump myself, my grip growing harder with every slide of my palm over the skin.

“Oh, Talon…”
I could practically hear her voice in my head as if she was really here. It was with her voice that my release came, cum sputtering out of me. I stroked myself through the pleasure until I went limp in my hand, then I picked myself up and finished my shower.

There weren’t many girls that I had masturbated to in the shower now a days, but Mia, damn it all to fucking hell she had been one. The girl had a hate hard on for me. Nothing I did was good in her eyes, and of course I wanted to screw her about twenty times more all because of that hate.

I rinsed off, shut the water off, and got out of the shower grabbing the nearest towel. I dried off and picked up my phone. I had a missed call from my dad, and looking at the time I could tell that I was late for dinner.

“Fuck a duck!” I growled, going to my closet and getting my clothes out. If anyone cared about being on time, it was my dad. He was going to throw a bitch fit. Great. I smirked. It was kind of worth it; after all, I got to spend more than five minutes in Mia’s presence without her hating me, even if it was inside my own head.

              I slipped into a dress and heels the second I made it to my mom’s house. I had to meet her at the
Chop House
in less than an hour, and I wasn’t ever good at being on time; that and it didn’t help that I couldn’t focus to save my life.

              Even when I wanted nothing to do with Talon Reed, somehow he weaseled his way into my mind. I was seriously going to talk to Professor Hank about moving me, even if it let Talon know that he was finally starting to get to me. I grabbed my phone and purse off the marble island, my eyes sweeping to the microwave over the stove. I needed to get going.

              I was just out the door and walking down the stone path to my jeep when my phone started to ring. I huffed out a breath fishing it from the pocket of my dress, my mother’s name flashing across the screen. What could she possibly want other than to tell me to hurry up?

              “Yes.” I made sure I sounded annoyed so that when she started to bitch about how long it was taking me then I could say if you didn’t call me I would already be there. What I got instead shocked me.

              “Have you left already? I’m just checking because I just got here, and I didn’t want to go in without you.” My mom was always soft spoken except for when she was pissed off. Right now, I could tell there was something up. She never acted this happy or okay with me running late.

              “I’m in my jeep right now, headed toward you at sixty miles an hour,” I laughed, starting my jeep.

              “Good. I’ll see you soon.” I wondered why she had called altogether as I hung up the phone and headed toward the restaurant. I needed to get out more: go to a couple more parties or maybe join some type of sport. I needed more hobbies than reading every single night. College was meant to be bigger and better than this.

             
Going to parties means seeing Talon.

              My mind reminded myself of that, and immediately staying in my room and reading sounded about ten times better. Ten minutes had passed since I spoke to my mom, and as I pulled into the restaurant parking lot my belly filled with anxiety. Call it intuition or whatever you want, but something told me that I was going to be in for one hell of a surprise.

              Putting one foot in front of the other, I grabbed my stuff and headed toward the entrance of the restaurant. The
Chop House
was a high-end eatery, a place my mom seemed to frequent a lot lately, now that I thought about it. It seemed a bit above her taste and pay grade being that she was nothing other than a RN at the Heights hospital.

              Yet, I didn’t question her or wherever she wanted to meet up. I should be thankful because most people’s parents didn’t take the time to meet up for dinner nowadays. It was as if the second we said we were going to college they threw a big party and moved somewhere warm.

              I walked into Chop House and was taken back by the over-the-top décor. A chandelier hung from the ceiling in the entranceway and a small seating area was off to the right where a small bar was located.

              A young man stood before me at the hostess stand. I could tell he didn’t want to be here just by the plain look of disinterest on his face. I looked down to his nametag, my eyes roaming over the name Leo.
Why Leo, you seem to be more interested in watching paint dry than being here;
I wanted to say but bit my tongue.

“Lacy Weston Party,” I said instead. I clutched my wallet in my hand as he checked the list before him for my mother’s name. Without even a “this way please”, or “over there”, he walked off, causing me to hustle behind him to catch up. He walked the aisles between the tables like a pro, where I did nothing but manage an excuse me here and there. The place was packed to the brim for a Tuesday night and all was okay, until I looked up from the marble floor and to my mother’s table. It was then my heart dropped into my stomach.

“Fuck no,” I mumbled under my breath gripping my wallet that much harder in my hand. The man I loathed more than anything in the world was sitting right next to my mother, and another man was sitting at the same table with them. This had to be some sick fucking joke.

Taking a deep breath and wiping the look of disgust from my face, I took my seat next to the man I didn’t know. The entire time I could feel Talon’s eyes on me, and as I took my seat I looked up at him. He wore a look of shock that matched my own. Looks like neither of us knew what was going on.

“Mother.” I narrowed me eyes at her, all but saying explain yourself now or else. She smiled at me like she did nothing wrong and then started to speak.

"Mia, this is Jackson Reed and his son Talon. I met Jackson at a widow support group last year.” She had to be kidding me; this couldn’t be going where I thought it was.

“This isn’t happening,” Talon spoke out loud. I shifted my attention to him and then back to my mother. I knew there was a reason she had been coming home late and eating at such high-end places. Here I thought it had something to do with working late but no, she was secretly seeing someone, that someone being Talon’s father. I couldn’t do this right now.

“We started dating months ago, and we decided that it was time for you both to meet as soon as things started to get serious,” Jackson, Talon’s father said smiling at me, as if he wanted to say
welcome to the family
, the smile alone giving me the heebie-jeebies. Not because he was creepy looking. He was actually quite handsome, but because he was Talon’s father, and I hated Talon.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to get married or some disturbing shit like that.” Talon sounded more pissed than I was, the mask he always worse slipping away to reveal an emotion I am sure no one had ever seen him show: fear. Wow, the man who showed no fear of being scared of anything was now on the border of pissing his pants.

“Talon, I know losing your mom was really hard for you but, you're an adult now and I think you're old enough that now it's my turn to find love again. I've been lonely since we lost your mom. I never thought I could love again, but Lacy has helped me heal. I know this is going to be an adjustment for both of you, but we've decided not to waste any time and plan on getting married." Jackson’s words caused my eyes to bulge out of my head and my hands to lift up to chest.

“I would’ve told you sooner, Mia, but I didn’t think you could handle it. I mean look at how…” I put my hands up to make her stop talking. She didn’t know shit. Only what she wanted to. That was the thing about her; all her choices were hers to make. It was those that it affected that should’ve mattered just as much.

“I’m with Mia. This is fucked up.” Talon’s hands were going through his hair so fast I was sure he was going to start losing some.

As I knew I would, I shifted my anger to him. I couldn’t stand him. Not in class, not in the hallways, or around campus, but now I would be forced to endure a lifetime of stepsibling love with him? Fuck no. Fuck that. Fuck all these people.

              I pushed my chair back, causing a loud scraping to sound across the marble floor which rang throughout the restaurant. I couldn’t do this shit, not here, not anywhere for that fact.

              “Sit down, you’re being dramatic,” my mother whispered under her breath as we were starting to draw attention. What she didn’t know was that I didn’t care, or maybe she did and it just didn’t matter to her. Who knew at this point? All I knew was that I was getting out of here. I stood from my chair the same time Talon did. I wanted to reach across the distance between us and take my anger out on the asshole. Instead, I directed my attention back to my mother.

              “Dramatic? Are you kidding me? I’m not the one that hid this for months. Also I refuse to be of any relation to that fucker over there.” I pointed at Talon’s form, watching him out of the corner of my eye.

              He lifted his hand over his heart, anguish etching into his features. “Awe, I’m wounded. As if you’re something special yourself.” I could hear his disgust; at least it was mutual at this point and time.

              “This isn’t about you, Mia. You need to stop being selfish. For the first time ever I am truly happy.” Jackson nodded in agreement, and I all but threw my hands in the air.

              “Fuck you. Fuck all of you,” I yelled turning on my heels and walking away from the table with a purpose like I never felt before. I hated Talon, and now I was going to have to live with him. He was going to be a permanent fixture in my life from here on out. Any feelings or thoughts I had about him before this moment needed to go away. There was only room for hate and anger for that asshole in my heart.

              My mother never got up from the table to follow me, to talk to me or see if I was going to be okay, and I didn’t shed one single tear until I got to my car. Then I realized just how real my father’s death was. My mom was moving on, going about her life like my father never existed.

              “Don’t act like you hate it more than me.” Talon’s deep voice vibrated through my body just as I unlocked my car door. I wiped away any stray tears, not wanting him to know the emotions that had been moved inside of me.

              “I don’t hate
it.
I just hate you,” I said hoarsely, my eyes catching on his as I slid into my Jeep closing the door and locking it behind me. Talon watched me for a moment longer, the concern in his eyes telling me he might care a little bit, but even I didn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe Talon fuckin’ Reed. He was a sex-wielding addict who had no room for love or a care in the world in his heart, but I didn’t want to admit it out loud or even to myself that I kind of still wanted him.