STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 15

Scarlett's POV

Jayden takes a deep breath, his mouth inches from or ear as a deep groan vibrates in his throat. You

feel his erection twitch against your ass.

"Fuck, you're so sexy, Scarlett"

"Mmm"

You respond but you're too focused on letting a sly smile spread on your mouth, as your peer

challengingly at Oliver as if ti say 'game on asshole'

He tries to use my friends to make me jealous... time to see if he likes it.

Oliver furrows his brow, downs his beer and shoves it into the arms of some random person passing by

before he's moving towards you.

Oh fuck, oh fuck... he's coming over

Jayden doesn't notice the way your panic sets in and makes you tense up. You release his hands, but

he takes control and runs them up your body, unaware that you've been using him to make another

man jealous.

No

You shake your head at Oliver, hoping he'll get the hint and stay away, but even if he does, he ignores

you. No, instead, he returns your salacious grin, and stops directly in front of you. You turn your head to

witness Jayden's confusion.

"Yeah man?"

"Scarlett"

"What the hell are you doing here?"

He ignores Jayden completely

"I think you're forgetting our little chat earlier"

You shrug, blatantly appearing agitated, but you know it wont do you any good. Not when it comes to

Oliver. He only sees and catches on to what he wants to.

He's one selective mother fucker

"We didn't discuss anything important"

"Oh really? Should i refresh your memory?"

Oliver raises his brow at you, knowing full well what his words are doing to your body. You clench your Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

walls, and stifle a soft sigh.

"Ha, I'd love to see you try"

Oliver directs his attention to Jayden who looks just as confused as when Oliver first walked over.

Oliver reaches for you, wrapping his arms around your waists.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Jayden glares at Oliver and reaches for you, but Oliver presses his hand threateningly against his

chest, holding him back.

"She's done using you to provoke me"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Oliver your being an asshole"

He turns his head so his mouth is almost touching your neck, and he whispers in your ear, and your

opposition melts.

"I'm gonna jog your memory"

You cast Jayden a sympathetic look as Oliver begins leading you away form him.

"Oliver I told you not to come"

"Oh, baby, I'm not going to be the one who's cuming"

Oh fuck... oh fuck...

Your mind is clouded with images of him stroking your folds with the same skilful movements he had

when you caught him jerking off. Your body yearns for his touch in a way that's toxic.

"Tell me, Scarlett. Should I use my fingers? Or my tongue?"

"Oh shit, your tongue... use your tongue"

"Mmm... how about i use both?"

"You're the expert"

You moan softly as he pulls you into the office. The same one you were going to sneak into to find a

bathroom and some quiet. He locks the door.

You stumble backwards a few steps, but his arms are wrapped around you once again. He reaches for

your jaw, tightening his grip just enough to control your movements, so he could force your gaze level

with his.

"Oh, Scarlett, trying too provoke me... cute"

"It worked didn't it?"

"You don't have to dangle yourself and entice me like that. You already know I want you. After this, you

wont forget."

"Oh, I'm sure I wont"

Your eyes flutter closed when he caresses your bottom lip with his thumb

"I don't think you'll be able to resist, baby"

He's damn right about that

Just as he leans forward you hear familiar screaming. You jerk your head back and look alarmingly

towards the door

"That's Bri!"

Oliver groans, before dropping his arms back down to his side, and straightening his pants to hide his

monstrous erection.

You move past him, ripping open the door to find Briana and another girl in a screaming match. You

stalk toward them, ready to fight the bitch yelling at her if you have to, when you feel a hand on your

lower back. Oliver steps in.

Oliver steps right in front of Bri, grabbing her arm to hold he steady behind him before he addresses

the bitch who's screaming at her.

"First of all, can you back the fuck up out of her face"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Do yourself a favour, shut your mouth and back up"

"How about you mind your own fucking business"

"Or, what? You're gonna get one of these little fucking high schoolers to come put me in my place?

Please... I'd love to fucking drop somebody tonight. Ive been waiting for the fucking opportunity"

She shrinks back, a frown sketched onto her face, making her forehead a mass of wrinkles, and

outlining the bags under her eyes. Oliver turns to Bri, points at you. You wave at Bri. She stumbles

sideways as she begins walking towards you. Oliver catches her and helps her stay standing while

leading her to you.

"Bri, What the fuck is going on? What the fuck was that about?"

"The bitch got an attitude because I accidentally bumped into her"

You feel the onset of a headache. You pinch the bridge of your nose. Oliver rests his hand on your

shoulder, while he peers at you with concern.

"Are you alright?"

"Just a headache"

"What do you guys want to do?"

Bri burps, covers her mouth and frowns.

"I'm not feeling too good"

Not even ten seconds later, she clutches her stomach, lurching forward and vomiting on the floor near

your feet. You jump backwards.

"Fuck, Bri!"

Oliver reaches quirky for her hair, pulling it back out her face. Eyes though out the entire room turn

towards you as she wrenches on the floor.

"Are you okay?"

Bri grunts, but cant speak as another bout of dry heaving hits her.

"We're gonna leave. Could your drive us?"

Oliver nods, and just as Bri is done throwing up, she wipes her mouth and you and Oliver attempt to

help escort her to his car that's parked out front just a little down the street. When you get to his car,

you help her inside the back, and slide into the passenger seat.

"That was awful timing"

You look at him, watching as he pulls out onto the road.

Nothing like a distraction to keep you from possibly making a mistake. Lately it seems like most of what

we keep doing is a mistake.

"Well I assumed we'd be there longer. Not sure if we can take her home drunk"

"Bring her back to our house"

"Why?"

The last thing I need is for my parents to I see us.

"No ones home but me. They're gone to a hotel for the night. Something about a romantic evening"

"Oh. I see"

You shift uncomfortably in your seat.

All of us... alone at the house. So not a good idea, but I'm out of options.

"Okay, just take us home"

You ignore the uncertainty in your mind.

It'll be fine. Besides, Bri's sick and she's gonna need my help.

When you look at Oliver as he stops at a red light, you legalise his eyes are on you. The way he's

looking at you, it's like he wants to devour you right there, and you know you're in trouble.