Cora appears next to me, leaning quickly to snag the bag before me. “It’s party time, guys,” she squeals, and her friends whoop and cheer. Coming up the drive is the delivery driver from our favorite Chinese restaurant with a moderately sized bag of food. Cora hands the bags to her friends, and they begin to take everything into the den. As I’m retrieving our takeout, music starts pumping out of the speakers, loud enough that it rattles the pictures on the walls.
Oh, hell no. I’m not dealing with this shit tonight, not after everything.
I shove the bag into Danny’s hands and slam the front door. Storming toward the den, I fly into the room to find Cora and her friends dancing with drinks in their hands and way fewer clothes than they were wearing a second ago. Apart from the guy friend, everyone else is dressed in crop tops and snug jeans. Cora’s stripped off to a solid black bralette and booty shorts, and my chin drops until my jaw strains. Holy fuck, she looks good.
Like all my teenage wet dreams come to life.
The way she throws her head back and laughs, then takes a long pull of beer, her throat working to swallow, makes me entirely lose whatever anger was bubbling inside me and the thread of all the yelling I intended to do.
One of her friends notices me and nods at Cora, who turns to the doorway. Her eyebrows rise in a challenge, and I roll my lips between my teeth, my mind whirring over what to do.
This girl needs a firm slap on her ass. She needs harsh fingers gripping her hair and a fuck so deep and hard she won’t be able to sit down for a week. Thinking these kinds of thoughts is so out of character for me, but my mouth waters at the memory of her rounded ass in those skimpy panties and what it would look like with a red handprint the size of mine emblazoned on her skin.
All this fucking around Danny’s been doing…is it because he has a crush on this girl? Maybe if he just fucked her, all the ridiculous pranking and vindictiveness would disappear. Then again, she’d probably hate him for using her, and we’d be back to square one.
“You can come in, you know,” Cora drawls, dancing with a seductive sway to her hips. Behind me, I feel my brothers gathering. “We have enough food and drink for everyone.”
I nod at the table, which is spilling over with the delivery. “That must have cost you a fortune,” I say, eyeing the champagne.
“Not me,” she says brightly. “I’m a starving potter, remember? Randolph’s credit card was kind enough to bear the cost.”
Alden splutters into a cough behind me, and Danny mutters a stream of foul curse words.
“Let’s get out of here,” Tobias says, resting a hand on my shoulder.
Cora and her friends grin, one is dancing in front of her, and another is pressed against her ass. It’s like the most delicious sandwich I’ve ever seen in my life, but just one taste, and I’d be poisoned like Snow White.
Shit.
As I finally find the strength to tear my eyes from our gorgeous soon-to-be stepsister and follow my brothers into the kitchen, I have no idea what will happen next.
Randolph will of course get that credit card bill and no doubt hit the roof.
Not that Cora will care even slightly.
And from the tensed bunch of Danny’s shoulders, he’s on the war path again.
10
RIVER
I saunter out of the shower, toweling my shoulders dry, my dick swinging from side to side as I make my way to the lockers. Today, Coach trained us with the kind of spite that we only ever see when he’s had a row with his wife. My thighs feel like they’re bleeding under the skin, and my arms are like two dead weights.
“Hey River,” Dornan yells from across the locker room. “I heard you’ve got a girl living over at your place. Your stepsister?”
“Yeah,” I say. “She moved in just over a week ago.”
“You bang her yet?” Dornan’s grin is lopsided, but I ignore him and pull on my black underwear.
“Every night at River’s is like a porno,” James laughs, tossing his towel until it hits me on the head. Grabbing it by the edge, I whip it back in his direction, clipping him hard on his calves and making him yelp.
“No porno,” I say. “But maybe that’s a good idea. There’s a lot of tension in the house right now that a good fucking would probably fix.”
“Five of you and one of her. That’s a porno I’d watch the hell out of,” Dornan says.
A rumble of laughter spreads through the room, and I join in because, to be honest, it’s a porno I’d watch the hell out of too. I don’t know what it is about the idea of a group of guys fucking one girl that makes my cock hard as a rock. It would seem I’m not alone in this kink either. Some of my brothers have indulged in this more than once, and some of this team has run a train over at least three of the cheer team this academic year.