Page 1 of Dirty Pucking Tease

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"Jax," I roared, drawing out his name as I pounded my fist against the bathroom door. "Get out of the bathroom." I banged again, this time harder. "You've been in there for over an hour." Jaw clenched, I glared at the closed door, dropping my fist.

Clenching my fists at my side, I blew out a loud, exaggerated growl and dropped my forehead to the door with a thud. "Jax." His name came out as a dramatic whine. "Please, get out of the bathroom."

"Just use my bathroom," Harlow, my younger sister, yelled outside my bedroom door. That would be an easy fix, except all my things were in my bathroom—the one I was forced to share with my evil stepbrother, Jaxtyn.

Why my stepmother and father thought it would be a good idea for Jax and me to share a Jack-and-Jill bathroom was beyond me, but they did, and now we fought at least once a day over it. Well, to be fair, it was always me standing outside the bathroom screaming. My younger sister, Harlow, and Jaxtyn's younger sister, Syn, shared a bathroom. Trystan, Jaxtyn's olderbrother, got his own, and I had to share with an egotistical jerk who spent way too much time staring at himself in the mirror.

"Fuck this," I muttered, pushing off the door. I had my first date tonight, and I had less than thirty minutes to get ready. I stormed out of my room and straight into his. He always locked my side, but he never locked his. Throwing the door open, I walked straight in. He didn't even give me a sideways glance, like he'd expected it.

Letting my gaze fall, I noticed he wore nothing but a white towel wrapped low on his hips. Beads of water shined across his broad shoulders, toned chest, and tight abs. I watched the muscles flex as he moved to put his toothbrush back in the glass holder. He was infuriatingly annoying, but it was even more infuriating how stupid hot he was. Like the kind of hot that had girls begging to take their panties off for him, even if he'd been an asshole to them. What was even worse was that he knew it.

"Did you need something, Baby Cruz?" He smirked, his gaze flicking up to me in the mirror as he swiped his thumb across his full bottom lip. My jaw clenched at the stupid nickname he'd given me, reminding me why I hated him. He'd overheard my dad call me baby once years ago during a conversation when I was struggling with my mother's death. He added my last name, and now he only ever referred to me as Baby Cruz.

"I need the bathroom," I said cocking my hip to the side as I crossed my arms over my chest. "I have a date tonight."

He spun around. His amused gaze scanned me from bottom to top. "You look like a homeless person." He scoffed a sarcastic laugh, crossing his arms over his broad-tatted chest as he leaned back on the counter. He was referring to my three-day-old ratty ripped Kiss tee and two-size-too-big grey sweatpants.

"That's why I need the bathroom." I scowled. "So get out, or I'm getting ready with you in here." The look in his eyes shifted from amusement to something else. Something dark as his eyeslingered a little longer than normal on my lips. Something that, if I didn't know better, looked like jealousy.

Clearing his throat, he spun around, averting his gaze. He grabbed his phone off the countertop. "I would watch if I were into itty bitty titties and an overgrown bush." He sneered, bumping my shoulder on his way out. I rolled my eyes but decided not to engage. I had less than twenty minutes to get ready now. "You should make time for a shower." My eyes flicked up to see him through the mirror. He turned up his nose like something smelled bad. "You stink." He slammed the bathroom door shut.

Standing in front of the mirror, I sniffed myself. I didn't have time for a shower. Fuck! I'd just let him get into my head. Now I would be paranoid all night, thinking I stunk.

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Standing on the second-floor balcony overlooking the narrow driveway, I watched as Kaia and Harlow strolled towards Kaia's new sleek black Lexus. A gift from my mother for Kaia's eighteenth birthday.

Before their father married my mother, they lived closer to the east side projects and attended an underfunded public school.

Now, they lived in a million-dollar mansion, drove a luxury car, and graduated from one of the world's best private schools, but Kaia spent her nights working in a bar on the lower East Side where she grew up, and everything about that annoyed me.

Kaia beeped the Lexus unlocked and tossed her purse into the seat. I knew she'd been lying about a date. No one was stupid enough to show up here to pick her up. No one was stupid enough to touch what was off-limits, and Kaia was off-limits to everyone, but just in case, I waited to see.

My gaze trailed down to her heart-shaped ass in her skin-tight jeans, and I bit into my bottom lip, picturing my hand curling into it as she rode my cock, but I immediately shook away the images. She was off-limits even to me. She was mystep-sister, but that didn't stop her from teasing me, though I suspected it was unintentional.

She left the door open to her bathroom every night, and every night when she shoved the thin sheet off her, I had the perfect view of her perfect round ass. It was too bad she didn't sleep topless, too. It was hard to believe she didn't know that her bed was completely visible from my bed through the opened doorway. Or maybe she was just a dirty tease.

"Let's go, Syn," Harlow called out, brushing a strand of dirty blonde hair from her eyes. The sisters twisted to see a bright red Ford Mustang swerve down the drive. After parking next to Kaia, a tall, lean blonde appeared from the car. Kaia turned around, her eyes narrowing on the blonde, who was here to see me.

Carly flicked Kaia and Harlow a smile before situating herself and giving her face a once over in the reflection of her car window.

"Who are you?" Syn asked, pausing in front of the red Mustang. Syn was the same age as Harlow, but the two were complete opposites. Syn was the epitome of her name. The only similarities between them were their ages and their height. Harlow was a dirty blonde with almost no curves, while Syn's hair was jet black, and she was covered from head to toe in tattoos and piercings.

"I'm meeting Jax." Carly flashed a large white smile. "You must be Syn."

"Save it," Syn snarled, shoving her dark black hair over her shoulder, revealing her newest tattoo. "No need to make friends." Syn shrugged her narrow shoulders. "They'll be a new you tomorrow." Syn wasn't wrong.

My gaze flashed to Kaia, and when her piercing blue eyes flashed up to meet mine, I realized it wasn't Carly I wanted up here tonight, but she'd have to do because I couldn't have Kaia.

The girls slid into the Lexus, and Carly headed toward the house.

"Hey baby," Carly purred from behind me mere seconds later. "What do you want to do tonight?"

Curling my fingers over the railing, I replayed her question. What did I want to do tonight? My gaze followed Kaia's black Lexus as it pulled out of the driveway and into traffic.

Kaia.

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