Page 2 of Forbidden Mischief
Getting out of the car, I smile, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. “There they are!” Dexter cheers as he comes down to the car to meet us. He gives my mom a big hug and a kiss that almost passes PG ratings. I look away, giving them some privacy.
Letting my eyes roam over the house, I take in the true beauty of this place. But as I reach the door, I stop. My heart picks up, my cock twitching at the sight of one of the hottest guys I’ve ever laid eyes on, leaning against the doorway, with a sexy little smirk on his face.
Cupping his mouth, he shouts. “Get a room!” followed by a chuckle.
“Sorry,” Mom giggles as she pulls away from Dexter.
“Don’t mind Zayne. He’s always a cheeky little shit.” Dexter chuckles.
“Love you too, Dad!” He turns and disappears inside the house.
Dad.Shit, the guy who’s practically making me drool is my step-brother.Lovely.Well, it’s not the first time I found someone hot that’s off limits, and it won’t be the last.
“Come in, come in,” Dexter says, waving us both inside.
Following after, I’m in total awe, eyes widening at the sight of the place. Everything is made of wood, with a big fountain in the center of the entryway. I’m going to get lost in this place, I justknowit.
I keep following them until we get to a seating area, and I find Zayne already sitting on one of the couches.
“I hope your flight was good?” Dexter asks, tucking my mom under his arm and kissing the top of her head.
“It was. But I’m glad to be back on land.” Mom laughs.
“So, Asher, I want you to meet my son, Zayne.”
I look at the man in question and give him a silent nod. He raises a brow, that smirk still on his face. “Well, hello to you too.”
“Zayne is the same age as you. So you two will be in the same grade, maybe even the same classes.” Dexter sounds like he likes that idea.
“Cool.” I nod again, saying nothing else.
“Zayne, do you mind helping Asher get his and Alice’s bags from the car?”
Zayne slaps the arm of the couch before standing. “Nope. But I got to go after.”
“And where might you be going?” Dexter’s eyebrow rises in question.
“I’m heading to the woods with some friends for a bonfire. I told you I was going this morning. Are you getting old?” Zayne jokes, making Dexter laugh.
I stand there, watching. Is this how all dads are with their kids, or is it just how these two are? I don’t think my dad has ever joked around with me once. He’d prefer to degrade me more than anything, really.
“Watch it, kid.” Dexter chuckles. “How about we eat first, then you can go?”
“Fine.” Zayne rolls his eyes.
As he walks past me, Zayne claps me on the shoulder, and it takes everything in me not to flinch in response. “Come on, little brother. Let’s go get those bags. I’m starving.”
Zayne walks ahead of me, and it takes me a moment to follow after.Little brother?From what my mom said, he’s only a few months older than me, although I’m the bigger one of the two of us. He’s a few inches shorter than me.
As we head out to the car, I can’t stop looking at him. His arms have muscles, giving off the vibe that he goes to the gym, or works out for some kind of sport. I’m betting he’s on the hockey or football team. He just gives off that cocky-jock vibe. Although, so far he doesn’t seem like an ass.
Speaking of asses,hisis too damn nice for a stepbrother. And his brown hair, fuck. I need to stop.
“You get your bags, I’ll get your mom’s,” Zayne says as he opens the trunk.
“Thanks.” I grunt, opening the back door to get my stuff.
Once everything is out, he shuts the trunk and looks at me. “You’re not a man of many words, are you, Asher?”
