Page 41 of Step Alpha

Except it wasn’t my mom and Logan pulling up.

It was Wilde. And he’s been in my room.

In fact, he’s standing in the kitchen holding up my laptop.

“Care to explain?”

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Wilde

I’m not sure I believed what I saw on Rayne’s laptop.

Foot porn?

I think that’s what it was. A video Rayne made of herself walking around and rubbing her legs together. Stroking her own feet.

I saw flashes of her panty-clad ass which made my dick painfully hard and made me want to smash the computer right there on the spot, so no one else ever sees that video.

The runt turns pale now, her azure eyes huge in her heart-shaped face. “What are you doing with that?” she snaps. She tries to reach for it, but I hold it up high, making her jump.

Despite the bravado, I scent her panic.

I shift it low, high, behind my back. I’m faster than her, and over a foot taller. She will never get this laptop from me. I make my voice extra casual. “I needed a change of clothes, and seeing how it’s my room, I went in.”

“Your clothes aren’t in there anymore. They’re in bins in the garage.” She’s speaking quickly, still lunging right and left to get at the laptop.

“Are you making foot porn, Rayne?”

“No. It’s, uh, a video for class. Art class. About perspective.”

I laugh. “That lie is not even plausible.”

“Truth is stranger than fiction.”

“Tell me or explain it to my dad when he gets here.”

She stops trying to reach behind my back, going still. She’s out of breath with high spots of color on her cheeks. The fact that I know what color panties she has on under those shorts makes it hard not to undress her in my mind.

I can see why she might be good at foot porn if that’s what this is. She has shapely legs. Tiny geisha feet. They’re bare right now, and I look at them with a new perspective. Yeah, they’re cute. She definitely looked hot as hell strutting around my bedroom in high heels.

“Explain it to me, Rayne.”

My dad’s car pulls up in the driveway. Rayne’s panicked gaze darts toward the garage.

“You’re almost out of time.”

Another glance. “Okay, fine.” She starts talking fast. “It’s foot porn. It pays really well, and I’m saving for college. Otherwise, there’s no way I’d make it, even with the partial scholarship.” She reaches out her hand. “Now give it here.”

The door from the garage opens.

Please, she mouths, her eyes wide and desperate.

I make her suffer for three more seconds then finally hand over the laptop. She lets out a sigh of relief as she snatches it from me and runs to her bedroom.

“Hi, hon,” Leslie, Rayne’s mom, chirps when they come in. “Oh, hi, Wilde. How was your day?”

My dad gives me his now customary glower.

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