STEPBROTHER (R-18) novel Chapter 5

Scarletts P.O.V

Your phone vibrates just as the last bell rings signalling you're done with school. You reluctantly pull out your phone, knowing damn well who it is. With a long sigh, you read the text from Oliver.

Oliver: I'm here.

He's not getting the hint. I don't want to ride with him.

Scarlett: I told you I'm not riding with you. :(

Oliver: Yes you are. Let's go.

You huff angrily, shove the phone back into your pocket, and wave a quick goodbye to Bri as she slips out the front door. She mouths a quick 'good luck'

I'm definitely going to need it.

Following the flow of traffic out to the front of school, your eyes scan the row of cars lined up against the curb. It doesn't take you long to spot him.

Just keep walking. I can ignore him. I told him I wasn't going to ride with him, and I fucking meant it. He wasted his own time and gas driving here.

You begin your walk past his car, ignoring his voice as he calls for you from his seat with the window down. You ignore him, and continue crossing the street, pulling out your phone to busy your hands so you have an excuse to keep your gaze down.

"Your being a pain in my ass! Get in the damn car."

You fucking wish

"Scarlett, I'm not kidding. I have shit to do, get in the fucking car."

Unable to ignore him any longer, you lift your eyes from your phone and peer into the car. Your eyes meet, and like it always does, your breath hitches in your throat.

God, why does he have to be so hot? Makes a girl forget herself.

You quirky brow and shake your head.

"Go do whatever it is you have to do. I'm fine."

You wave him away. Aware that he's swearing to himself in the car.

"Get in the car or so help me..."

You roll your eyes

"Or you'll what?"

You halt, crossing your arms over your chest, and challenging him with a snide smirk. He firms his lips, his agitation blatant in the way his brows are raised. You're amused with his frustration.

Feels good to be the one pissing him off. A taste of his own fucking medicine. Doesn't like it much, does he?

"Keep walking and find out..."

"Fuck off, Oliver. Your no it may damn babysitter, I can get myself home."

You lean down, softening your expression mockingly as you address him again.

"Or is that too hard for you to understand?"

A mirthless laugh escapes his lips. You don't wait around to listen to his response, instead you continue walking, chuckling softly to yourself.

His face... was fucking priceless!

Turning back to your phone, you scroll through your timeline. Its not until you hear tires screeching and see his car is up on the sidewalk in front of you that you pull your gaze from your phone.

"what the fuck Oliver! What the hell, you could have hit me!"

Oliver hops out the car, stalking towards you with a cocky expression on his face.

"I warned you."

You shake your head, backing away from him onto the grass of someone's lawn, before he scoops you up and tosses you over his shoulder. You flail your limbs, slam,into your palms against his back.

"Put me down you stupid son of a bitch! I'm not a little fucking kid! Oliver!"

"Shut up, and maybe listen to someone other than yourself. I told you I was picking you up. Stop being a fucking Jackass."

You gasp, and struggle to move as he tightens his arm around your waists. With one hand he reaches for the passenger door, throws it open and bends to drop you into the seat. He gives you a stern look and slams the door in your face.

What a fucking asshole... who the hell does he think he is?

"You're so fucking annoying."

Twisting your head you watch as Oliver grins triumphantly and pulls out onto the road.

"I don't know why you seem to want to make shit difficult for yourself."

Shrugging, you peer out your window.

"It's just who i am. And if you weren't so horrible to be around, you wouldn't t have to fucking convince me."

"Horrible to be around? Hm... that's fucking rich coming from you."

You frown

"How so?"

"Didn't seem too horrible to be around last night. In fact, I remember you enjoying yourself."

You press your forehead against the glass and let your eyes flutter closed.

Glad to know this will be held over my fucking head for a lifetime. Its not like he didn't want it, I mean why wouldn't he lock his fucking door?

"Well, maybe you wanted me to watch? Why didn't you lock your door? Or watch porn on your phone with headphones like normal people do?"

He scoffs, visibly tightening his grip on the steering wheel with agitation.

"I didn't stay there to watch you. I was shocked. It was just a response to seeing you... like that"

"Even now, i can tell your turned on."

You glance don at yourself, wondering what the he'll would give him that impression.

"You keep clenching your thighs together. Every time you take a deep breath you push your breasts froward, and i can guess that your nipples are hard?"

How the hell does he know? They hardened the moment he picked me up.

"It doesn't matter."

"So, you're not denying it, huh?"

You're captivated by his grin. The way he slowly licks and then bites his lips as his lips spread upwards into his smaller, revealing his gorgeous white teeth.

He seems pretty proud of himself.

"Contrary to your twisted view, not every woman wants your, Oliver."

He chuckles, tossing his head back slightly. You watch as his hair falls gently on his forehead.

"Oh bay, its not a twisted view. I know you want me."

He flexes the fingers on his right hand, you watch as he lowers it to your thigh.

Oh fuck, oh fuck...

You feel your insides clench deliciously, as the heat begins to stir within your pussy. Your nipples ache, yearning to be nipped and licked. You tilt you head back slightly.