Filthy (A Stepbrother Romance) #1(14)

“I don’t think…” I didn’t get to finish my sentence because Matt decided right at that moment to come back, a wine cooler and beer in hand. He handed one to Mia opening it for her like the true gentleman he was. She took it with a smile and only seemed a tiny bit uncomfortable with both of us being so close to her. I needed to get away from her before I did something crazy.

“I’m going to go over to the barn, get the music set up, and have a drink or two.” I rubbed at the muscles at the back of my neck. I had so much stress since Mia came along. Sex didn’t help. Working out didn’t help. I was hoping a little liquid courage would.

“Alright, we will see you around.” Matt grabbed Mia’s hand and guided her away from me, the rift between us growing more and more. I could tell she wanted to say something but the moment seemed to pass her by. Instead she gave into Matt and walked away, not even another passing glance over her shoulder.

I’m such as *.

That was the only thing I could think. I headed back toward the barn where everyone else seemed to be gathering. Donovan and his groupies were all there. I had liked Donovan, hung out with him often, and even came to a few of his parties. But now that I had started spending more time with Mia, I was taking notice of all the *s that were in my life.

“Your sister is f*cking hot.” Donovan was acting like he was congratulating me. I wanted to say as if I didn’t have eyes and couldn’t see that for myself. He placed a beer in my hand. I couldn’t help but see the challenge in his eyes. I should’ve known bringing Mia here was a bad idea. I needed to shut this shit down.

“She’s off limits, D. She’s pure, and I don’t want you f*cking with her emotions.” I was a little bit more defensive than needed, but I wanted to get my point across to him. I took a swig from my beer letting him digest what I had just said.

“Whoa. Hold up. Are you protective of her or something? You know I’m not going to actually hurt her. I would obviously tell her all that I was about…” Donovan snickered to a couple of his buddies behind him. My fists clenched automatically. Was I going to bust the f*ck out of his face and get myself removed from this party? It was starting to seem that way.

“She’s better than that, D.” I pushed into his chest. I was bigger than him at least by a good two inches. I had about thirty pounds of muscle on him. I could knock his ass out. There was no saying what his friends would do though.

Donovan snorted out in laughter, his head tilting back as if I had told him a hilarious joke. I squeezed the bottle tightly in my hand.

“I gotcha, man. I do. I won’t try shit.” He slapped me on the back as if we were best buds or something. I shrugged his hand off my shoulder.

“You better because if something happens to her and it has anything to do with you, I’ll know where to come looking,” I scoffed, turning away, and not even giving him the chance to respond. I didn’t have time for bullshit people like him. One warning is all he would get, and if he f*cked with her—f*cked with what was mine— then I would do whatever I needed to do to end him.

“I was f*cking with you.” Donovan tried to start as I walked a,ay. I heard what he said but knew it was a lie. I chugged the rest of my beer and threw the bottle over my shoulder. I don’t even know why I f*cking came here.

Mia. Her name always found its way into my thoughts, the image of her body and the way her hips swayed when she walked into my memory. She had burrowed in under my skin, taking the pieces of who I was and replacing them with better ones. I wasn’t a good person, or even a decent man until she came along. Hell I was a ways off from being someone worth her time, but I could make the craving to claim her go away. I wasn’t in love with her, but I could be. I was scared of the emotions she brought out in me.

I could hear her sweet laugh calling out to me as I headed out of the barn. My eyes locked on hers as soon as I came in to sight. She looked happy, her eyes sparkled in the sunlight and I got why so many people wanted her, because I wanted her for the same reasons.

She was a delicate being that had the power to bring me to my knees and to my knees she would. I was falling for her, and I wasn’t even sorry for doing so.

Mia Weston owned me.





Drunk As A Skunk


Music blasted through the speakers, the beat of it causing my hips to sway. I could feel his eyes on me. He was watching from a distance, lurking around the outside of the dance floor. I hadn’t seen anyone with him all night, and that kind of shocked me. I brought the bottle of beer to my lips, pulling from him as if it was a glass of water and I had spent the whole day out in the sun.

I was drunk, and with each passing second I was getting drunker. I wanted this though, the feeling of flying as I moved. I wanted to feel without thinking because I didn’t know what being carefree was. I hadn’t in years.

“Slow it down, baby,” Matt whispered in my ear, and his breath blew at a few pieces of my hair, his scent encompassing me. He didn’t look or smell like Talon, but he was here and that’s all that mattered.

“I don’t know what they put in this shit to make it taste so good,” I giggled, slurring my words. Giggling? What the f*ck was coming over me?

Matt laughed, his chest rumbling against mine. “It’s alcohol. It has the power to do pretty much anything you want it to, and that includes making you forget all the bad shit in your life.” I nodded my head in agreement to his comment.