DEVIL: A Stepbrother Romance (12 page)

W
hen I woke
up the morning after Annie’s graduation, I felt like shit. I had hardly slept as images of ass and pussy flooded my brain. Hell, I even thought about Annie wearing that tiny red dress and wrapped in a towel when she burst into my bedroom. That’s what happens when I don’t fuck, workout or play ball. The aggression just builds and builds until I can’t think right anymore.

I had one day left before I needed to fly out of LA for an away game, and there was no way I was going to leave without getting some tail. I reached for my phone and scrolled through my numbers before I found the girl I wanted to call.

It rang a few times before she answered. “Hello?”

“Hey, is the Patricia?”

“This is she.”

“Oh, Hi. This is Mitch Ryker. We met at your graduation yesterday. How are you?”

“Wow, I’m surprised you really called. I am fine. How are you?”

“Great. Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go out and grab a bite to eat around 1pm? It’s my last free day for a while, and I’d love to spend it with you.”

“Hmm well… okay. I’ll go get ready.”

“Awesome. I’ll pick you up. Just text me directions.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay, see you.” I clicked off the phone and sat the phone down. It was 11am, so I had a couple hours, but I wasn’t sure if Annie was awake or not. I headed off to take a shower, and this time I made sure to shut my door.

After cleaning myself off, I put on a pair of dark wash jeans, a cotton shirt with a dragon print on the front and added a small silver chain as an accent. I combed my hair, and I was ready for my date with my “sophisticated” high school graduate.

When I left me bedroom, Annie was just walking outside of the guestroom herself wearing the dress from the night before and carrying the clothes that I had given her in her hand.

“You’re up.” I said.

“Yeah, I just got up. I slept like a brick. How about you?”

“Not so well… But anyway, I’ve got a date in a couple hours. Are you ready to head home?”

“Yeah, let’s go”

Annie and I headed downstairs, and I tossed the dirty clothes on a table–I’d deal with them later. We went out to my Ferrari and started back for Mom and Dad’s. Annie didn’t say much on the way. In fact, she seemed a little shyer than normal, and I tried desperately not to make any more eye contact with her cleavage.

We pulled into the driveway behind Mom’s Subaru. “Tell Mom and Dad that I love ‘em. I don’t have time to go inside now.”

“Alright, I will. And please don’t tell them anything about the French guy last night. If they ever ask you, just say that we danced at the club all night, and then I slept at your place.”

I laughed. “Yeah I won’t.”

Annie leaned over the center console, threw her arms around me and squeezed. “I love you Mitch. Thanks again for last night.”

“Love you too.” As she stepped out the door, I yelled, “Stay safe.”

I could still feel her boobs pressing against me as I pulled out the driveway. I really needed to see this new girl to free my mind from the torture.

P
atricia lived
in an upscale neighborhood in the heart of LA, only a 15-minute drive from Mom and Dad’s house. I sent her a text when I was close to her home, and while driving by looking at the house numbers, I could see her standing at the end of her driveway.

She lived in a contemporary-styled, 2-story house with a large boat and an SUV parked in the driveway. It was nice looking place, courtesy of her superdad I’m sure.

Patricia, on the other hand, looked more than nice. Out of her graduation dress, her body was scrumptious, and she was wearing a pair of tiny denim shorts that hugged her hips perfectly. A white V-neck tee matched perfectly with her bottoms and revealed that she had small but perky breasts. I liked that she didn’t try to overdress. It was a cute outfit to wear out to our supposedly friendly lunch.

I had every intention of turning our simple lunch into something a little more sleaze-worthy, of course, and was confident that I could, but first I needed to get over the first initial humps.

“Wow, you drive a Ferrari?” Patricia said as soon as she opened the door and stepped into the car.

“I knew I should have drove something different today.” I smirked.

“Why? This car is hot.”

“Yeah, but maybe it’s a little too flashy. Every time someone gets inside, they can’t help but talk about it.”

“Oh, sorry…”

“No, no, no… It’s okay. It wasn’t aimed at you. It was aimed at the car. Anyway, how are you? Thanks for coming out with me today.” I moved the car out of park and started down the street.

“Thanks for inviting me. It’s a bit hard to say no to UCLA’s star running back.”

I chuckled. “Did you tell your Dad that you were going out with me today?”

“God no,” Patricia snorted. “If I told him that you were coming to pick me up, he would’ve been standing by the street with me. He wouldn’t have let us leave without spending at least an hour talking about football and getting a full rundown of what we were going to do.”

“Well, today we don’t need to do any talking about football. Let’s talk about Patricia. I Want to know more about you.”

She blushed and slid a piece of her shimmering red hair behind her ear. “What would you like to know? I’m kind of boring to be honest.”

I arched my eyebrows. “I don’t believe that at all. How about school? What are you going to do now that your graduation is over?”

“Well, I really like to help people. I was actually hoping to go to UCLA myself to study nursing.”

“Wow, that’s cool. Not an easy subject to tackle.” I suddenly drew a blank. I didn’t know anything about nursing.

“You know I was valedictorian of my class, right?”

“No, I had no idea.”

“But you were at the graduation yesterday. You didn’t hear my speech?”

This girl was sharp. I wasn’t used to picking up smart girls or girls who made obvious observations.

“Oh… umm,” I stuttered. “To be honest, when I saw you on the stage, I couldn’t stop looking at you. How could I pay attention to your speech when you looked so cute?”

Patricia gave me a playful slap on the shoulder and then crossed her arms. “Oh, stop it,” she clucked.

Thankfully, flattery seemed to work even on smart girls.

I drove her to a chic, cozy restaurant nearby called “Mackavelli’s.” I heard that they had a mean roast turkey sandwich and had been anxious to try. I parked the car and walked to Patricia’s side to open her door then led her into the restaurant to be seated.

There was only enough seating capacity inside for about 20 guests I judged, and the fine Venetian décor gave it a very exclusive feel. I ordered the roast turkey with a side of vegetables as I anticipated, and Patricia ordered chicken salad. We continued our chat while we waited for the food.

“So why did you ask me out yesterday?” Patricia questioned as the waiter brought us our drinks–iced tea for Patricia and water for me. “I’m sure you have pick-of-the-lot at UCLA.”

The truth was that it was spur of the moment. There’s plenty of good-looking girls on campus, but I don’t discriminate. When I see a girl of the caliber of Patricia, I just make my move. “I guess there was just something about you,” I said and twitched my eyebrow playfully. “Why did you say yes?”

Patricia stirred the straw in her drink and looked down. “I don’t know. I guess because you’re cute.” She grinned shyly and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear again.

“Are you a shy girl?” I asked.

“A little bit…”

I pushed forward in my chair, grabbed both of her hands and held them in mine over the table. “Don’t be shy. I’m just here to show you a good time.”

Patricia locked eye contact with me for the first time since I picked her up, and she beamed a sweet smile. It was then that I realized how truly beautiful that she really was. I had never been with a natural redhead before, and she had the slightest bit of freckles on her cheek that made her look soft on youthful. They contrasted perfectly with her green eyes.

I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

“You know you’re a lot different than what I thought you would be,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“Just that you’re really sweet. I thought you were going to be a cocky asshole and just try to sleep with me.

If she only knew
. I swallowed when I heard her words and began to feel a little bad for what I had planned for her. I didn’t really want to
just
try to sleep with her, but my choices were limited. In another world, I could see myself genuinely interested in a girl like Patricia, but ever since the accident–ever since I made that fateful deal–my only option was to fuck ‘em and leave ‘em. If she like me any more than that, it would hurt more for us both.

“I’m glad that I’m better than that,” I lied.

Our food arrived, and the roast turkey was better than I expected. Patricia also seemed to enjoy her meal, and as far as I could see she enjoyed our conversation as well. I found out that she was a single child, was an expert piano player and had a Chihuahua name Porky. Her last boyfriend was well over a year ago, and she broke up with him when she caught him trying to meet other girls via the internet.

“How did you catch him doing that? Did you look through his phone or something?” I asked.

“Oh no. I totally trusted him the whole time we were dating. He ended up sending a canned message to one of my friends, and she recognized him. I was shocked when she told me.” She bit down on one of her last bits of salad. “So when was the last time you had a girlfriend?”

“I haven’t had a girlfriend since high school.”

“Oh really? And why did you break up?”

“Because Satan made me.” I’m not sure why I told her the truth, but I knew she wouldn’t believe me and I wanted to see the reaction I’d get by being honest.

Patricia laughed. “Oh really? And why did Satan make you break up with your girlfriend?”

“Because I made a deal with him– in exchange for my life.” I realized I was getting too deep and didn’t want to ruin the mood if she questioned me further. I shook my head as if I was rattling myself out of a haze and tried to change the course of discussion. “Really, it was just time for us to go our separate ways. I couldn’t give her what she needed anymore, and I needed to be alone.”

Patricia dropped one eyebrow, clearly confuse as to why I switched gears so suddenly, but then she just nodded and we finished up our food. Thankfully she didn’t press me any further about Sam or the reason why we broke up.

“What’s with all the tattoos?” she asked. “What do they mean?”

“I used to hate tattoos.” I explained. “But after the accident, I realized you only live once. Why not just go all out? Now I get one ever time I win a game.”

“That would explain why you have so many.” She chirped.

When we were both satiated, I took her to a park nearby where we walked around and talked some more. I didn’t feel that I had quite worked her up to the point that I should bring her home, so I needed to continue working on her. We circled the walkway of the park and commented on the various people who were walking their dogs and shared stories about our lives. Most of mine were stories that occurred after the accident, stuff about football and my plans to join the Seahawks someday.

After we circled the first time, Patricia grabbed my hand.

It was cute. I hadn’t held someone’s hand genuinely like that since when I was with Sam, and in a strange way I liked it. The touch of her tiny fingers turned me on and made me feel comforted, but I started worrying the minute that it happened. If I was going to sleep with her, I needed to do it as soon as possible. It was clear that she liked me, and I was really starting to like her, but the more that we continued, the more it would hurt when I let her go.

“Do you have anywhere to be today?” I asked.

“No, I’m free.”

“I was thinking that maybe we could go hang out my place if you have the time.”

Patricia thought for a few seconds as we continued to walk. “Where do you live? Is it far from here?”

“No, not at all. About 10-minute drive. I can take you back home whenever you’d like.”

She sucked in a big breath of air and then let it all out. “Okay, I’ll go.” I felt the pressure on her hand squeeze increase when she agreed.

I could tell that she knew I wanted sex. She wasn’t dumb. And part of me wanted to tell her to run away, go home, forget about me. I was The Wrecker, and the only possible outcome from all of it was that I was going to wreck her heart.

But another part of me wanted to rub my hands over her lanky, 18-year old body, feel her feminine skin, see if she was hiding a bush in her panties that matched the red on her head. It had been too long since I dipped my wick, and I needed a release.

We got back in my car and Patricia continued holding my hand the entire way, stroking it slightly with her thumb as if she were petting me in some way. No one had ever done that to me before.

I pulled into front of my house, shut off the car, and we both got out.

As soon as Patricia stepped on to the cobblestone driveway, she stretched her arms out and eyed my abode up and down. “Well, I wish I could say I’m surprised, but I expected nothing less from you.” I walked inside the entrance and Patricia followed me. “Your place is amazing.”