Stepbrother OMG! (The Stepbrother Romance Series #2)

STEPBROTHER
OMG!

The
Stepbrother Romance Series Book #2

BAD
BOY FRAT

By
Claire Adams

 

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book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

 

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© 2015 Claire Adams

 
 

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CHAPTER
1

I stood there in shock for a long time, just staring
at Jaxon without knowing exactly how to react.

Jaxon was my step-brother. We were related—even if
it was only just in the past few days or weeks. We’d had sex. It hit me all at
once that Jaxon’s standoffish behavior made sense—at least, if he had already
known about
who
his father was dating, who he had
married. I hadn’t paid much attention to my mom’s dating life, other than to
know that she had one. I had no idea what to do; I just stared awkwardly at
Jaxon, my heart pounding in my chest.

Jaxon’s look of horror and humiliation faded
abruptly. “Hey, Mia,” he said, putting on a smile and extending his hand.
“Pleased to meet you; your mom’s told me a lot about you.” I swallowed the lump
in my throat and shook his hand. I felt incredibly awkward about it, but I was
able to come out of my shock enough to at least go along with the tactic that
Jaxon apparently decided on. For a moment, as we chatted to each other
awkwardly before our beaming parents, I thought to myself that if Jaxon had any
kind of advance warning that this awkwardness was going to happen, he was an
asshole for not warning me. But then I thought to myself that
disengaging—breaking things off entirely, not even being my friend—might have
been a clue that something bigger was up, even if he hadn’t wanted to talk
about why he was doing it.

I found myself talking completely off of my brain; I
was saying the most inane things to Jaxon and he was smiling and nodding and
saying the same kinds of inane things back to me. It was the most awkward,
embarrassing, ridiculous moment of my life; the only thing I could think about
was how much I wanted it to end, how much I wished I could just run out of the
stupid mansion and get in my car and spend the whole break in my dorm, being
mortified in private like any self-respecting person who just found out that
they had inadvertently screwed their step-brother.

Fuck.
Step-brother.
He’s my step-brother. Shit.

My cheeks burned over and over again and I struggled
to push down the blushes that I knew were making my face bright red. I wasn’t
sure whether to be pleased or disturbed at the fact that no one seemed to even
notice the fact that I was humiliated.

I had never been more relieved in my life to be
interrupted in a conversation as I was when Mom announced that dinner was
ready. I’d timed my arrival pretty well; I’d intentionally wanted to get to my
mom’s boyfriend’s house—or, rather, my new step-father’s house—right before
dinner would be served. When I’d planned the drive, it had mostly been because
I had wanted to minimize the awkwardness of meeting the guy she was apparently
head over heels in love with. But I was definitely grateful that I’d thought
ahead; the situation was way worse than I had imagined.

So Mom led us all into the dining room and I tried
to get a grip on myself; it wasn’t that bad, I told myself over and over again,
firmly. I hadn’t known that Jaxon was my step-brother when we’d had sex. I
didn’t even know for sure that he’d known. I wondered if he had—if he’d found
out before or after. Had he been nice to me before because he knew his dad was
going to marry my mom? Had I been reading into his attention too much from the
beginning? No—if he hadn’t meant to have sex with me, he wouldn’t have made a
pass at me in the frat house. He would’ve kept it to friendly banter.

My head was spinning.
Just get through this weekend,
I told myself.
Pretend
like
nothing ever happened with you
and Jaxon and deal with the rest of it later.
We all sat down at the table
and someone began bringing out food. I should have realized that with a house
like the one he had, my new step-father would have at least one or two people
working for him—a gardener, a house keeper—but it was weird to watch my mom
chatting with Jaxon’s dad, both of them looking into each other’s eyes and
beaming like high school kids in love, while someone was putting a bunch of
food on the table in front of me. It wasn’t—thankfully—an incredibly involved
meal; chicken, green beans, mashed potatoes, normal food and not anything fussy
or obviously high-end. I looked across the table at Jaxon and wondered if he
felt half as mortified as I did. My mom and Jaxon’s dad were obviously
incredibly into each other; they reminded each other of cute little stories,
capped each other’s jokes, and they almost didn’t seem capable of keeping their
hands off of each other.

It was obvious to me, at least, that they were still
in the honeymoon phase. I wondered to myself—a little bitterly—just how long it
would last. I was shocked that they were married at all. They’d only been
dating a handful of months; it wasn’t like my mom to just rush into a
relationship that serious so quickly.
Bob
must be really good in the sack,
I thought to myself, looking at Jaxon’s
dad. It was pretty easy to see the resemblance between the two of them. All of
a sudden, I thought of the fact that Jaxon himself was good in bed and I felt
my face burning as I realized I was actually—against my will—thinking of my new
step-father having sex with my mom. I tried to distract myself, to think of
absolutely anything, but the fact that I knew Jaxon was well-endowed and good
in bed, and that his father might be too.

“It’s so good to be a family together,” Mom said,
looking from Jaxon and me to her new husband. I suddenly didn’t feel very
hungry, in spite of the fact that before I’d gotten the news about my new
family members, I’d ben starving.

“Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile for Mom,
who
I knew was just fired up for the holidays. “It’s…it’s
nice to get to know everyone.” Jaxon’s dad grinned, giving my Mom’s hand a
squeeze. I picked at my green beans, making myself eat a few, trying to both
avoid looking at Jaxon and not seem like I had anything in particular on my
mind.

“Are you feeling all right, Mia?” Mom asked me.

“Fine,” I said; my voice sounded annoyingly chirpy
to my own ears.
“Fine, just tired.
It’s a long way out
here from the college.” Jaxon’s father laughed.

“I’m surprised you got here so much later than
Jax
did,” he said. “You two go to the same school; I
thought you’d get here about the same time. You could’ve even car pooled.” I
swallowed down a lump of potatoes.

“Ah, well, I mean—we didn’t even know each other.
We’re not even in the same year,” Jaxon said with a shrug.

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s a big campus, tons of people.”
I shoved some more food in my mouth to keep myself from talking.

“I got out of my classes early—Mia probably didn’t,
or something like that.” I swallowed hard and took a long sip of water to keep
from choking on a piece of chicken.

“Yeah, I couldn’t get out until this afternoon, it
was lame.” Mom and Bob nodded and I was just grateful that they bought the idea
that Jaxon and I weren’t even aware that the other one existed.

“Are you in any of the sororities, Mia? Jaxon’s in a
frat, just like his dad was.” Mom—fortunately—saved me the trouble of
answering.

“Mia would never join a sorority!” Mom laughed at
the idea. “I’ve never seen her spend time with more than maybe two girls at a
time.” I smiled slightly.

“I’m focusing on my classes and sports mostly,” I
said, doing everything I could not to look at Jaxon.

“You do seem to have a lot in common, from what I’ve
heard of Jaxon,” my mom said, looking over at Bob. “You guys should make an
effort to get to know each other better. You’re going to be in the same
family.” I smiled, but my stomach was turning front flips and cartwheels inside
of me. I wondered if there was any way I would ever be able to keep the dinner
down.

“I’d like to get to know both of you better,” I
said, glancing from Jaxon to Bob. I had been so looking forward to this
vacation, but sitting at that table the only thing I could think about was that
I wanted to go straight back to the campus and pretend that nothing had ever
happened.

I felt sick in the pit of my stomach and wondered if
there was any way I’d manage to keep from losing my dinner before it had a
chance to settle in my stomach. I thought of everything that had gone on
between Jaxon and me. It was so incredibly stupid—that we’d ended up having sex
together not knowing that either of our parents knew each other. It was like a
nightmare. I thought bitterly that if it weren’t for the fact that Jaxon was
his son, I could have liked Bob well enough. He seemed nice, and he was
definitely easy on the eyes, in an older-guy way. Mom was happy with him.

Even if it weren’t for the fact of Jaxon now being
my step-brother, I would have been shocked at the fact that Mom had gotten
married so suddenly. I tried to remember if she had told me anything relevant
to the current situation when she had started dating Bob. All I could remember
was that she had gushed about how hot the guy was, how sweet and kind he was to
her, how he bought her little things here and there, and how his house was
amazing. I didn’t think that she had told me a thing about her new boyfriend
having a son; but then, I had started tuning Mom out when she would talk about
the guy, figuring that like most of her relationships it would fizzle out
eventually and there was no point in paying too much attention. Leave it to me
to have ignored possibly the most important information. All I knew was that
the campus was too far away for me to make an excuse to go back—and even if I
could convince my mom, it wasn’t
like
I could stay
away for the entire holiday. She’d be hurt—and the truth would come out. I
couldn’t break that kind of news to her.

 

CHAPTER
2

How I managed to get through the dinner, I will
never know. Jaxon mostly kept quiet—though he would chime in every so often
whenever Mom or Bob directed a question at us. We both pretended to be
interested in getting to know each other, continuing the stream of stupid,
inane comments about our lives and everything in the immediate vicinity. “This
is really good chicken,” was one of my lamer attempts at keeping up the
incredibly awkward conversation. Jaxon asked how badly it had been snowing as
I’d driven up. Bob asked me if I had had any trouble finding the place, mom
repeated over and over again how perfect the house was for a family
get-together.

By the time all the plates were cleared and I’d
somehow eaten dessert, I was more than ready to get some time to myself. “Hey,”
I said, interrupting Mom and Bob in the midst of a conversation about what they
wanted to do for family bonding. “I think I’m really just…exhausted from that
long drive. Where is my room?”

“I’m so sorry,” Bob said, standing quickly. “It’s
down the main hall, the third door on the right. I had Maria put your bags in
there when you came in.” I nodded, looking around at the huge place. I wasn’t
even sure if I knew where the main hall was. How many rooms were in the place?
And then—to my horror—I wondered just how far away Jaxon’s room was from mine.

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