Romance: Seducing The Quarterback (55 page)

By:  Steamy Reads

Captured by Him

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“Mom, are you seriously going to leave me here with him?”

Katie Phillips was lying on her stomach on her mother's bed,
definitely not helping her mother Nancy pack. Nancy and Katie's new stepfather
Bill had been planning a 'romantic getaway' (ew) for weeks. School had just let
out and Katie had the most fabulous grad party a girl could ask for – there was
a DJ, the whole senior class was there, and she got a brand new BMW. She'd been
looking forward to summer ever since that diploma was in her hand, but now that
it was the night before her parents were supposed to leave she realized there
was one crucial problem with enjoying her summer: Dylan.

Dylan Michaels was her step-brother and a complete pain in
the ass. He thought he was better than everyone because he was in his second
year at Greenwood College, but really Katie just found him insufferable. He was
always going off about Alfred Hitchcock or Stanley Kubrick or whoever else was
a famous director, and it drove Katie crazy because she had no idea what he was
talking about. How did Dylan end up a film student anyway?

He'd been a senior when she was a sophomore at Lake Valley
High School, and when she knew him then he was king of the school. Dylan was
the captain of the football team; the one every girl fawned over. He was
charming enough that even teachers let his mischievous streak slide – like when
he took Principal Wilkins' Crown Victoria for a joyride on the quad. Dylan was
unstoppable then. She didn't know what he was now, aside from a giant jerk who
made her feel stupid.

“Honey,” Nancy sighed, temporarily putting down a pair of
socks she'd been packing, “please don't start this again. Dylan is not a
monster.” She picked up the socks again and used them to give her that scolding
mom look. Waggling her finger, Nancy warned, “And you're going to have to get
used to him being around. He's your new brother. Just be nice.”

Katie rolled onto her back dramatically, her light t-shirt
exposing her tummy. “I am nice. He's the one who's not.”

Nancy just groaned. “Well,” she started, “maybe this time
together will help you bond with him.” Katie made a face. “Just open up to him!
He's a bright young man.”

Katie snorted.

There was a knock at the door and Bill poked his head in.
Katie never understood why people knocked on doors when they were just coming
inside anyway. She rolled her eyes.

“How are my girls doing in here?” he asked warmly. Katie
sort of resented him calling her 'his girl.' Of course, it was more attention
than her actual dad paid her, but still. She wasn't his girl.

“Just fine,” Nancy replied with a smile. “Katie's just
helping me get all packed up!” Bill looked at Katie lying on the bed.

“Looks like it,” he said sarcastically, trying to make a
joke. Katie just rolled her eyes. Ever since he and her mom started dating,
Bill had been trying to get Katie to laugh at his dumb jokes. It just got worse
when they actually got married.

“Did you pack your...swimsuit?” Nancy asked.

“Check.” Bill responded.

“Nice clothes for dinner?”

“Check.”

“Beach towels?”

“Check.”

“Sunscreen?”

“Check.”

“Toothbrush?”

Bill snapped his fingers and pointed at her. “Toothbrush!”
He exclaimed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he said, then kissed Nancy.
Katie looked away.

“Alright, alright,” Nancy said, playfully swatting him away.
“I'm looking at leaving the house tomorrow around noon if we're going to catch
our flight, so make sure you're all packed up by then.”

“You got it,” Bill said and kissed her on the cheek. He
bounded out the door presumably to fetch his missing toothbrush and Katie just
stared at her mom.

“What?” Nancy demanded.

“Nothing,” Katie sighed.

“Kathryn, you have got to work on your attitude,” Nancy scolded.
“You're an adult now. Act like one.”

“Okay, whatever,” Katie said, getting up from the bed. She
was wearing her most comfortable pajamas – a cropped t-shirt and little boxer
shorts. She straightened her chin-length blonde hair and stared in her mother's
full-length mirror. She tilted her head to one side, examining herself. Katie
was about 90 pounds soaking wet, and definitely was the most petite girl in her
graduating class. It made her really popular with the guys, but most girls
didn't like her. She could never figure out why. She had one good girlfriend,
and that was it. That was all she needed. “I'm gonna go hang out in my room.
What time's dinner?” she asked, stomach growling slightly.

“Soon,” Nancy replied. She walked over to the mirror where
Katie stood and planted a kiss on the top of her head. “My beautiful girl,” she
mused, smiling at their reflection.

Katie smiled back. She gave her mom a hug and said, “I'm
gonna miss you this week.”

“I know, baby, but we'll be back soon,” Nancy said, tucking
a stray hair behind Katie's ear. “Give your brother a chance, please? For me?”

Katie sighed and started to walk away. “Fine,” she agreed.
“But he's not my real brother.”

Katie ambled slowly back to her room down the hall, passing
by Dylan's. His door was open a crack and she could see his drum set, taking up
most of the right side of his bedroom. She also saw him lying on his bed, shirt
off, plaid pajama bottoms on. She heard one of his dumb movies playing in the
background and rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but admire his muscles.
Despite being a huge pain in the ass, Dylan was super attractive. She'd thought
that since high school.

He was absolutely cut. She remembered watching him work out
with the team when she used to cheer and his tanned muscles always distracted
her. She didn't think there was an ounce of fat on that boy. His pajama bottoms
were low slung on his waist, his legs crossed. One arm was propped behind his
head, cradling his shaggy chestnut hair.

“I can see you out there, you know,” he called to her, not
moving from his position. “You're being fucking creepy.”

“Mom said dinner's soon,” Katie said quickly. She opened his
door a little bit more and with her hand on the knob, she quipped, “And if
anyone's creepy, it's you.” She slammed the door shut.

She shuddered half in embarrassment and half in disgust. He
wasn't really disgusting to look at, but living with someone really gave you an
idea of their habits. And 21 year old guys were incredibly gross.

Her room, however, was immaculate. Katie was neat to a
fault; a perfectionist in every sense of the world. She watched what she ate,
she exercised on a strict regimen, she organized her books and school supplies
so her room always looked perfect. She even made her bed every day, something
Bill marveled at. Though she supposed he would, with Dylan for a son.

She flopped down on her bed, thinking about what she'd wear
for dinner. Staying in her pajamas all day just felt...lazy. Looking in her
closet, she pondered. Finally she settled on just wearing jeans with her PJ
top. Good enough.

“Guys, dinner!” her mom called from downstairs.

“Kaaay!” she yelled back. She could hear Dylan pause his
movie in the next room, then listened as he rolled out of his bed and to his
feet. These paper-thin walls made the whole situation extra awkward.

Katie pulled on her jeans and made sure her hair looked nice
before she waltzed out the door and into the hallway. Dylan stood there,
looking sleepy. She stopped and watched him as he stretched, arms above his
head. There was a tattoo on his upper arm she never noticed before – a moon
with a rope lassoed around it. Those pajama pants were still sitting so low on
his waist she could see his V-cut perfectly. For a minute, she forgot he was
her step-brother and remembered ogling him as a freshman and sophomore. She
shook her head to snap back to reality. Dylan was running a hand through his
slightly curly hair and yawning. His head turned vaguely in her direction.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked in a sleepy voice.

She stood tall, arms crossed. “Going to dinner.”

“Well how about you do it without being a creep,” he
responded, turning away from her to head downstairs.

“What was creepy about waiting for you to get out of the
hallway?” she demanded, suddenly very angry. He really got under her skin.

“The way you were looking at me,” he said over his shoulder.
“Creeping me out.”

“Oh,
I'm
creeping
you
out?” she asked. “I'm
the one who has to listen to you jerk off at night. Our walls aren't
soundproof, you know.”

“So stop listening,” he said simply, not a trace of shame in
his voice.

Nancy rounded the corner, leaving the kitchen just as they
were reaching the bottom of the stairs. “I can hear you two bickering,” she
scolded. “Knock it off. I'm serious. You're grown adults.”

Katie prayed her mother hadn't heard what they were saying.
“But he's...” Katie started to protest.

Nancy cut her off, raising a hand to silence her. “Kathryn
Elizabeth, enough. I don't want to hear it.”

Dylan scratched the back of his head lazily. “Sorry, Nance,”
he said, then headed into the kitchen for dinner. 'Nance'? Since when was it
okay for him to call her mother 'Nance'? Katie rolled her eyes and followed him
to the kitchen table.

She took her seat across from Dylan at the wide glass table.
Mom had made meatloaf and mashed potatoes with a side of peas, and Katie was
starving. Dylan was already eating it like an animal, shoving food into his
face like his fork was a shovel. Katie curled her lip.
Ew
. Bill and
Nancy took their seats as well, both the heads of the table.

“Okay, so,” Bill started, “we're leaving for the airport
tomorrow around noon.”

“Uh-huh,” Nancy confirmed with a slow nod of her head.

“We just have a few rules. It's not too much to ask,” Bill
began. “First of all, try and keep the house clean. Just pick up after
yourselves. Secondly, we both know you two know how to cook by yourselves, so
no takeout every night,” he said with a smile, looking at Katie. Apparently she
was supposed to find this funny. Bill cleared his throat and looked away. “And
finally, the most important one: no parties. At all.”

“That means you,” Nancy said, poking at Katie with one
finger. Katie rolled her eyes again.

“They're gonna get stuck up there someday if you keep doing
that,” Dylan said through a mouthful of meatloaf and potatoes. At Katie's blank
look, he swallowed and said, “Your eyes. They're going to get stuck in your
head if you keep rolling them like that.”

Out of habit, Katie rolled her eyes and sighed, not wanting
to get into an argument with him.

“See?” Dylan said, picking up his now clean plate and
walking it to the sink. “Only a matter of time.” He rinsed his plate off and
put it in the dishwasher. “Anything else?” he asked Bill and Nancy.

“That's about it, honey,” Nancy said. “We left the number of
the hotel we're staying at in case of an emergency, but otherwise I think you
two can figure it out,” she finished with a smile.

“Sure thing,” Dylan said, holding himself up and balancing
between the island and the countertop. He swung his feet out for a landing and
walked away, heading back up into his man-cave.

“Be. Nice,” Nancy bit out, giving Katie a pinch on her arm.
“I don't like this attitude.”

Bill cut in on Katie's behalf. “Ah, don't worry about it.
Dylan's a tough kid, he can handle her.”

Handle her?
Katie thought angrily. “Can I be excused
now?” she asked her mom.

“Go ahead,” Nancy replied, voice tired.

Katie walked quickly to her room, which was where she stayed
all night.

The next morning, Katie woke up around ten – which was late
for her – and quickly showered before anyone else (meaning Dylan) could make
the bathroom disgusting. She blow-dried her short blonde hair until it was
straight, and pinned back a section of hair on the right side of her head with
a pair of baby-pink barrettes. Leaning in closer to the mirror, she inspected
what she thought was a blackhead, but turned out to just be a speck of mascara.
She quickly wiped it away, but not before Dylan opened the door out of nowhere,
shirtless and wearing the same pants he had on the night before.

Katie was standing completely naked in front of her
step-brother, scrambling to cover herself up.

“Holy shit, Jesus fuck!” Dylan yelled, putting his arm up to
block his view.

“The door was closed!” Katie screamed. “Get out!”

“I didn't hear you in here, for fuck's sake I just got up!”
he yelled back.

“Get OUT!” she screamed, throwing toothpaste at him.

“Fuck Katie, you don't have to throw shit, I'm going!” Dylan
slammed the door shut, but not before Katie could see him sneak a peek at her
naked body.
Now
who was the creep? She furiously wrapped herself up in a
towel and swung open the door. Dylan was still standing in the hallway, leaning
up against the wall with his arm over his eyes like before. “Can I look now?”
he asked impatiently.

“Do whatever you want,” Katie snapped.

He took his arm down, slowly and as if he was prepared for
her to throw something else at him. “I was just trying to get in to shower,” he
explained calmly hands in front of him in surrender. “I should have knocked.”

“Yeah, well,” Katie said petulantly. “You should have.”

“Okay,” Dylan said, fixing her with his beautiful hazel
eyes. “I'm sorry.”

“Whatever,” Katie snipped before walking into her room and
slamming the door. She picked out a light pink tank top to go with her
barrettes and wore her favorite pair of jean shorts.  By the time she got her
makeup on, it was almost 11:30. If she wanted to see her mom and Bill off she'd
have to hurry.

She walked out her door and found the door to the bathroom was
left ajar. Steam was pouring out of it. Through the crack in the door, she saw
Dylan standing with his back to her. His back muscles rippled as he towel-dried
his hair, and she let her eyes drift down to his butt.
Nice
, she
thought, though she wouldn't have expected anything else with a body like his.
Her mother's voice downstairs snapped her back to reality. It also got Dylan's
attention. He whipped around and quickly slammed the door shut, but Katie was
sure he saw her.

“Kate?” Nancy called. “We're about to head out, honey! Do
you want to grab your brother?”

Before she could answer, Dylan opened the door a crack and
peered outside. “I'll be down in a sec, Nancy!” Before he closed the door
entirely, he stared right into Katie's eyes, accusatory.

Katie turned on her heel and walked down the hallway to the
staircase. Dylan followed shortly after, apparently having decided to put on
those same tattered PJ pants he was wearing before.

“Haven't you been wearing those for, like, days?” Katie
asked snidely.

“Whatever,” Dylan said, paying her little attention and just
brushing by her on his way down the stairs. Katie didn't like being ignored.

“Alright guys, everything you need is written down on a note
on the fridge,” Bill told them. “I'm sure you two will have a great time
together.”

Katie scoffed and Dylan shot her a warning look. “Thanks,
Dad,” he said warmly. “Have a good time!” He hugged both Bill and Nancy.

“Bye Mom,” Katie said with a smile. She really was going to
miss her mother. Despite their fights, her mom was one of her only friends.
“Bye Bill,” she said, turning to her step-father and giving him a wave.

Nancy and Bill lugged their suitcases to the car (with
Dylan's help) and soon enough they were waving goodbye and driving down the
road. Dylan and Katie watched them leave from the front door and as soon as
their parents were out of sight, they turned away and Dylan shut the door.

Katie started to head upstairs. She'd planned on spending
some time organizing her closet before she talked to a few boys from school who
were planning a bonfire that Saturday. Unfortunately, Dylan started to climb
the stairs too and Katie bumped square into his chest, her face between his
pecs. She jumped back. “Excuse me,” she said, a caustic tone to her voice.

Dylan didn't say anything, but his jaw tensed and he exhaled
sharply. He made a grand motion toward the stairs (she swore she even saw him
bow) and let her go first. He followed.

To the left of the landing on top of the stairs was the
master suite, and down a short hallway Dylan's room was the first on the right
while Katie's was at the very end. The bathroom was across from Dylan's room
and halfway to Katie's. When they got upstairs, Katie strutted to her room.

“Hey,” she said before he disappeared into his bedroom.
“Just because they said we had to bond doesn't mean we have to.”

“Don't worry,” Dylan said calmly, tapping his fingers on his
doorframe. “I wasn't planning on it.”

“Well good,” Katie said.

“Okay then,” Dylan replied.

Neither of them moved. They just stood stock still and made
direct eye contact. Finally Katie turned on her heel and slammed her door and
Dylan followed suit.