Stepbrother JEEZ! (The Stepbrother Romance Series - Book #4)

STEPBROTHER
JEEZ!

The
Stepbrother Romance Series Book #4

BAD
BOY FRAT

By
Claire Adams

This
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.

Copyright
© 2015 Claire Adams

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Chapter
One

I had thought all during the holiday week that
everything would get better once I got back to school; I could forget the whole
horrific mess of Jaxon being my step-brother, of my mom walking in on me and
him together, the whole messy, screwed up situation. I believed that once I got
back to school, everything would go back to normal. I’d hoped.

But once I got back onto campus and pulled into my
usual spot in the student lot, I realized that it wasn’t going to get any better.
It was probably going to get worse. I’d told Jaxon that I didn’t want to have
anything to do with him, I’d freaked out—but I couldn’t exactly feel guilty
about that. I think anyone in my position would have reacted the same way. But
just because I had told him I didn’t want to have anything to do with him
anymore, it didn’t mean I had suddenly lost all feelings for him. I knew better
than that.

The whole time I’d been driving from his dad’s house
back to campus I’d been thinking about him; stupid songs on the stereo made me
think about the messed up situation. Even if I turned off the stereo, I still
thought about him. About the way he and his dad had fought, about the way it
felt being with him, the sight of my mom standing in the doorway with complete
shock on her face, the way she’d refused to talk about the situation. I thought
about the first time Jaxon and I had been together, and every time since then.
I thought about how much I wanted to have sex with him again—and how disgusted
I was at the fact that I could actually think about that.

Jaxon was such a big part of my life before the
stupid mess with our parents happened; even before we’d had sex, he walked me
to classes, hung out with me, tutored me, and we were on the same team,
training and practicing together. As I unpacked all my dirty laundry to wash it
in the dorms, the only way out of the situation I could think of was to
completely end my social life with the frat until I’d somehow managed to get
over Jaxon—however long that would take. I knew from the holiday that I
couldn’t let myself be alone with him for more than a few minutes without one
of us making a move—the tryst by the pool was proof of that. I couldn’t trust
him to go away rather than act on impulse; I couldn’t even trust myself. If
Jaxon showed up at my door it would have been impossible for me to make him go
away. So the only solution was to stay away from him myself.

I couldn’t even imagine what could be worse: being
Jaxon’s sister or living completely without him. Knowing that we’d be spending
the rest of the time we were brother and sister lusting after each other
bothered the hell out of me; I didn’t even need Bob’s judgment that it was
disgusting to know that there was something really wrong with being attracted
to your brother—even a stepbrother. It was just flat-out wrong.

The worst part of it all was that there was no one I
could even talk to about it. I obviously couldn’t talk to Jaxon about it, since
we couldn’t be alone together without jumping each other’s bones. I couldn’t
talk to my mom about it. She was weirded out enough that it had happened in the
first place; she would never be able to understand the situation from my
perspective. I couldn’t talk to anyone in the frat about it because I was damn
sure not going to be that girl who caught feelings for her new stepbrother, and
it would make everything weird with everyone else in the frat. I couldn’t even
talk to anyone in any of my classes or the dorms about it; I definitely didn’t
want rumors to start about me, or about Jaxon.

So there I was, stuck in a situation that I couldn’t
really deal with but I couldn’t really talk to anyone about either. I would
just have to keep my distance from Jaxon, and from the whole frat; I was
actually worried that if I let myself be around those guys at all, it would all
come tumbling out of me. One minute I’d be chatting about the scores to a
game—and the next I’d be telling someone everything about the whole stupid,
fucked-up mess. It would be better for everyone if I just kept my mouth shut
and kept to myself for a while. If I could just pretend
like
everything was okay, eventually that would be the truth.

As everyone else started coming back from their
holidays, I stayed in the dorms. I dug into the treasure trove of dorm-friendly
food that I kept around when I got hungry: cereal, canned ravioli, ramen, and
other things like that. I told myself that a few days of eating that way
wouldn’t kill me; after all, they were the staples of anyone’s emergency food.

I couldn’t help but miss the food at Bob’s
place—Thanksgiving had been awkward, but at least the meal itself had been
tasty even if my stomach hadn’t been up to digesting it. I could have gone down
to the dining hall, but I really didn’t want to run into anyone; I needed a couple
of days to myself to get Jaxon out of my head, if it was possible. At least,
even if I couldn’t, I needed some space. And if I went to the dining hall, I
was sure I’d be invited over to the frat house, or I’d run into someone from
the team, and there’d be nothing I could do to avoid everything I wanted to get
out of my head.

I wasn’t able to deal with being lazy in the dorms
than I was at Bob’s house. I finally decided that if I
was
going to lose my mind in the process it wouldn’t even be worth it, so I went to
the gym. I made sure to go in the off-hours, when there’d be next to no one
there; I put on my headphones and got into my baggiest, slouchiest workout
gear, and did everything I could to blend in. By the time I got there, there
were maybe two members of the basketball team hard at work, perfectly willing
to ignore me.

I warmed up on the stationary bike, pedaling at
medium resistance until my heart rate was up, and moved to some of the
cross-training exercises that we’d been practicing: jumps, lunges, squats, and
a few upper body moves, along with some core training, until every muscle in my
body was burning—not exhausted, but at least well worked. I was dripping with
sweat when I got onto the treadmill, but it felt so good to actually do
something, to feel my blood pumping in my veins and my heart pounding in my
chest, that I stayed on for the full twenty minutes, running for fifteen and
then walking the last five.

It didn’t solve any of my real problems; I was still
as stuck on Jaxon as ever, and my head was still full of everything that had
happened between us, but it had given me at least a little bit of a break from
the four walls of my dorm room, the drone of the TV, and reading everything my
friends were posting online over and over again until I thought I would go
crazy. I went back to the dorms and hit the shower and crawled into bed still
feeling upset, but finally too tired to care.

When classes started up again, I still wasn’t ready
to face anyone—in spite of the texts and calls I got from the guys at the frat.
I knew Jaxon wouldn’t have told any of them anything about what had happened
between us; he was probably just as fucked up about it as I was
.
 
Plus, the guys in
the frat weren’t the kind of people to talk to about it. I could possibly be
safe hanging out with them, but then I would almost certainly run into Jaxon.
And if Jaxon and I were avoiding each other, then someone would definitely
notice it. And then the questions would start. It would be impossible for none
of it to come out—something would get around the group.
Either
that
I’d had sex with Jaxon or that Jaxon was now my brother, someone
would figure something out and I’d have to deal with everyone talking about it.

So the night before classes started I decided that I
wasn’t even going to think about anyone from the frat, any of my old friends. I
was going to just be a hermit for a little while longer; go to class, come
straight back to the dorms, get my meals to go from the dining hall. None of my
roommates really liked hanging out with me, and I didn’t really enjoy the kinds
of things they wanted to do—so that at least wouldn’t be a problem. I would
just figure my shit out and then get back to whoever was still around. If
anyone asked about it to my face I’d just tell them that I had a lot of
homework and studying to do, that I was just taking a break for a while. My
grades could only benefit from it, after all. The last thing I wanted was to
start having arguments with my mom about my classes after everything else we’d
been
through
.

I was so desperate to get over the incredibly shitty
mess that I almost considered going to the school shrink. I knew he sucked; one
of my roommates had gone to him for her generalized anxiety disorder and he was
terrible at helping her. But I thought, if there was anyone on campus I could
possibly talk to about it, it might be that guy. I decided against it when I
realized that he’d probably think lusting after my new stepbrother was a sign
of some kind of mental instability. It definitely occurred to me to think that
if he did think that he’d probably be right—what kind of mentally ill person
went after their sibling? But I kept telling myself, over and over again, that
it couldn’t be that weird. That I
’d been into Jaxon well
before I’d even known
he was my stepbrother. The fact that I’d kept
going for him—even though I knew it was weird, even though I knew that it made
everyone else uncomfortable—was just because I couldn’t get over him.

But if I could just stay away from him, if I could
make myself stay away from the frat and Jaxon, I could get over him. I’d gotten
over other guys plenty of times. I just needed time and space and I’d get out
there again and find some other guy and Jaxon could just be my stepbrother.
Everyone could be happy. But the idea of Jaxon being my brother still made my
stomach turn flip-flops inside of me. I couldn’t stand the thought of someone
being my brother who’d seen me naked, who I’d had sex
with
.
It was horrifying. I couldn’t stand how much it hurt my mom to find out, but
even though I knew I should be disgusted—and even when I was—I couldn’t stop
myself from remembering how hot Jaxon was, how good he’d felt inside of me. I
knew it would take time, and I couldn’t see any way out of it, but I hated
every moment of it, and it didn’t seem to get any easier.

Chapter
Two

The first day of classes, I hurried out of the dorms
and kept my eyes straight in front of me. I left for my early class with just
enough time to grab something from the dining hall—coffee and a banana, a granola
bar for when my stomach started growling halfway through. I was in and out in
less than a minute, and on my way to the building. I was glad that only a few
of the people I knew from the frat bothered taking early-morning classes—or any
class that met before lunch, for that matter. I knew I should probably at least
answer the texts that the guys were sending me, but I just couldn’t make myself
do it. I couldn’t pretend that everything was great and fine and I was the same
person I’d ever been; not yet anyway.