Page 50 of Endgame
Tired and cranky, I threw off my bed covers and stomped to my door.
Dressed in a tight, white tank and pajama shorts, I flung it open with every intention of going downstairs and giving that son of a bitch a piece of my mind, but I staggered to a halt when he walked out of his bedroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his narrow waist.
Well shit…
It was times like this, I wished so hard my stepbrother had been interested in table tennis or chess. A sport or hobby that wouldn’t require him to have a body likethat.
“Looking for something, Six?” Rourke asked, tone mildly amused, as he smirked down at me.
“Yes,” I shot back, forcing myself to look at his face and not his smoking hot body. “Some peace and quiet, but apparently, that’s too much to ask for around here.”
“If you don’t like it, you know where the door is.”
Unsurprised by his snarky response, I placed my hands on my hips and glared up at him. “I’m tired, Rourke. I’ve been working all week and your friends’ downstairs are keeping me up with their music.”
“Again; you know where the door is.”
“You’re such a big dick,” I muttered, unable to stop my gaze from landing on his stomach again.Don’t look down, Mercy. Don’t look down atit…
“I have such a big dick? Why yes, I do, Six. Thanks for noticing.”
What!“You know I didn’t say that.”But Ihadnoticed.
Many times…
“It’s what you were thinking though?” Rourke dropped his towel and sauntered towards me.
“What are you doing?” I choked out, eyes locked on his penis. His verylarge, veryerectpenis.
With every step he took towards me, I found myself retreating, until there was no room left and my back hit my bedroom door. “Well, you’ve been staring so damn hard at that towel, I figured I’d put you out of your misery.”
“Wh-what are you doing?” I whispered when he stepped right up to me and placed his hand on the door handle beside my hip.
“What does it look like?” he replied, tone husky, seductive blue eyes locked on my face. “I’m getting a condom.” With that, he opened my bedroom door and prowled inside as naked as the day he was born. “In the future, don’t steal my shit,” he added when he returned a moment later, sauntering past me with a box of condoms in one hand and his trophy in the other. “It’s not nice.”
I watched, wide eyed, as Rourke walked back to his room and slammed the door shut. Seconds later, the sound a female giggling filled my ears and suddenly that was worse than all the crappy music in the world.
Ugh.
Unable to cope with the thought – and knowledge – of what was about to happen in the bedroom next to mine, I hurried down the staircase; choosing mingling with the drunk teenagers over listening to my stepbrother having sex.
“Sissy!” The sound of Daryl King’s voice penetrated my ears and I bit back a groan. Great, I thought to myself as I watched him walk over to me. Another big dick out for my blood. I shouldn’t have pushed him in the pool. It wasn’t his fault his best friend was a total asshole. I opened my mouth to tell him that when he reached me, but he surprised me by smiling down at me. “How the hell are you, Mercy James?”
“Um…fine?” Was this a trick? Was he going to pick me up and throw me in the pool, too?
“That you are, girl,” he shot back with a smile. “That you fucking are.”
Craning my neck, I stared up at him and frowned. “Why are you speaking to me?”
His brows rose in surprise. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t speak to you?”
“Rourke hates me,” I shot back. “You’re his best friend.” I shrugged, leaving him to fill in the blanks.
“True,” he countered, smiling down at me with perfect, white teeth. “Rourke is my best friend, but that doesn’t mean we share the same brain.”
“Is that so?”
“Absolutely,” he replied with a flirty wink. “Come on.” He reached forward and grabbed my hand. “Let me introduce you to the guys.” Daryl didn’t wait to give me a chance to agree; he simply dragged me through the crowd of people, stopping when we reached the kitchen and were met by three enormous guys. “Reebo, Bear, Mase; this is Mercedes James.” Grinning, Daryl gestured toward me with both hands. “Rourke’s newstepsister. She’s gonna be joining us at school next week.”
