Anti-Stepbrother - Tijan Page 0,100

to slide inside. He was hard and ready to go.

Caden had admitted once that he was always hard when I was around.

“I’m ready to go as soon as you enter a room,” he said. I thought he’d been joking, but feeling him ready so soon after our last time, maybe not.

I wound my arms around his neck, cupping the back of his head. “How about you show me how different I really am?”

He bent down, and I felt him grin against my lips. “Fuck yes.”

And his lips were hard on mine.

My phone was ringing.

I lifted my head, once again sprawled on top of Caden. I didn’t remember at what point our positions had reversed, but I was fine with it. I could wake up on top of Caden for the rest of my life, and I didn’t think I’d get tired of it.

“Your phone,” Caden prompted me, touching my hip.

I groaned and slid over him and onto the floor. My phone was in my bag, which was at the bottom of a pile of clothes. As I sorted through them and fumbled with my bag’s zipper, Caden sat up. “You could just get up. You didn’t have to fall to the floor.”

“Nah.” I shrugged, grabbing my phone. “This was more fun.”

I heard him chuckling as I answered. “What’s up?”

My stepmom’s voice filled my ear as Caden got up and headed into the bathroom.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

I checked out Caden’s ass. It was tight and round and moved seamlessly under his back, sculpted like a freaking Greek god. I held back a groan. I’d never get tired of seeing his backside.

“Honey?” Sheila asked. “You there?”

I coughed, clearing my thoughts. “I am.” And because Caden had left the door open, I moved so my back rested against the bed. Tugging the sheet down and draping it over me, I asked, “What’s going on?”

“I need a favor.”

“Oh?” I frowned.

The shower turned on in the bathroom, and images of me joining him flooded my mind.

“I just got off the phone with Kevin. I was hoping you could check in on him, make sure he’s okay.”

Mention of my stepbrother pulled me out of my shower stupor. “What?”

“We had a bad fight. It’s about his father, but he seemed more upset than normal. Could you go ‘round to the fraternity house? See if he’s okay or not? He said you guys have been hanging out more.”

“He did?”

“He said you and your friends were helping him with something. I’m so happy, by the way. I know the two of you hadn’t bonded, but I hoped things would be different when you went to the same college. Thank you, Summer. It means so much to me.”

I held back a sigh. I loved Sheila. She’d been great to me, but something about this phone call grated on my nerves.

“I’ll go see him in a few.”

“Again, thank you so much, Summer. I also wanted to apologize for the last weekend we were there. Your father and I just had to square a few things away. We should’ve had some of that conversation much earlier, but it’s all good now. I wanted to let you know that. Your father and I are quite good now.”

I was struck by that. A month ago, I might’ve been concerned. I might’ve wondered how everything really was between them, or how Kevin was doing with whatever was going on with his father. But I wasn’t. Not anymore.

I straightened up, the back of my head pressing into the mattress. What did that mean? Was that a bad thing? Was I becoming selfish?

I should be worried about them…right?

“Okay, honey. I’m going to let you go. Thank you again for checking on Kevin, and please give me a call tomorrow. Let me know if everything’s all right.”

“Yeah.”

“Talk to you later. I’ll give your father your love.”

“Oh, yeah. Okay. Thanks for that.”

I hadn’t even considered sending that message, and as she hung up, my insides were swimming.

I was staring at the phone in my lap when Caden came back from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips.

“You okay?” He gestured to the phone. “Who was that?”

“My stepmom. I have to check on Kevin. She said he might be upset about something.”

Caden rolled his eyes and turned toward his closet. “God forbid Matthews is mad about something.” He pulled on briefs and jeans, turning back. “Why is that your problem?”

I tried not to let his chest distract me. “I guess it’s a sibling thing? Would you check on Marcus if he