Dale, my best friend from college, gets a round to start us off, and I down three vodka shots as my friends cheer me on. I fucking need this tonight. The place is packed and booming, the music isn’t my taste, but it’s good to clear my mind and fill it with the thumping of the beat.
We’re approached by women throughout the evening, but I’m feeling picky. Real fucking picky because none of them holds a candle to June.
But then I set my sights on a tall blonde with amazing breasts and a figure to die for. She’s all woman, from her six-inch heels to the micro-mini showing off her legs. She’s fucking gorgeous.
She seems to share the sentiment because she’s all over me in minutes, introducing herself as Lexi. Fuck, even her name is hot.
“Dance with me?” she yells over the music, and I shake my head, laughing. She doesn’t like that because she takes my hand and drags me to the dance floor. And that’s when she’s in her element.
Her hands wrap around me, and she practically gives me a lap dance in front of everyone. She’s wild and crazy; she’s stunning and so different than June I can almost forget about the fact that she's probably off with Parker somewhere. I focus on Lexi's moves, feeling the heat coming off her body. She keeps her eyes on me and moves in closer, and my cock stirs.
“Wanna have some fun?” she whisper-yells in my ear. I laugh at her, and she takes that as a yes. Grabbing my hands, she places them between her legs, pulling me against her body, pressing it against a wall so we’re hidden from the others. She’s not wearing any panties.
I don't want to touch her. I want June, not some drunk, half-naked club vixen. But I have a feeling she won't take no for an answer.
She holds my hand in place between her legs, my body caged beneath hers against the wall. She tries to kiss me, but I pull back. I can feel how soaked she is. I can tell she wants me, but I-
Someone is pulling me off Lexi, and even though their hold isn’t very strong, I turn around, angry, my mind still hazy from the feel of Lexi’s silky, wet skin. And then she’s here, the figment of my imagination—right before me.
June’s hurt eyes are boring into mine as I turn around, already forgetting about Lexi.
Then she turns and runs off as I’m left scrambling with another’s woman hands all over me. June may be a fast little thing, but I’ve been a runner my whole life. I was on the track team in both high school and college, and I'm not letting her get away.
After I rip Lexi off me and she spits an insult at me, I’m on my stepsister’s trail. I lose her in the crowd, only catching a glimpse here and there. But I know June—have known her my whole life, in fact—and I know when something bad happens, she needs one thing. To breathe.
I burst out of the club in time to see her taking off down the street.
“June!” I yell after her, and she stops for a split second before disappearing into an alley. I’m hard on her trail, and in a minute, I’ve caught up to her, grabbing her hand and stopping her. "Wait, please.”
She rips her arm out of my touch and stumbles backward, and I can hear her sobbing.
“June,” I say softly. “What the fucking fuck are you doing here? What's wrong?”
“Fuck you!” She turns to face me, eyes burning with anger as we face off. "You don't know? You really need me to spell it out for you?"
I’ve never heard my stepsister curse, and it’s a little funny, but I manage to stay serious. “June, why the hell are you getting so fucking upset?” She stares me down, but I'm not done yet. "Am I not allowed to go out anymore? Not allowed to have some fun when you've fucking shut me out for weeks?"
But then my mind catches up with my heart, and I realize—she’s jealous. She’s angry. So she has to care about me.
“June,” I repeat her name because it feels too good on my lips to stop. "June, you're being a little fucking brat. You're the one who hasn't answered a single call."
She flinches.
“Haven’t you seen my calls?” I demand, thinking of the two dozen times I’ve dialed her number. “Why