his daughter during my first campus tour that isn’t sitting too well. Either way, he’s out of his league.
I’m a fucking McCallister. He should’ve offered to suck my dick, like his daughter, as a thank you for choosing his school. The dirty thoughts of my “Yalie” adventure remind me about my plans tonight. My fingers quickly type out a text to Liam, since he’s on pussy duty for the evening.
Me: Make sure you invite the ginger girls. One of them isn’t a real redhead. I want to find out which.
Liam: Done. Ethan’s called dibs on Eve. Said she has the best supply so hands off.
Fucking druggie. Ethan’s favored to become our valedictorian and also excels in the use of Adderall. He’s been a member of our little group since the start of high school when he made the crew team. Not as a rower—he’s too small—but as our coxswain. The guy who tells us where to go and what’s happening as we race. His added chemical energy doesn’t hurt when it’s to hype everyone up either.
Me: Tell him to fuck off. I won’t fuck her but blowjobs and backdoor are fair play. And let the guys know to bring the alcohol.
I feel the buzz from my phone, but I’m done with the conversation, because something else has captured my attention. The further down the wainscoted hallway I walk, the louder the moans get.
Fucking Caroline. Literally. Someone is fucking Caroline. Always so needy for attention. She won’t be satisfied until the whole block hears all her little escapades. Pausing in front of her door, I put my ear to it. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
Nothing but groans and raspy breaths come from the other side, and my eyebrows raise, realizing there’s a party of three inside. Caroline’s screwing God knows who, while leaving me to clean up her mess. Typical.
Grabbing the handles to her double doors, I open them wide with gusto and stalk inside the whore’s den.
“Sister,” I greet her, ironically.
Our families have known each other since before we were infants, and elitists only crossbreed, so it made sense that my father would marry her mother. Caroline became a McCallister three years ago, and as expected, all she wanted to do was fuck me to punish our parents for their union. I wasn’t flattered. I’ve never had any interest in sticking my dick where half the population of the Upper East Side has visited.
Now, however, despite my dislike for her, she’s become more of a real “pain in the ass” stepsister, albeit one with smudged boundaries.
“Grey,” she answers, moaning into Kai’s mouth.
Her head lolls back luxuriously as he pulls from her lips, dragging one between his teeth and moving to kiss down her exposed neck. My eyes catch movement, and I see what I assume is a person’s head moving between her legs under the covers.
My eyebrows rise in irritation only to be met by her arrogant reception.
I tug at my tie until it’s loose enough to pull off. “Your fucking planner is searching for you.” Shoving the silk noose into my pocket, I unbutton the top of my dress shirt, tilting my head to make room to do so. “I don’t want to be bothered by them, Caroline. And who the fuck plans a party two months in advance?”
She rolls her eyes at me, or maybe they flutter back from the situation she’s enjoying. Either way, my frustration grows. I clear my throat heavily—a clear indication for her to cut this shit out and give me an answer.
“Civilized people do,” she counters.
Kai stops pulling the strap of her camisole down, nodding his head in understanding. Even the pussy stowaway pops his head up outside the covers, revealing himself, causing Caroline’s eyes to shoot to his angrily, since the part he’s playing has stopped.
“You aren’t finished,” she crows, her voice shrill as her hand grips his head, shoving it back down where it came from.
Her hissy fit makes me chuckle. But I narrow my eyes when she moans again. “Handle your shit. Or you won’t like it when I cancel everything.”
I turn on my heel, leaving her ridiculous debauchery, reaching out for the door just as recognition strikes.
“Jesus Christ, Caroline,” I snap, spinning around. “Can you stop fucking the help? These people are becoming difficult to replace.”
The fucking nerve of her—she actually tries to seem sheepish, but it’s fake. Kai laughs out huskily, then gives her a tsk-tsk, before grabbing his shirt and pulling it on over his head. At least someone