Dare: A Stepbrother Romance by Caitlin Daire Page A

crinkled T-shirt that looked about a hundred years old, even from this distance. My cock stiffened as she bent over to refill the watering can, and I abruptly turned back to Caleb.
    “Dude, that’s my stepsister,” I said, suddenly struck by an inexplicable urge to smack him in the face for daring to look at her like that.
    “What, the one who rejected you the other night at Mint?” he said with a smirk.
    I threw a bottle cap at him. “Shut the fuck up. You know what she said to me at that shitty party her friend invited me to last night?”
    “What?”
    I filled him in on how she’d apparently only approached me at Mint based on a dare, and Caleb snorted.
    “Who the fuck does dares now? Are they all mentally twelve years old?”
    “Exactly what I thought,” I replied. “Pretty pathetic.”
    His lips pressed into a smirk. “You know what? I’ve got an idea.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Let’s be pathetic too.”
    “Huh?”
    “If they wanna act like fuckwits and involve you in their stupid games, then we should do it right back at them. You know, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, or whatever the fuck that saying is.”
    “I’m still not following.”
    He sighed impatiently and rolled his eyes. “Okay, dumbass, I’ll spell it out for you. I dare you to fuck your hot stepsister. Do to her what she was gonna do to you.”
    I shook my head. “No way, man. We’re not twelve. Besides, you got any idea what my old man would do to me if I did that?”
    “So what? Don’t be a pussy. I know what the real problem is. You can’t pull her. You’re off your game.”
    “Bullshit. I’m fine. You’re the one with the problem. Your game is weaker than a hand-job from a depressed sloth,” I said, annoyed by the thought of someone thinking of me as unable to pull a chick, even if it was a friendly jab.
    He laughed. “Let me finish. If you go through with it and actually succeed, you get my Phantom.”
    Dammit, that was actually pretty fucking tempting. Caleb’s old man had bought him a Bugatti Atlantis Phantom recently, and it was the one car that money couldn’t buy for me. There’d only ever been one made, and he had it. I’d been desperate to get my hands on it for a while now, and he knew it.
    “And if I don’t succeed? What’s in this for you?” I asked, drumming my fingers against the edge of my chair. One of the girls across the water was watching me closely, her eyes glued to my tattooed biceps. I ignored her and glanced at Caleb, who had a shit-eating grin on his face.
    “If you don’t, then you have to be cool with me hitting on her. Because that is one fine piece of ass right there.”
    He let out a whistle and waved, and Sophie looked up and gave him a half-hearted smile and wave back from where she was standing. I swore I could actually feel my blood pressure rising. Why the hell did I even care if he checked her out? She’d been nothing but a bitch since I arrived back in her life…yet every time I so much as blinked, there she was in the forefront of my mind, invading my brain like a goddamned virus.
    Jesus. It sounded like I was in love with her with the way I was overthinking everything. But there was no way that was true. As she’d made abundantly clear to me the other week, we’d both changed since we were kids. We didn’t know each other the way we used to, so there was no way I felt anything for her at the moment other than mutual disdain.
    “Well?” Caleb said, raising his eyebrows when I didn’t immediately respond.
    “Fine. Let’s do it,” I finally replied with a curt nod, not wanting to betray my true feelings. What Caleb didn’t know was how desperately I still wanted to screw Sophie, as much as I’d pretended to write her off as some childish bitch. That was crap. As much as I fucking hated to admit it, I hadn’t stopped thinking about her gorgeous face and body in days now, not even for a second, so if I went through with this stupid dare of his, not only would I get