PERSONAL: A Stepbrother Sports Romance by Stephanie Brother Page A
Authors: Stephanie Brother
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leg bounced up and down in nerves and frustration. The sexy way it bounced was driving me absolutely insane, reminding me of all the things I wanted to do to her right now.
“Look…” I sighed. “I know it’s been a while.”
“A while? It’s been almost four years. And…” She trailed off and sighed in obvious distress.
“Look, this isn’t the time or place to have the type of talk I want to have with you. And I don’t trust myself alone with you in this bedroom,” I replied.
“But you could trust yourself four years ago when we were alone with me.” She glared at me.
She stood up. I could feel her anger. It rolled off her in thick, hot waves.
“Look, I can take care of myself. I can do a lot of things. Now if you’ll excuse me. I’m outie.”
I wasn’t going to let her get away. And I as sure as hell wasn’t going to let her out there into the sea of crazies and wild men who’d take advantage of her.
“Cat, can we just go somewhere and talk please? I can’t let you leave by yourself.”
“Why?”
“Look at how crazy this house is. It’s filled with a bunch of wild animals. I’m staying in the city over the weekend. Let me take you back. I don’t trust any of these people.”
“We’re not step-siblings anymore, Ramon. You can drop the protective brother act.”
“I am. You’re coming with me. No arguing.” I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder, suppressing her. She lightly pounded my back as I opened the door and walked down the hallway.
CAT
“Ramon! My man! Yeah!”
“Dude, that’s Cat Johnson. Look at her ass.”
As mad as I was with Ramon, and as much as I hated being thrown over his shoulder like a toy, or a possession, I felt safe as we drifted out of the house, leaving the drunken party scene.
With the animal house now out of sight, I wasn’t going to lie. That experience was really intense. I’d never go to one of those events alone again.
“Why’d you rent a car?”
“Jeep.”
“Same thing.”
“I wanted to get to know the area in case, you know, I moved here.”
I nodded. Wow.
In case I moved here.
Anger or no anger, I was thrilled for him. He was the hardest working guy I’d ever known, and if he was really about to go pro, he deserved it. If anyone deserved it, he definitely did.
“Look, we don’t have to talk. Let’s not. Let’s wait until dinner. There’s a lot I want to say to you.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“No, I mean, for real. For saving me back there.”
Nothing like having a 6’5” strong gladiator by your side.
DINNER
As soon as we sat down at the restaurant, and finished placing our order, his words flew out.
“Cat, I’m really sorry about what happened, about what I said. I’ve wanted to tell you in person but I never got to see you again. And with you changing your number once you moved to France, it was impossible to contact you. You deleted your Facebook, too.”
I inhaled a deep breath. He looked really sorry, I could tell.
“I was a prick. I didn’t mean what I said. I never meant for you to hear what I said. It was an act. And those words still haunt me that I said such an awful thing.”
It was what I wanted to hear since forever.
I stared at those puppy dog eyes. Tender and bright. He really had a soft heart and I saw it that night we shared under the stars. I knew he didn’t mean to hurt me. But words do hurt, especially when other people bear witness to them and laugh.
I shook my head, trying to shake the sad scene from my memory. It was one of those horrible scenes that were practically branded into my soul. I wanted to release it.
“Look. Girls like me didn’t get guys like you back then. I forgive you. I know the childish ways of high school. The words still stung though,” I responded, with enough civility not to lose it. “That’s why I had to get away and create a new life for myself in a place where no one saw me as ‘Fat Cat.’ Where no
“Look…” I sighed. “I know it’s been a while.”
“A while? It’s been almost four years. And…” She trailed off and sighed in obvious distress.
“Look, this isn’t the time or place to have the type of talk I want to have with you. And I don’t trust myself alone with you in this bedroom,” I replied.
“But you could trust yourself four years ago when we were alone with me.” She glared at me.
She stood up. I could feel her anger. It rolled off her in thick, hot waves.
“Look, I can take care of myself. I can do a lot of things. Now if you’ll excuse me. I’m outie.”
I wasn’t going to let her get away. And I as sure as hell wasn’t going to let her out there into the sea of crazies and wild men who’d take advantage of her.
“Cat, can we just go somewhere and talk please? I can’t let you leave by yourself.”
“Why?”
“Look at how crazy this house is. It’s filled with a bunch of wild animals. I’m staying in the city over the weekend. Let me take you back. I don’t trust any of these people.”
“We’re not step-siblings anymore, Ramon. You can drop the protective brother act.”
“I am. You’re coming with me. No arguing.” I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder, suppressing her. She lightly pounded my back as I opened the door and walked down the hallway.
CAT
“Ramon! My man! Yeah!”
“Dude, that’s Cat Johnson. Look at her ass.”
As mad as I was with Ramon, and as much as I hated being thrown over his shoulder like a toy, or a possession, I felt safe as we drifted out of the house, leaving the drunken party scene.
With the animal house now out of sight, I wasn’t going to lie. That experience was really intense. I’d never go to one of those events alone again.
“Why’d you rent a car?”
“Jeep.”
“Same thing.”
“I wanted to get to know the area in case, you know, I moved here.”
I nodded. Wow.
In case I moved here.
Anger or no anger, I was thrilled for him. He was the hardest working guy I’d ever known, and if he was really about to go pro, he deserved it. If anyone deserved it, he definitely did.
“Look, we don’t have to talk. Let’s not. Let’s wait until dinner. There’s a lot I want to say to you.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“No, I mean, for real. For saving me back there.”
Nothing like having a 6’5” strong gladiator by your side.
DINNER
As soon as we sat down at the restaurant, and finished placing our order, his words flew out.
“Cat, I’m really sorry about what happened, about what I said. I’ve wanted to tell you in person but I never got to see you again. And with you changing your number once you moved to France, it was impossible to contact you. You deleted your Facebook, too.”
I inhaled a deep breath. He looked really sorry, I could tell.
“I was a prick. I didn’t mean what I said. I never meant for you to hear what I said. It was an act. And those words still haunt me that I said such an awful thing.”
It was what I wanted to hear since forever.
I stared at those puppy dog eyes. Tender and bright. He really had a soft heart and I saw it that night we shared under the stars. I knew he didn’t mean to hurt me. But words do hurt, especially when other people bear witness to them and laugh.
I shook my head, trying to shake the sad scene from my memory. It was one of those horrible scenes that were practically branded into my soul. I wanted to release it.
“Look. Girls like me didn’t get guys like you back then. I forgive you. I know the childish ways of high school. The words still stung though,” I responded, with enough civility not to lose it. “That’s why I had to get away and create a new life for myself in a place where no one saw me as ‘Fat Cat.’ Where no
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