Good Stepbrother (Love #2) Read Online Free Page B

him!”
    “He’s hot, though!” Jennifer sighed. “Look at that, he’s all brooding and dangerous.”
    I shrugged and tried to play it cool. “His name’s Toby, and he will be mine.”
    They both squealed and giggled around me while I narrowed my eyes and focused in on my next target. Jameson Keller was so yesterday’s news. After the football game, where he got stomped by the rival team, I met him at the edge of the field.
    He tried to kiss me and I backed away from his sweaty face. Ninth grade wasn’t exactly suiting him. He was pimply and hairy and gross. Plus he smelled like last week’s trash. Ew. “Don’t kiss me,” I snapped and he rolled his eyes.
    “You’re my woman,” he growled, reaching for me again.
    I smacked his hand away. “Not anymore.”
    “You think so highly of yourself, don’t you? You’re nothing but a slut. Just wait until I tell everyone exactly what you’ve done for me.” He tossed his helmet to the ground and sneered at me.
    I shrugged. “Go ahead. Wait until I tell all the girls you have a two inch penis. It’s like a baby carrot attached to a Brillo pad.”
    His mouth fell open and his eyes bugged out. “I have a condition!”
    “And I have pictures,” I smirked, pulling my cell phone from my pocket.
    “You’re evil!” he hissed. “Fuck you, good riddance.” He bent to grab his helmet and jogged away from me, mumbling cuss words under his breath.
    I walked home by myself, enjoying the chill fall air and the leaves rustling around my feet as I strolled. Headlights came up behind me and the car slowed. It was an old beater and my heart rate picked up for a moment until I saw the face in the window. Toby beckoned me over with one long finger.
    Pursing my lips, I opened the door and leaned over to look at him. “What?”
    “Get in, baby girl, we’re gonna take a ride.”
    I swallowed nervously. Toby was older than I thought. He could drive. “Who says I wanna ride with you?”
    He laughed softly. “You know you do, baby girl.”
    Shit. I did. He was danger and I loved it. “I have curfew,” I started, suddenly feeling very much like a child.
    “Do you?” He smirked. “I’ll get you home safe, baby girl. Slide on in.” He patted the cracked vinyl seat and I swallowed nervously.
    Tossing my hair, I sat in the seat and closed the door quietly. “How old are you?” I asked quietly as I buckled my seatbelt.
    “Old enough to know better but too damn young to care,” he offered, putting the car into drive and rolling down the street.
    Nothing happened that night. We drove aimlessly listening to music I’d never heard, a swelling, thumping beat that mimicked my raging heartbeat. I loved Toby. He was different. Five minutes to midnight, he pulled up in front of my house with a low whistle.
    “Damn, baby girl, you’re rolling in it,” he mumbled. “Too good for me.”
    “No way. The money doesn’t matter. I’m not like them,” I insisted, grabbing his hand impulsively.
    “You’re not” he agreed, leaning over and sliding his hand into my hair. His lips pressed against mine and I forgot how to breathe. He tasted like cigarettes which was gross, but the way he kissed? Holy hell. He pulled back after a minute and ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “See you soon, baby girl.”
    I opened my door and stumbled out, my knees just short of jelly. Somehow, I stumbled up the stairs and unlocked the front door. He peeled out of my driveway and honked the horn, waking up half of our neighbors. I was in love. I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin from my face. But what I walked into soon made my smile disappear. My parents stood in the marble foyer waiting for me.
    I jerked to a stop and carefully closed the door. “I’m not late for curfew,” I started sullenly. Then I noticed the suitcases by my mother’s feet. “What’s going on here?”
    My mother held her head high and she spoke clearly, even though tears ran down her cheeks. “We’re leaving,