Stepbrother JEEZ! (The Stepbrother Romance Series - Book #4) Read Free Page A
Author: Claire Adams
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after, dresses and shoes they wanted to buy,
the pop concerts they wanted to go to—and thought to myself that I couldn’t
really understand why any guy would want to date them. I knew my roommates were
popular with the guys at some of the other frats, and in some of the clubs, but
I couldn’t see the appeal.
The only thing that I could do to get a break from
it was hit the gym. I’d go late at night or early in the morning when only the
most dedicated gym-rats were there; guys on different teams, doing off-season
training or building on their training routines in their free time. I went in
with my headphones on and didn’t take them off the entire time. At least, I
thought, if any of the guys from the frat showed up while I was there, they’d
likely be just as interested as I was in getting in, getting the workout done,
and going back to the house without getting distracted. It wasn’t a huge risk.
Other than the gym, though, I was spending my hours
either alone or with the stupid girls I lived with. Normally I could deal with
them a few hours a week—they weren’t my favorite people, but they weren’t bad. Becka was actually pretty smart, but I had my fill of her
Philosophy and Women’s Studies musings within the first day of sitting around
with them. All I wanted to do was go to the Phi Kappa house and watch hockey or
anything else—even a comedy show would have been a good break—but I couldn’t
make myself go. I couldn’t risk running into Jaxon or finding myself telling someone
in the frat all about what had happened. I had to just stick to myself and get
through it as best as I could.
Whenever Mom called me—and she did, a couple of
times—I had to pretend like everything was normal.
Like nothing at all had happened. She chattered on and on about Bob and how
good he was to her, and I pretended like I liked the
guy in spite of everything he had said to Jaxon. I told her about classes and
about hitting the gym and neither of us said anything at all about Jaxon. It
turned my stomach, but I knew I couldn’t do anything about it. I just had to
get through it, move forward.
Chapter
Three
The first week back from holidays was almost over
when I got the email from the team list about practice; I’d been avoiding Jaxon
the whole time, trying to do everything I could to get him out of my head. I
didn’t want to have to give up snowboarding altogether, and it was just plain
stupid to go out on my own. I’d competed before—I knew I was good, in spite of
the bad boarding during the holiday. I shouldn’t have to completely change my
life just because I’d had a shitty situation happen with Jaxon. I told myself
that he’d encouraged me to join the team long before we’d even gotten close to
getting involved physically. It was something I could do. It was the one thing
that could probably keep me sane.
I replied with the confirmation that I would be
there, in spite of the growing sense of dread that I felt every time I thought
about it. I shouldn’t have to give up everything just because Jaxon was my stepbrother
and we’d had sex; but I was starting to think that I would have to no matter
how fair or unfair it was. After all, I’d have to be around Jaxon if I wanted
to stay on the team. I’d have to deal with being around him. Could I do it?
I told myself that I could. After all, it wouldn’t
just be Jaxon and me there together. It would be the whole team at
practice—there’d be a ton more people. Jaxon and I were only really dangerous
when we were alone together. It wasn’t as though we’d end up jumping each other
in the middle of the practice facility and screwing mindlessly. We would both
be focused on getting better, on nailing tricks and watching everyone else on
the team work on theirs. I had loved snowboarding ever since I first started
doing it when I was a teenager.
And on top of that, I thought as I walked back from
class to the dorm, it would be good. I had been avoiding
the pop concerts they wanted to go to—and thought to myself that I couldn’t
really understand why any guy would want to date them. I knew my roommates were
popular with the guys at some of the other frats, and in some of the clubs, but
I couldn’t see the appeal.
The only thing that I could do to get a break from
it was hit the gym. I’d go late at night or early in the morning when only the
most dedicated gym-rats were there; guys on different teams, doing off-season
training or building on their training routines in their free time. I went in
with my headphones on and didn’t take them off the entire time. At least, I
thought, if any of the guys from the frat showed up while I was there, they’d
likely be just as interested as I was in getting in, getting the workout done,
and going back to the house without getting distracted. It wasn’t a huge risk.
Other than the gym, though, I was spending my hours
either alone or with the stupid girls I lived with. Normally I could deal with
them a few hours a week—they weren’t my favorite people, but they weren’t bad. Becka was actually pretty smart, but I had my fill of her
Philosophy and Women’s Studies musings within the first day of sitting around
with them. All I wanted to do was go to the Phi Kappa house and watch hockey or
anything else—even a comedy show would have been a good break—but I couldn’t
make myself go. I couldn’t risk running into Jaxon or finding myself telling someone
in the frat all about what had happened. I had to just stick to myself and get
through it as best as I could.
Whenever Mom called me—and she did, a couple of
times—I had to pretend like everything was normal.
Like nothing at all had happened. She chattered on and on about Bob and how
good he was to her, and I pretended like I liked the
guy in spite of everything he had said to Jaxon. I told her about classes and
about hitting the gym and neither of us said anything at all about Jaxon. It
turned my stomach, but I knew I couldn’t do anything about it. I just had to
get through it, move forward.
Chapter
Three
The first week back from holidays was almost over
when I got the email from the team list about practice; I’d been avoiding Jaxon
the whole time, trying to do everything I could to get him out of my head. I
didn’t want to have to give up snowboarding altogether, and it was just plain
stupid to go out on my own. I’d competed before—I knew I was good, in spite of
the bad boarding during the holiday. I shouldn’t have to completely change my
life just because I’d had a shitty situation happen with Jaxon. I told myself
that he’d encouraged me to join the team long before we’d even gotten close to
getting involved physically. It was something I could do. It was the one thing
that could probably keep me sane.
I replied with the confirmation that I would be
there, in spite of the growing sense of dread that I felt every time I thought
about it. I shouldn’t have to give up everything just because Jaxon was my stepbrother
and we’d had sex; but I was starting to think that I would have to no matter
how fair or unfair it was. After all, I’d have to be around Jaxon if I wanted
to stay on the team. I’d have to deal with being around him. Could I do it?
I told myself that I could. After all, it wouldn’t
just be Jaxon and me there together. It would be the whole team at
practice—there’d be a ton more people. Jaxon and I were only really dangerous
when we were alone together. It wasn’t as though we’d end up jumping each other
in the middle of the practice facility and screwing mindlessly. We would both
be focused on getting better, on nailing tricks and watching everyone else on
the team work on theirs. I had loved snowboarding ever since I first started
doing it when I was a teenager.
And on top of that, I thought as I walked back from
class to the dorm, it would be good. I had been avoiding