Watching My Step
By Brieale Sound
Watching My Step
© 2017 by Brieale Sound
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This novel is a work of fiction. all the characters, events and
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Watching My Step
“You’ve got to be
fucking kidding me! Are you asking to have your fucking arm broke,
dude!” Here I am again defending my sister’s honor, at least
that’s what I tell myself. The truth is, I want to take her in my
arms and do the things Mason Branch is only thinking about. Things a
brother shouldn’t think about.
From the moment I first
saw Mia Copeland’s scowling face, she entranced me. I don’t know
why, she was a little shit back then. I was fourteen, and she was
eleven with an attitude from hell. At first, Mia despised me and my
father. Getting a new stepfamily was like Ipecac to her stomach.
Every chance to vomit wisecracks was an opportunity to fuck with me.
Away from our parents listening ears, I was a “little prick”
among other adjectives, but that was her favorite nickname for me.
Back then I was that awkward, shy kid. I hid behind my long hair and
kept everything bottled up inside. All that changed a few years after
her and her mom moved into our home. Mia went from a bitchy preteen,
to a sweet little sister, and I went from being the little prick, to
a well-built bad ass in our small community. It’s motherfuckers
like Mason Branch that make my reputation well known. Nobody in their
right mind touches Mia. Especially, some dickless wonder like him.
Jealousy rises inside me, and I want to break his goddamn jaw just
for general purposes.
“Look, Cade, I don’t
want any trouble,” Mason says and removes his hand from Mia’s
waist. He backs away with his palms in the air, and it’s a good
thing because I’m about to swing on the little bastard.
“That’s right, ass
hat, keep walking,” I spew insults as the crowd of high school
boy’s scatter like scolded puppies.
“Damn it, Cade
Monroe,” Mia says and smacks me on my arm. Even the sting of her
smack sends the blood racing toward my groin. Hell, she can make my
cock hard with just one look from her sexy green eyes. But she used
my full name, and I know she’s really pissed.
“You know who that
is, don’t you?” She doesn’t give me time to answer. “Mason is
the most popular guy in school and he just wanted to talk.”
“I know who he is,
and I’m pretty fucking certain he wanted more than a talk.”
“What’s it to you?
I’m eighteen, and I can do what I please. Now he’ll never speak
to me again!”
“Good. Now get on.”
I motion to my motorcycle. I watch as she shifts her eyes away from
me, and I swear I see her lips turn up in a grin.
“Bye, Rae.” I wave
at my best friend as she climbs into her car. Only a second later, I
hear my name being called from somewhere behind me. When I turn, my
mouth nearly falls open. Mason Branch is calling for me. I hesitate
thinking I heard wrong, but his eyes are on me, and he nods as if to
assure me, I’m the one. As I approach, I notice his eyes are brown.
Why hadn’t I noticed them before? They’re not blue, not the color
of the deepest ocean, not Cade’s color. I blink my eyes forcing the
“What are you doing
tonight, babe?” With one brow raised, he stares at me grinning.
“Uh…” I pause
wondering exactly what I would be doing, “nothing,” I finally
say. He slides his hand across my waist, and his fingers connect with
bare skin. There should be fireworks going off, instead I feel
nothing. But suddenly, I’m being pulled backwards. It’s Cade and
his eyes are fierce, on fire with anger. I’ve seen this look
before, and this situation is going to end badly.
Embarrassed, I swing my
leg over and sit on the leather seat of Cade’s motorcycle. It had
ended badly just like the other times. I want to be mad, to scream at
the top of my lungs. Cade’s always sticking his nose in my business
and since our parents died in a car crash two years ago, he’s only
gotten worse. We used to be inseparable, but since he became my
guardian, he has kept me at arm’s length. I have always loved him
secretly, maybe from the first time he gazed at me through his long
hair. He’d gone from a shy boy to a muscle-bound man, confident,
caring, and tough. He’d sacrificed college and took a factory job
to put food on our table. I know he wants me. Hell, the whole town
knows it. He will never act on it; he will never love me the way I
want him to. I just want to run far away where he will never find me,
but I can’t fight the feelings that stir deep inside. I want him
all to myself.
He leans back against
me, and my core tingles. His warm, hard body makes me feel safe,
protected. Staying mad at him is impossible, but this time he went
too far. I slide my hands around his waist, my fingers resting snugly
against his six-pack abs and I lay my cheek against his strong back.
Even pissed, I want him more than he will ever know. I pretend he is
mine, every part of him. From his always disheveled black hair to the
tribal tattoos on both arms. All mine. I want to slide my hand down
to the bulge in his worn jeans, but I remind myself, I’m still mad
at him and this is only pretend. He doesn’t want me like that and
it looks like I’ll be a virgin the rest of my life and love a
brother who refuses to act on his desires.