Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Only friend, really, unless you count the douche-human who’s tutoring her now, which I don’t.
So whatever Bailey heard came from Rayne, herself. Which means I’ve genuinely hurt the runt. I don’t like the uncomfortable twist that moves in my gut at that thought.
“What did you hear?” Not much of a comeback, but I genuinely want to know. Did she tell her I’m making her sleep on the floor? That I spanked her? That I made her get off on my fingertips?
But Bailey shakes her head, which I suspect means she hasn’t heard any details at all.
It’s a mixture of relief and triumph that courses through me at that deduction. Relief that Bailey doesn’t know how dastardly I truly am. And triumph that what’s between me and Rayne has stayed between the two of us.
I–obviously–haven’t shared any of our interactions, either. Nor do I plan to. They feel private. Just between the two of us. Like there’s a secret we’re holding. Not keeping. Keeping would imply we both knew the secret.
We don’t.
It’s still developing. Uncracking and unfurling. A twisting and pulling, a knotting of threads between us. And that’s when I realize exactly how proprietary I feel over Rayne.
Like she belongs to me, and no one else gets to see into what’s between us.
I mean, I guess that’s true.
She’s my stepsister. My family, now. She does belong to me. It’s what I’ve asserted from the beginning. But there’s a ferocity behind my mental claim on her. Like I’d tear anyone apart who tried to keep me from her.
Hmm. Strange.
“Rayne’s safe with me,” I find myself saying to Bailey.
I don’t even know if it’s true. She’s hardly physically safe. I’ve helped myself to manhandle her whenever I see fit. I don’t even think she’s emotionally safe, except that those tears of hers will make me move mountains.
But I believe what I’m saying, nonetheless.
I’m not going to let anyone harm Rayne on my watch, including our parents. And I may want her to think I’m dangerous to her, but I wouldn’t actually hurt her.
Bailey doesn’t buy it though. She snorts. “You’re a God in that town. You could change how people treat Rayne. But you wouldn’t want your own precious reputation to take a hit by a genetic misfit, right?”
“‘Bye, Bailey.” I take my foot off the brake and let the Jeep roll forward gently. She steps back and flips me the bird as I drive off.
As I drive to the stadium, I try to keep her words from piercing my mind.
You could change how people treat Rayne.
But do I want to?
Or do I want to keep her weakened, defenseless and all to myself?
All I know is when my dad texts later to tell me he’s taking Leslie on a little honeymoon, and I need to get home tonight in case Rayne needs anything, my dick gets rock hard.
Screw going to Tucson to work on my legal problems.
Me and the runt home alone for the weekend.
Game. On.
Rayne
My back hurts from sleeping on the floor all week. I seriously hate my stepbrother.
I couldn’t be more thrilled when Logan decides to take my mom on a belated, impromptu honeymoon. I didn’t realize I was the reason he didn’t take her before, but when he told me he asked Wilde to come back tonight so I wasn’t home alone, I immediately texted Wilde myself.
Do not come back on my account. I don’t need a babysitter.
He replies immediately: Oh, but you do.
I can’t decide if he’s actually coming back or just being a dick. It’s hard to figure out his motivation for anything.
I think it’s because he doesn’t actually know where he is in his own head.
I’m not sure he even knows how he ended up back in Wolf Ridge. It’s like it just happened to him. He seems to feel little responsibility or remorse for it. Even with getting thrown out of the pack hanging over his head, he doesn’t seem to be all that motivated to solve his problems.
Yet, at the same time, he’s doing everything his dad demands, like a good little wolf.
I don’t get it.
I really don’t.
I especially don’t get what his deal is with me. Does he hate me? Is he attracted? Is this all a weird dominance game to him? Something an alpha wolf who’s not quite in his power yet has to enact with the weaker pack members around him?
I enjoy the afternoon to myself and use the time alone to paint my toenails and make a bunch more foot videos. When I’m finished, I schedule them to post in my Patreon account, then I open up my schedule for privates.
Once more, Footlover352 books in.
But the sessions aren’t enjoyable to me. They’re something I get through, that’s all. They pay the big bucks, and I need all the money I can make. I have eighty-five hundred dollars saved up already. If I keep up at this rate, I will totally have enough for room and board and the remainder of my tuition next year.