Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

" H ey, Alice, I'm going to take my break in a few, okay?" I tell one of my co-workers as I make my way from grabbing some cups from the back.

"Yeah, for sure. You've been working like crazy. Thanks again for taking that lunch hour rush while I went for my appointment."

"No problem." I smile. "Any time."

Stepping back up to the counter, I take the next order in line. With all the coffee I've been serving, it's killing me that I haven't had one of my own yet.

Today is my first day back. I was so grateful that I still had a job waiting for me. I thought for sure I would have been fired, because I didn't give any notice and just left. But, thankfully, my boss is sweet as can be, and after hearing a tame version of events, she said it wasn't a big deal.

With students getting back into the flow of classes and the new semester, I'm not surprised this weekend has been crazy busy.

This past week has been insane for myself also.

After everything with the whole "my boyfriend is my step-brother" craziness, I didn't really have enough time to truly process it. I had my little breakdown with the guys, talked about it as much as I was willing to, but then classes started up. And with cheer taking a big chunk of my time, as we try to get down a solid routine for Regionals, I had to put my big girl panties back on and do my best to move forward.

"Hello, what can I get you?" I ask the next customer, and my stomach does a little flip when I see it's Trevor.

"Hi." He gives me a nervous smile and I bite my lower lip.

"Hi," I say softly, my heart racing at the sight of him.

We haven't seen each other since that night because our schedules clash, but we have been texting non-stop. I know he feels like he's to blame for everything, but he really isn't. As long as he had no idea about who my dad was, then that's all that matters to me.

"Can we talk? I miss you," he asks with a boyish look in his eyes. "I can wait until you're on break. I've got time."

"You're just in luck, I'm about to take my break."

I tell Alice to take over, and I move around the counter to Trevor. "Walk with me?" he asks, holding out his hand.

Smiling, I nod and lace my fingers through his. The feeling of his hand against mine makes me shiver. I just want to wrap my arms around him and stay there for a long time.

We've hardly had any time together, since well before Christmas break, and I hate it. The guys have an advantage now because I live in the Cheer house. There's always one of them with me at all times. At least, it feels like that. Not that I mind. But that means Trevor isn't getting the time and attention he needs or deserves.

"Am I a shitty girlfriend?" I ask him as we walk around the courtyard.

"What? No, of course not." He looks down at me with furrowed brows. "Why would you think that?"

"Because I'm always with the other guys, and we hardly have any time to spend together. I don't want you to think that I favor them over you. I love you all the same."

I still can't believe I told him I loved him like I did. I wanted it to be in a more personal way, something sweet, just the two of us. But damn, James was really pissing me the fuck off with his bullshit of trying to come into my life and play dad.

He's been texting me and I hate it. I've considered blocking his number, but I can't bring myself to do it. I know the guy means well, but he's going about it the wrong way.

Trevor pulls me to a stop and grabs both my hands in his. "Rylee, we are in college. You also are on a very competitive sports team. Trust me, I know how much that can take up your time. It's not like I'm sitting in my dorm room pining after you."

"You're not?!" I gasp with mock shock. "I'm offended."

He grins, and it's so damn sexy. "Brat."

"Why does everyone call me that?" I pout. "I'm a delight to be around."

"You are." He pulls me close, wrapping his arm around me. I love moments like this.

"Anyway, it's okay. As long as we can talk on the phone, text regularly, and have some moments with just the two of us, we will be okay. Am I a little jealous that the guys get to be around you more often? Yes. Does part of me want to ask if there's any way I can move into the Cheer house, so I can have that time too? Also, yes." He chuckles. "But I'm not too sure the guys like me all that much."

"They like you. They have no reason not to. I think it's just going to take some time for them to get used to sharing me. They haven't had much time with me either, believe it or not. At least, not much time since we've all found our way back to each other."

"Glad they got their heads out of their asses." He chuckles.

"Me fucking too."

"How are you doing? With everything, I mean?" he asks me, his eyes searching mine.

"Honestly, I haven't had much time to think about it." I shrug. "I know it should be a bigger deal, but I think I'm more upset about being blindsided, by yet another messy thing to happen in my life, than the fact that we're technically step-siblings." My nose scrunches at the last part.

"Yeah, that's weird to hear out loud," he responds with a chuckle.

"Yeah." I sigh. "But seeing as how I don't know James, and we don't have any sort of relationship, it doesn't affect me all that much. What about you?"

"I think I'm just shocked about a few things. I feel stupid that I didn't put two and two together when you told me what hotel you lived at. I knew it was one my grandfather owned, I just wasn't aware it was his main hotel. I don't really have anything to do with any of that.

"I knew James was some rich businessman when my mom and him got together, but that's all. He treated us well, and that's what mattered," he tells me.

"Then we find out that my step-dad has a daughter, when we thought he had no kids. Not that it would have been a big deal if he had kids when they first got together. I know my mom would have loved his kids in the same way he loves me. And, well, now he does have a daughter." He laughs again.

"Was your mom mad? That wasn't the kind of first impression I wanted to make." I worry, nibbling my lower lip.

"No." He shakes his head. "She was worried about you. Wanted to make sure you were okay. She would love to have you over again, when you're ready, as my girlfriend. The step-daughter thing, also whenever you're ready, and if you're not, then that's fine too."

"She's not mad about the fact you're dating your step-sister?" I raise a brow.

"Nope." He grins. "She sees it as we're not blood related, we didn't grow up together, and we didn't know about each other until recently. And there's the fact we're adults and can do what we want."

"I like her," I admit with a smile.

"Same." He grins. "And I know she's going to just love you."

"Trevor," I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Yes?"

"Kiss me," I plead.

His smirk makes my belly clench. "Don't have to ask me, baby."

He cups my face and leans in, placing a kiss against my lips. I moan as I lean into his touch. Growling, he kisses me harder. Our lips move together until we're both breathless and in need of air.

"Go on a date with me tomorrow. I need some time with my girl," he tells me, his voice thick and husky. Damn it, I wish I didn't have to go back to work.

"Okay." I'm not sure if I have plans, but if I do, I'll be changing them. I need this time with Trevor, to know that everything is good between us now. Because I've been worrying about it, even though I knew deep down that I didn't have to.

"Let's get your sexy ass back to work." He gives me a blinding smile.

He drops me back off at the coffee shop and kisses me again, getting some wolf whistles in return.

For the rest of the day, I'm in a much better mood. I have no idea what tomorrow will bring, but I'm excited about it, for a change.

"Sooo. Do you think tonight will be the night?" Alex asks me in a teasing tone, his shoulder bumping into mine as we walk across campus.

I ended up crashing in his dorm room last night. I went over there to study, and we ended up talking about the whole step-sister thing, something I still don't really want to think about. It's too weird.

He said he would walk with me to the Cheer house because he wants to see Serenity. He was being a moody little bitch because she told him she was having girl time with Rylee, and was highly offended when they said he couldn't join them.

He even tossed in the boyfriend and best friend card, but was still turned down.

Poor sap is so far gone for his girl. Not that I blame him, I'm getting there when it comes to Rylee.

"I don't know. If it ends up going in that direction, awesome. If not, I'm not going to push it," I tell him with a shrug.

"Dude. You gotta get in on that action. She's getting it on the regular from four other guys!"

I shoot him a glaring look as a wave of jealousy at the thought hits me, but I push it down. "It's not a competition, dude. I'll wait until Rylee is ready, however long that might be, because I'm not with her just for sex. Also, I know best friends know lots of shit about each other's lives, but like… that's weird, even for you."

"You think." He raises a brow. "You're not the one who has to hear the headboards banging while you're trying to study with your girl."

"No, because my girl is the one getting banged," I deadpan.

"Right." He grins. "Well, I'm rooting for you, man. If it helps, maybe do a little bit of role playing. You could use that step-brother and sister thing to your advantage."

He stops and bends, looking at me over his shoulder. "Oh, step-bro, I tried to grab something from the bottom of the washer and now I'm stuck. Please, help me," he says in an awful girly voice.

"Oh, fuck off." I slap his ass hard, making him tumble forward a bit. He catches himself and laughs.

When we get to the Cheer house, I'm hardly through the front door before Alex takes off up the stairs. I've been here before, so I don't feel weird following after him. I haven't been in Rylee's room since she moved here, but I know where it is, and that's where Alex is headed.

"Alex!" I hear Rylee scream as I reach the top step. Everyone's heads pop out of their rooms.

"Shit, fuck, sorry, Ry Ry!" Alex says, rushing out of the room.

"What the fuck happened?" I ask in a worried tone, as I look behind him to see a very pissed off Rylee. Her shirt is off and clutched to her chest.

"Next time, fucking knock, asshole," she snarls as Alex stands there, his hands over his eyes.

"I was looking for my girlfriend!"

"Well, this is my room too, you know! And, she's not even in here. She's downstairs making breakfast," Rylee huffs.

I don't think she's noticed me yet, she's too busy shooting daggers at her best friend. I take the time to let my eyes roam. Fucking hell, she's so damn sexy. Her wild red hair is sleep-rumpled, her face looks like she just woke up, and is all adorable and whatnot.

She's only wearing a tiny pair of sleep shorts that sit high up on her toned creamy thighs. Is it weird that her bare shoulders are turning me on right now? Is it also weird to show up to a date with an erection? If so, I'm going to need a moment.

"How was I supposed to know?" he says, hands still covering his eyes.

"We share a room now. Do not barge in unless you know I'm not fucking in here," she shouts.

"I mean, it's nothing I haven't seen before. We roomed together for months."

Her eyes widen. "Yes, and I always made sure to change when you were not around."

"Or when you thought I was sleeping."

"Alex," she growls.

"It was only once! I woke up and saw you changing. I didn't want to make things weird."

"I'm going to kill you." She sighs heavily.

"If it makes you feel any better, Ren told me you were feeling self-conscious about the size of your boobs. If you ask me, they look great."

I groan, shaking my head at my dumbass friend as he digs his grave deeper.

"Babe. I'm gonna give you three seconds to turn around and walk downstairs, before both me and Rylee jump your ass, and then hand you off to her boyfriends," Serenity says, stopping next to me.

Alex spins around and moves his hands. "Hey, baby." His grin widens.

She gives him adirty look. "Downstairs. Now."

He gives her a kicked puppy look, but listens and leaves.

"Sorry, Ry," Serenity says.

"Teach that boy to knock."

"Will do, babe." She laughs before following Alex downstairs.

"That's one way to start the day," I chuckle.

Rylee's eyes snap over to mine, finally realizing that I'm standing here.

"Hi." She grins and takes a step back into her room.

I watch as she drops the shirt, putting her breasts in full view. "Fuck me," I whisper, and there's officially no hope of my dick going down anytime soon.

She chuckles. "If you're a good boy," she flirts, my eyes darting back up to hers. "Be out in a second."

She steps up to the door, standing there half naked as she slowly closes it, a cheeky little grin playing on her face.

I love this girl. I'm crazy about her. Her personality is just the cherry on top.

Groaning, I turn around and head downstairs before I'm the one bursting into her room.

"Hey." Colt nods his head when I step into the kitchen. All of Rylee's boyfriends are here. We've gotten a little closer since the winter break, with the whole "working together to bring the Dean down and get Rylee back into school" thing. But I still don't think they're overly fond of me. At least, I know Mateo isn't. And he proves my point with the death glare he's giving me.

"So, what's your plans with our girl today?" Donny asks me, taking a bite of his pancakes.

"I have a few things in mind," I tell him.

"Like what? Where are you going? What are you doing? What time are you going to be back?" Donny starts his rapid fire question.

"Wow. Relax." I chuckle. "You're starting to sound like a dad questioning his daughter's boyfriend."

"Nah, I'm not the daddy of the group." Donny grins. "That would be him." He points to Mateo. "Hey, Teo, has Rylee ever called you Daddy?"

Mateo sneers at Donny, making him grin wider.

"No," Rylee answers, entering the kitchen. She steps up to Mateo and his eyes watch her every move. "But if Mateo is into that, I'm sure we can arrange something." She grins.

Mateo lets out a rumbling sound that makes Lennox chuckle. "Down, Daddy." Mateo's eyes snap over to Lennox, who is now grinning like Rylee, his eyes a little heavy.

"Okay. As fun as it is that there's a chance I'm about to witness someone having sex, I think I'd rather steal our girl away for the day."

"The whole day?" Donny's eyes widen. "But it's the weekend. You mean, I'm missing out on hours with my Cherry?"

"Relax." Colton sighs. "You spent the whole day with her. And last night. And the fucking night before that."

Donny just shrugs and grins. "Someone's a little green, aren't we? I didn't see you complaining when she was trapped between the two of us the other night."

Alex is right. These guys have the advantage of being with her all of the time. I don't feel guilty about having her to myself for the day. And if they have any issues with it, I will say something. They are lucky to even still have Rylee after all the bullshit they put her through.

"Ready to go?" I ask Rylee, my eyes slowly trailing down her body.

She looks cute today. Her hair is up in space buns with two strands in the front that framing her face. She's wearing a white crop-top with a black bra showing under it, and high-waisted jeans.

"Yup," she says before she walks over to Colton. She gives him a kiss and then grabs his zip-up hoodie, yanking it off his body. He chuckles, looking at her in mild shock as she slips it on.

"Thanks, baby." She blows him a kiss before making her way around to say goodbye to the others. "Let's go." She grabs my hand and yanks me toward the front door.

"Are we walking or driving?" she asks me.

"Driving," I tell her. "But my car is over by my dorm."

We walk there, grabbing a coffee on the way.

I take her to the pier and we spend the whole day riding the Ferris wheel, driving bumper cars, playing carnival games and anything else her heart desired. By the end of the day, Rylee has an arm full of teddy bears, and both of our stomachs are cramping from laughing so hard.

"Today was amazing." The smile on her face makes my whole damn heart light up. "Thank you." She looks at the strip of silly photos we did at the booth and hands me one.

"We're not done yet," I tell her. "There's one more place I wanted to take you."

"Oh, really?" she asks, raising her eyebrows. "Alright, I'm down for some more fun."

We drop the stuff off in my car and walk down the street. "What's this?" she asks when we stop in front of a building.

"Well, you remember that time you watched me and Alex play Zombies, and you said it would be cool to be in a video game like that, like the VR videos you told us about?"

"Yes." She looks over at the building and reads the name above the door. Seaside VR. "Oh, my God!" Her eyes dart back over to me, wide with excitement. "No fucking way!"

I grin. "Come on." I grab her hand and bring her inside.

Ten minutes later, we're suited up head to toe in the gear, then they put us into a white room with a square on the ground.

"Alright. Remember not to go outside of the square. And keep an eye on your partner, if one of you dies, you'll need the other to revive you."

"This is so exciting!" Rylee squeals and I chuckle.

We looked through the different games we could play, but picked the zombie one, like Rylee originally wanted.

The game starts up, and it's like we're really in a whole other world. "Holy shit," I say. "This really is amazing."

"Right! Come on, baby, let's kill some zombies!"

For the next twenty minutes, we are in full-on game mode. It's a lot of work, but it's exciting and fun. What makes it even better is the way Rylee screams, laughs, and trash talks every time she gets a kill.

"Holy motherfucker," Rylee says as we both look up at the big boss of the game. He's big, like over ten-feet-tall. "Okay, babe, we gotta work together to bring this fucker down!" she shouts and I laugh.

I love her so damn much, she will never know just how much.

"Alright, baby, we've got this!" I say back, encouragingly.

The boss comes for us, and we both start shooting. We die a few times, but we keep going. Rylee is getting more pissed that the fucker won't die, and starts getting aggressive with her trash talk. It's taking everything in me not to laugh.

"Fuck yeah, you dirtbag. Die, fucker, die!" Rylee cheers when we finally beat the boss.

At the end, there's a little dance party, and I finally burst into laughter when she starts doing these ridiculous dance moves.

Once we're out of the gaming place, we walk down the street while Rylee watches the videos they emailed of us playing. "I can't wait to show the guys. Donny is going to be so jealous." She laughs.

"Did you have fun?" I ask her, hoping that today makes up for all the time we don't get to spend together.

"Fun? Trevor, this is literally the best date I've ever been on. Hell, it's the best day I've had in years!" She throws herself at me. I catch her with a grunt, then groan as she crashes her lips to mine.

We kiss until we're breathless. When we break apart, my chest is heaving and I'm rock-fucking-hard.

"Come on." She gives me these eyes that hint at something I've been dying for. Or maybe my horny ass is reading too much into it.

We make it back to my car, but instead of getting in the passenger side, Rylee opens the back door and slides in.

"Ahh, Rylee?" I ask.

"Get in the back, Trevor. I want to show you just how fucking much I enjoyed tonight."

My eyes widen and my cock jerks in my jeans. "Right here? In the back of the car?" My voice cracks a little as I start to sweat.

"Ever get fucked in the back seat of a car?" she asks me and I shake my head slowly. "Same. Now, come, let's have a first together."

I slide in after her, and as soon as the door is closed, Rylee is on me, straddling my lap.

"Fuck," I groan as she grinds down on my stiff cock.

"That's the point." She giggles against my lips before kissing me hard. I growl, gripping her hips, helping her rock against my aching erection.

"I need you," she pants against my lips.

"I'm here, Rylee. I'm yours, baby."

"Good." It's hard work, but she manages to get out of her pants and panties, as I try to quickly free my cock, my fingers fumbling with the zipper.

When my cock springs free, she wraps her hand around it. "Fuck, you're big."

"Rylee," I moan as she starts to pump me. "Keep doing that and I'm not going to last long."

She laughs and moves to straddle me again. She brings my cock to her entrance, about to sink down on me before I stop her.

"Wait," I pant out, my balls hating me right now with how heavy and full they are. "Condom?"

"Don't need one," she tells me. "I'm on the pill. Unless you want one?"

"No, I want to feel your pussy wrapped around me, Rylee," I growl. "I want to feel it when I lose myself and fill you with my cum."

"Fucking hell," she whimpers, her eyes filled with lust. Then she's lowering herself, taking me fully in one go.

"Oh, God, yes," she moans as I hiss, the feeling of her warm heat is almost too much.

"You're so wet, baby," I tell her, feeling her arousal.

"I'm desperate for you, Trevor," she moans as she starts to ride me. Hearing her say that is nearly my undoing.

"Then ride me, Rylee. Take me like you own me."

With past partners, I'm usually the one who takes control. But there's something about Rylee owning me, using me, taking control of me, that has me fucking feral for my girl.

I toss my head back, chest rising and falling as I struggle to breathe, watching her with heavy lids as she works herself on my cock.

Every rise and fall, every clench of her pussy walls, has me nearing the finish line. I know I can last longer than this, but the need to be with her like this has been growing for so long, and mixed with the excitement of the moment, it all has me so worked up.

And the look on her face doesn't help. The way her lips part in pleasure, her face morphed into ecstasy.

"Fuck, you're so big," she moans. "Feels so damn good. Hitting just the right spot."

"That's it, baby. Look at you. So fucking sexy. Ride my cock, Rylee. I want you to cum on it, own it."

"Oh, God," she whimpers, working herself faster.

Bringing my hand down between us, I gently rub her clit. She cries out, her body almost collapsing on top of me. "Come on, baby. You can do it," I tell her. "You're doing so good. Cum for me."

"Trevor," she whines, and I can tell she's getting tired.

So, with my free hand, I help move her hips back and forth. "I'm close," she tells me. "God, please, don't stop."

"I can tell," I groan. "Your walls are quivering around me, Rylee. You've got this, baby. Cum for me. That's a good girl."

"Fuck!" she screams, her forehead crashing onto my shoulder as her body locks up. She cums hard, her pussy clamping down around me, squeezing me for everything that I have.

"Rylee," I groan, as I follow after her. I cum hard, jets of cum filling her up. I'm overcome by so much pleasure, to the point I feel like I'm going to pass out.

She writhes in my arms, moaning and whimpering as she shakes from her release.

"Fucking hell," I breathe out, feeling like I just ran a marathon. Hands down, that was the best sex of my life, and it was only in a car. Imagine what it will be like when we have more room.

"So damn good," she laughs out, taking in a breath.

I smile, my eyes closed as I hold her in my arms. The car smells of sex and sweat as I run my hand up and down her back. We're joined together, my cum leaking out of her and onto my thighs, but I don't care. I would stay like this forever if I could.

When she lifts her head, I smile up at her and brush the sweaty red hair off her forehead.

"Hi."

"Hi." She smiles sleepily.

"That was amazing."

"Beyond amazing." She sighs. We look around and laugh, seeing that the car is now fogged up.

A knock at the window has us both freezing, eyes widening. "Police. I'm giving you two minutes to get decent, then I need you to step out of the car."

"Oh fuck," Rylee whisper-hisses.

"Any chance your boyfriends have bail money?" I groan.

And then Rylee bursts into laughter.

"Fuck it. It was totally worth it."

Bad timing, but I grin back.

"It totally was."