My Stepdad And His Friends Novels & Stories

MY STEPDAD’S BEST FRIENDS Step father: Mason Step father Best friends: Lawrence, Lan and Max. Step Daughter: Blair BLAIR~~ “He didn't say why?” I questioned my mother as she packed the last of her overflowing cases. “I think to finalise your trip to Paris, he's just looking out for you, sweetheart!” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as she continued to ramble on, “....and make sure you dress,” she eyed my leggings and hoodie up and down with distaste, “appropriately….we've got guests in the meeting room.”

He grabbed her by the arm, dragging her out of the club to a quiet spot outside the building while the other guy looked on helplessly. "What was the meaning of all that?" Scarlett shouted at him when they got there. "Has it gotten to be embarrassing me in public now?" She asked again, still raising her voice. “Who the hell is that guy?” Adrian shouted back, not believing his rage, not even believing his question. Scarlett looked back at him suspiciously. “What do you care about him?” “I mean, I deserve to know; after all, I’m going to be your stepdad," Adrian said, looking more like he was trying to convince himself.

I didn't get on with my mum, and she wasn't speaking to me while I stayed there. Ronnie, my stepdad, was a different matter. He was a few years younger than my mum. My mum worshipped him even though he cheated on her all the time. He was a tattooed thug, but all my friends said how hot he was when he dropped me off at a party. He had flexed his muscles and tried to flirt with one of my close friends. My mum and stepdad had been together since I was six. He got her out of stripping. She said he saved her.

God—five fucking days? With all the kisses, and the touching, the sweet praises whispered into my ears—had none of that meant anything to that bastard?! Maybe he wasn’t as bad as I initially thought, perhaps I had overreacted in the beginning, but I still didn’t want him getting married to my mother! That would make him my new dad, wouldn’t it? Jesus Christ! I kissed my stepfather? Fed on him even?! My vision blurred momentarily, and I realized I had tears nearly running down my face. I ran off, not caring if anybody noticed my reaction to the news.

His voice floats down the hallway from the living room and he's laughing loud, the way he used to laugh with me before everything changed. As I move closer, I can hear he's on speaker phone with other voices. His college friends. The ones who still call him every week to talk about sports and women and all the things men talk about when they think no one is listening. "Bro, I haven't touched Michaela in almost a year." Sean laughs again, but this time it sounds cruel. "I literally can’t get hard for her. I've tried. It's like my dick just dies." The air leaves my lungs. His friends laugh and the sound is sharp like broken glass.

stepdad. I stared at the wall separating our rooms, my breath coming in shallow hitches. I was twenty-one now, back from university for the holidays, but in this house, I was still the "smartest girl in the world" to him. Jordan had married my mom six years ago, stepping into the void my biological father left with a grace that was almost saintly. He was the man who had tied my shoes, the man who drove me to every dance, the man my friends at school whispered about with envious sighs.

It looked like something from a storybook. "Welcome home!" A deep voice called out. A tall man stepped off the porch, and Lily recognized him from the wedding photos. Alpha Kane, soon to be her stepfather, had graying black hair and kind eyes. He looked strong and important, the way alphas were supposed to look. Mom jumped out of the truck and ran into his arms. They kissed, and Lily looked away, her cheeks warming. Luna woke up and pressed her cold nose against Lily's neck. "I know," Lily whispered, scratching behind Luna's ears. "We'll be okay. We have to be."

I answered moderately. Somehow my mind drifted to the ugly incident of Hades' marking and the adulterous night. I tried to pull out of the horrific memories and pick up something positive to say. “What kind of an Alpha was Hunter?” I blurted out, before I could stop myself. I shook my head, what was I doing? Shouldn't I be asking about Hades instead of his stepdad? I tried to convince myself that I needed to know about the past Alpha to be able to understand the present one.

I had known him since Mom married Miles Stewart four years ago and we moved into the neighborhood. Back then he was the cool boy next door who smiled at me like I mattered. Over the years we became friends… and a little more. Because in this friendship, we had kissed so many times, quick, breathless ones in his car or hidden at Wills and words, my stepdad’s bookshop. But every time I tried to push for more or asked what we were, he would pull back with that crooked smile and remind me I was “a lot to handle.” According to him, he couldn’t lift my leg even if he wanted to.

Exactly six weeks since that night. The night I let him cross every line we’d spent years pretending didn’t exist. The night I gave into the feelings I’d carried for him since I was a teenager, the feelings I’d buried beneath guilt, shame and the constant reminder that we were supposed to be a family. Archer Hayes. My stepbrother. The man I’d ached for a decade. The only man I couldn’t stop dreaming about no matter how hard I tried. The same man I let him ruin me on a living room couch.