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I stood up, realizing I’d grown as hard as ever, tenting my jeans. I couldn’t hide it now. Levi remained stoic, like nothing could snatch control from him. He peered down at my hard-on and smiled like he’d claimed ownership of my dick. The only thing missing was him licking his lips.

“I can’t do this,” I said. “I already told you I wouldn’t sleep with you again.”

“And it’s my job to change your mind.”

Or your mission in life,I thought.

Again, none of this came as a shock. I understood that this game would continue for as long as we lived under the same roof.

“Don’t bother,” I said. “You’re never going to change my mind.”

Levi grinned again as he reached for my hard-on.

I stomped out of the room. He didn’t chase me. Even still, I kept moving until I reached my bedroom. He could try to change my mind all he wanted, but I’d keep putting up walls between us.

But as my balls ached and I longed for relief, I wondered: could I keep this up forever?

16

LEVI

Some people play hard to get. Fine by me. Quinn Standish could play hard for get for a living, but he had limits like anyone else. Sooner or later, I’d break through. Besides, I knew how he operated. I’d had him once already and, though I hadn’t repeated that triumph, I knew I could knock down his walls of resistance eventually. I only needed to stay the course.

When I stopped him in the upstairs hall, I flashed a smile, broadcasting my interest. I reminded him that my bedroom door was always open and that he could drop in any time.

I would always be ready for him.

“Okay, hold on,” Quinn said. “This is getting ridiculous.”

“What is?”

“You, that’s what.”

I smiled again. You’ve got to do that when the Quinns of the world try to claim the upper hand. If you don’t take their resistance seriously, you can stay in the driver’s seat no matter what.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“You know what I mean. Everything that’s happened since we moved into this house. I thought you might’ve given up afterwe had sex that first time—thatoneand only time—because it satisfied your little conquest. But it didn’t. It’s like getting it once made you hungrier, and now you’ll never be satisfied.”

“Don’t you know you can never have too much of a good thing?”

I hooked an arm around Quinn, my hand cupping and squeezing his backside. He enjoyed that. Sure, he would’ve denied it to himself, but he couldn’t resist once I made contact.

“It’s not about it being a good thing,” he said.

“But you liked it, didn’t you? You wanted it, right?”

He wouldn’t answer. Instead, he maintained his strong front like he actually stood a chance against me.

“I’ve noticed the way you look at me,” I said. “And it’s not new, either. You’ve always wanted me. I can tell. I’ve always been the object of your desire, and I’m giving you what you’ve always wanted. So what’s the problem?”

“Levi, you think everybody wants you. That’s how you Neanderthals work. You think everyone wants a slice.”

I laughed a little because I could react no other way. Neanderthal? That was good. I ranked right up there with knuckle-draggers and troglodytes…but I wouldn’t give my stepbrother-to-be any ideas for what to call me next.

“You know what I’m annoyed about, don’t you?” he asked. “You know, the fact that you bullied the shit out of me for years. You made my life miserable. And now you want to jump my bones every night like it’s your God-given right. It just doesn’t make sense.”

“It makes all the sense in the world, dude.”