Page 13 of Puck My Stepbrother (Pucked and Possessed #2)

QUINN

Y ou know that line in A Tale of Two Cities : it was the best of times, it was the worst of times?

Well, I felt that way after my encounter with Levi.

I couldn’t deny that it’d felt amazing, even better than I’d dreamed.

Levi’s cock in my ass had hurt for only a moment before the pain melted into pure pleasure.

Levi had overpowered me as only he could, leaving me helpless.

He’d stayed in total control throughout, seeming to love every moment exploring my body. Hadn’t I always wanted that from him?

In that sense, I loved what had happened. I reflected on it with continued desire, replaying details of the experience time and again.

On the other hand, I hated what had happened.

I’d spent weeks trying to resist him, which had all amounted to nothing.

At the end of the day, I’d always be putty in his hands.

But even that didn’t rank as the worst part of all this.

Levi had taken something from me that I could never get back.

I’d truly meant for Jeff to have the privilege of taking my virginity, even if he might’ve been taking the same journey with me.

Oh sure, I could lie and say I’d never been touched before.

I could tell him that he was my first, and he wouldn’t know the difference.

Problem was, I would know the difference.

If and when we finally made love, I would see Levi’s face.

Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic. Like it or not, I would unconsciously (or consciously) compare Jeff to Levi.

And that would include everything from Levi’s powerful hands controlling me to my stepbrother-to-be’s enormous cock pounding my ass.

More than anything, I’d remember Levi’s aura, his air of confidence and control.

In a way, I hated Levi Dunn for doing this.

I’ve said before that I wouldn’t survive life under the same roof with Levi, and I meant it.

Sex once would lead to sex twice…and sex three, four, five, and six times.

You get the picture. I didn’t get the sense that my old buddy saw our tryst as a one-off.

Now that he’d enjoyed my ass once, he’d assume that he could help himself to me any time he wanted.

That was Levi Dunn for you.

So I avoided him the next morning. Look, I know how chickenshit that sounds, but I had no other options. Even though I’d slept like shit, I woke up earlier than usual so we wouldn’t cross paths at breakfast. In fact, I darted out of the house early, so I wouldn’t have to see him at all.

And it wasn’t to avoid any dumb comments, either. You know the kind: was it as good for you as it was for me? Or something stupider, like along the lines of asking whether my ass was too sore to sit for a week.

The less I saw of Levi Dunn, the better.

School treated me roughly, but I blamed that on fatigue plus the myriad of wild thoughts swirling through my mind.

The worst was when I saw Jeff. No, I didn’t see my old bully’s face when we were speaking, but I couldn’t carry on a normal conversation with him, either.

My mind constantly drifted back to Levi and the night of passion he’d given me.

I arrived home ahead of Levi, who normally returned around six or six thirty, depending on hockey practice. I planned to eat dinner and then lock myself in my bedroom for the rest of the night. That would be the only way to avoid my stepbrother-to-be.

But what would I do tomorrow and the next day? What about next week, next month?

My stepmother-to-be was working that night, leaving just my dad and me at the dinner table. No Levi, thank God for small favors. Dad sat across from me, twirling spaghetti noodles around a fork, but stopped halfway in lifting it to his mouth.

“Something’s wrong,” he said.

“No, it’s not.”

“Quinn, I’m your father. Don’t I know you better than anyone? Something’s definitely wrong. I can tell.”

I said nothing, just ate another forkful of spaghetti.

“It’s a boy, isn’t it?” Dad asked.

Oh God, if he only knew. But I couldn’t tell him what boy my problems revolved around. Jeff was heavy on my heart…but Levi had taken up far more space than I was comfortable with. I didn’t have to like that any more than I liked anything else about it.

“You’ve been seeing someone and it’s not working out like you hoped it would?” he asked. “Or maybe you’re getting something going, but you’re loaded with anxiety over whether it’ll go anywhere?”

I wanted to tell him that he was partly right. But that would’ve prompted follow-up questions, digging deeper and deeper, forcing me to admit he was right about more than I wanted to let on.

“Actually,” I said, “it’s Levi.”

Now Dad rested his fork on his bowl. His expression didn’t change, but I knew what he was thinking.

This again? might as well have left his lips.

“What’s the problem?” he asked.

“I’d really rather not talk about it.”

“Come on now, son. It doesn’t work that way. You can’t drag your future stepbrother into the conversation and refuse to say why. It’s against the rules. So what’s the problem? Let’s hear it.”

Right, Quim , Levi’s voice whispered inside my head . Why don’t you tell your dad about how I used your ass and gave you the greatest night of sex you’ll ever have in your entire life?

“He doesn’t respect my space,” I said. “Actually, he doesn’t respect much of anything.”

“We’ve been through this before, Quinn. If you’re having some sort of problem with Levi, you’ve got to tell him directly.”

“I have.”

I realized instantly how sharp my words sounded, like little darts launched at Dad for bothering to say something so stupid. Of course, he hadn’t spent the lion’s share of his public school days as Levi’s whipping boy.

“You wouldn’t understand,” I said.

“Come on, Quinn. Give me a break. Do you have any idea how dramatic you sound?”

“I’m not being dramatic at all, Dad. I’m dead serious. Things have never gotten better with Levi. They’ve only gotten worse.”

“How can you say they’ve gotten worse? You’re adults now, for Christ’s sake.”

“Maybe ‘worse’ is the wrong word. They’re different now. It’s like Levi has given me this whole new wrinkle to deal with on top of the other new stuff.”

I couldn’t have come closer to telling the truth without spilling more tea than I wanted.

Could I really tell Dad about Levi’s advances? I sure as hell couldn’t mention the sex. If I did, I would have to fess up to my own unwanted feelings for him. For all I knew, Levi could defend himself by citing sex or our shower together.

Numerous scenarios cluttered my mind, but none of them seemed good enough to bring up.

“You know that in order to keep harmony in this house, you’ll have to coexist with Levi,” he said.

“So you don’t believe a thing I’m telling you.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth, Quinn.”

“But that’s really what you’re saying. You’re telling me that Levi’s word means more than mine does.”

Now Dad threw his fork onto the bowl, making a clanking sound. I’d struck a nerve, which had never happened prior to his decision to remarry, so I didn’t know how to react.

“Look, Quinn, we’re not getting anywhere with this. We’ve been through all this before. We’ve got a wedding coming up soon, and I can’t afford to have the two of you at war.”

“War? Now who’s being dramatic?”

“Don’t get fresh with me, son. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“If you don’t want me to speak my mind, why did you even bring it up?”

“Because you looked troubled. Forgive me for wanting to be your father. I thought I could help you by?—”

He stopped himself there, seeming to find any attempt at helping me pointless.

In truth, I’d surprised myself in this conversation.

I’d never talked back to my father in any way, shape, or form in the past. I’d never needed to.

Before, it’d been Dad and me against the world, and I knew I had him in my corner.

All that had changed the moment he’d decided to remarry and move us in with my old bully.

“I think you know exactly what I’m getting at, Quinn,” he said. “You think you know everything, anyway.”

“Okay, I think I’ve had about enough of this.”

I rose from the table, abandoning my dinner. No way would I sit there and listen to another minute of this.

“You know you’re only proving my point by doing this, don’t you?” he asked.

I didn’t answer him. As far as I was concerned, his question didn’t deserve the dignity of a response.

I headed straight up to my room, where I knew I could avoid Levi when he returned home.

Not long after, I heard the front door slam shut, followed by the unmistakable thumping sounds of Levi marching up the stairs.

The thumping stopped in front of my room, and I understood that he was eavesdropping or making his presence known.

He tapped his fingers on the door, but I didn’t answer.

Instead, I froze. Not that I’d been up to anything—I just didn’t want him to know I was there. Forget how the light in my room gave me away regardless. I would do anything to keep my old bully at bay for as long as possible.

But even more earnest attempts at avoidance wouldn’t last forever. As much as Dad’s comments hurt me, he’d had a point. I had to find a way to coexist with Levi.

The whole thing reminded me too much of school, when Levi would do whatever he wanted to me and get away with it.

This was no different. Instead of teachers, I had Dad telling me to suck it up.

At least in school, I’d gone home and hadn’t had to worry about Levi until the next school day.

And I had summers off! Now the game had completely changed.

I felt trapped with Levi. How’s that for dramatic?