Content warning: this book contains adult situations, explicit sex scenes and strong language. This book is intended for mature audiences only.
Copyright 2013 Alexia Stark
Clint
Alexia Stark
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any informational storage retrieval system without prior written permission of the publisher except in the brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
Clint
Melanie paused, her gaze turning furious at him over the table as he handed her the rolls. He took them, downing a deep drink of his beer while continuing his story to his father. Fourth of July was always a great time for talking to his father about his latest conquests.
“So she turned to her friend, lifts a fist, then the other and puts them side by side. Then she says ‘And imagine two halves of a cantaloupe, a blind fold, and a goat.’ I almost died laughing.” He laughed, enjoying how his father’s laugh rang out and his step mother choked on her gulp of wine.
“Why did you have a goat there?” Mellie’s hands were clasped under her rounded chin. She regarded him with overlarge, fraudulently innocent green eyes.
“There was no goat… never mind.” He narrowed his eyes at her, annoyed she didn’t get the point.
“So… what you’re saying is that you like really stupid girls?” She popped a bite of potato salad in her mouth, watching him from under lowered lashes. His father let out a soft cough, thumping his beer on the table. Clint ignored the warning and faced off with Mellie.
“There are some things you’ll never understand, little sister.” He used his biggest older brother tone, though she was only his step sister, she knew what buttons to push. She was more manipulative than he, but he couldn’t resist battling with her.
“Oh? I could never understand how you blindfolded, violated, and confused a pretty blond?” her innocent blink and expression and the way the words rolled off her tongue spoke of danger, but he couldn’t stop.
“She was game. And if she wasn’t smart enough to get it, she deserved it.” As soon as the words cleared his lips, he regretted them. “That came out wrong, I meant—“
“Yeah, we know what you meant.” Mellie took another bite, then took a drink of her wine. “You’re the kind of guy mom and dad both warned me against. I bet they’re really proud of you.”
“Just because you can’t keep a guy happy doesn’t mean you need to hate on girls that can.” Despite the vile words spewing from him, he watched the words hit home with a sense of accomplishment.
“Yeah, ‘cause I bet you called her right back the next day.” Mellie rolled her eyes, belying her age.
So he mocked her. With an exaggerated motion, he rolled his eyes. “Yuh, and she and I totally don’t have a date Friday.”
She didn’t miss a beat. “That you’ll totally blow off do some other skank you pick up in a bar. Suit up! No one will guess you’re gay.”
Containing his fury, he opened his mouth as her mother lifted a hand. “It’s a holiday. Clint can enjoy his skanks if he wants and you can continue being single if you want, Mellie. But keep it civil at the table.”
He turned to her mother. “She pretends she wouldn’t jump at the chance to see what all the fuss is about.” He arched a brow at her, smiling inside at her fury-filled expression. A second later, it hit him.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you Mellie?” he asked, shoving a bite of steak in his mouth. The sharp taste of A1 and grilled meat filled his mouth, and he grinned at her shocked face.
“No.” Her brows crashed together, her features taking on a petulant look.
“Liar. No guy’s plowed that fertile—“ Her foot crashed into his knees under the table and he yelped, “Ouch!”
He glanced at his father, who lifted a shoulder, while her
Copyright 2013 Alexia Stark
Clint
Alexia Stark
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any informational storage retrieval system without prior written permission of the publisher except in the brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
Clint
Melanie paused, her gaze turning furious at him over the table as he handed her the rolls. He took them, downing a deep drink of his beer while continuing his story to his father. Fourth of July was always a great time for talking to his father about his latest conquests.
“So she turned to her friend, lifts a fist, then the other and puts them side by side. Then she says ‘And imagine two halves of a cantaloupe, a blind fold, and a goat.’ I almost died laughing.” He laughed, enjoying how his father’s laugh rang out and his step mother choked on her gulp of wine.
“Why did you have a goat there?” Mellie’s hands were clasped under her rounded chin. She regarded him with overlarge, fraudulently innocent green eyes.
“There was no goat… never mind.” He narrowed his eyes at her, annoyed she didn’t get the point.
“So… what you’re saying is that you like really stupid girls?” She popped a bite of potato salad in her mouth, watching him from under lowered lashes. His father let out a soft cough, thumping his beer on the table. Clint ignored the warning and faced off with Mellie.
“There are some things you’ll never understand, little sister.” He used his biggest older brother tone, though she was only his step sister, she knew what buttons to push. She was more manipulative than he, but he couldn’t resist battling with her.
“Oh? I could never understand how you blindfolded, violated, and confused a pretty blond?” her innocent blink and expression and the way the words rolled off her tongue spoke of danger, but he couldn’t stop.
“She was game. And if she wasn’t smart enough to get it, she deserved it.” As soon as the words cleared his lips, he regretted them. “That came out wrong, I meant—“
“Yeah, we know what you meant.” Mellie took another bite, then took a drink of her wine. “You’re the kind of guy mom and dad both warned me against. I bet they’re really proud of you.”
“Just because you can’t keep a guy happy doesn’t mean you need to hate on girls that can.” Despite the vile words spewing from him, he watched the words hit home with a sense of accomplishment.
“Yeah, ‘cause I bet you called her right back the next day.” Mellie rolled her eyes, belying her age.
So he mocked her. With an exaggerated motion, he rolled his eyes. “Yuh, and she and I totally don’t have a date Friday.”
She didn’t miss a beat. “That you’ll totally blow off do some other skank you pick up in a bar. Suit up! No one will guess you’re gay.”
Containing his fury, he opened his mouth as her mother lifted a hand. “It’s a holiday. Clint can enjoy his skanks if he wants and you can continue being single if you want, Mellie. But keep it civil at the table.”
He turned to her mother. “She pretends she wouldn’t jump at the chance to see what all the fuss is about.” He arched a brow at her, smiling inside at her fury-filled expression. A second later, it hit him.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you Mellie?” he asked, shoving a bite of steak in his mouth. The sharp taste of A1 and grilled meat filled his mouth, and he grinned at her shocked face.
“No.” Her brows crashed together, her features taking on a petulant look.
“Liar. No guy’s plowed that fertile—“ Her foot crashed into his knees under the table and he yelped, “Ouch!”
He glanced at his father, who lifted a shoulder, while her
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