Cannon (A Step Brother Romance #3)

"Of course we are."

"We can't be a train wreck, Addy," I say. "There is no us. There never has been. There's no collision. No wreckage. Nothing."

"Because you don't want it," she says, facing me. Her hands are on her hips, and I want to pick her up and slam her against the wall behind her, thrust my cock inside her, and take her. I want to own her. It's the biggest caveman-sounding bullshit ever, but it's what I've wanted from the first second I laid eyes on her as she walked down the stairs in her big-ass McMansion. Even when I couldn't stand her, I wanted her.

"What don't I want, sweet-cheeks?"

"You know," she says.

"Spell it out for me," I say. I lean against the wall, my hands above her head, intentionally not touching her, because if I lay a hand on her, it's all over. She'll own me. So I force my hands against the wall, not moving, and just look at her. I drink in her scent, and I stand there, paralyzed. "Because I think you were the one who said no. But if you do..."

"I don't," she says. Her mouth opens and closes, like she wants to say something else, but doesn't. She breathes in deeply, and I look at the tops of her breasts in her shirt and want to bury my face in those tits. Then she clears her throat. "I don't." More firmly this time.

"Good," I say. "Then we're agreed. Neither of us want anything."

"We're agreed."

"Good," I say. "Because it's time for dinner with the family and neither of us will be wanting anything inappropriate at a family dinner."

"Crap."





FIVE YEARS, FIVE MONTHS AGO



"But it's not fair." Addy drops her fork, and it falls against her plate with a clatter. "You said that if I finished the tour this year, I could spend senior year at a normal high school, with regular kids."

I cut my steak and stare at my plate, uncertain whether to remain silent or if Addison would get mad at me for defending her. Or whether I should just go get stoned with my friends. The last option sounds a hell of a lot better than my current situation.

"You cannot be that na?ve, Addison," her mother says, looking at her with contempt. Addy's mother Wendy – forever known to me as the Wicked Bitch -- doesn't bother to look at me at all. It's apparently beneath her. It's beyond me how someone so damn white trash can see anyone as being beneath her, but she somehow manages to convey her contempt for pretty much everyone on a regular basis. Some people at least make a pretense of being tolerant and kind, and you only find out later that they're assholes. But not the Wicked Bitch. She was terrible from the very beginning, so I guess it's right that she ended up with my father. "I find it hard to believe you're that stupid."

"Yeah, I guess it was na?ve to think that I could be happy," Addy says.

"Addison," the Colonel interrupts. It's about time, I think. My father isn't the best parent, to put it mildly, but at least he has moments of non-assholery. "One thing that you'll learn in life is personal happiness is overrated."

"That's it?" I ask, not bothering to stifle my bitter laugh. "Happiness is overrated? That's your best advice? For Christ's sake, she's asking to go to public school, not talking about running off to live in a commune. It's not really that big of a deal."

"Stay out of this, Hendrix," the Colonel warns.

"Or what?" I ask. "You'll ship me off to military school again? Been there, done that, sir. News flash – the military academy doesn't want me back. So you're shit out of luck. You're stuck here with me."

"And clearly, you learned nothing from the experience," he says. He gives me a hard look. "As much as I prefer the Army, at least the Marines will instill some discipline in you."

I suck in a deep breath and glance at Addy. Please don't let her realize what he just said, I pray silently. I haven't told her. I keep meaning to tell her, but then I don't. It never seems like the right time to give someone that kind of news. She'll hate me.

Or maybe she won't give a shit, I think. Because she doesn't care and it's all in my head. That's my real fear.

Addy turns her head slowly to look at me. "The Marines," she says flatly. "What is he talking about?"

"Oh, your stepbrother is joining the Marines," Addy's mother says, dismissing me with a wave of her hand. "I thought you already knew. And anyway, I thought you might have another fit about public school. That's why I found you a private option. It's not a tutor, before you get all upset. It's an actual private option for children who have a lifestyle like ours."

I hear Addy's mother speaking, but her words don't sink into my brain. My head is swimming, and I'm just looking at Addy, who shakes her head slowly at me. "Addy," I start, as she stands up and throws her napkin down on her barely-touched steak. "I meant to tell – "

"Fuck you, Hendrix," she says, her voice steady and calm but I can see her eyes brimming with tears. "Fuck all of you."