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  Damn him. Every single time he walks into a room its like I can’t breathe. Like someone’s punching the air right out of me. Just because he's handsome, he thinks he can get away with whatever the hell he likes.

  But not with me.

  Because I’d rather die than give Colt Grayson the satisfaction of knowing he’s got underneath my skin.

  I hate him so much ...

  Almost as much as I want him ...

  Copyright © 2016 Carolyn Cruise

  Cover Images © 2016 fxquadro – Depositphotos.com

  All rights reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real events, people or places is entirely coincidental.

  This book was originally published under the title Hung.

  NOTE: All characters in this book are 18+ years of age, non-blood related, and all sexual acts are consensual.

  DEDICATION

  For Suzie,

  just like we always dreamt, right? ;)

  xx

  Part One

  Part Two

  Part Three

  Epilogue

  I fucking hate him. He’s such an arrogant prick.

  That’s what I’m thinking as I stand at the foot of the wide staircase in this mansion I guess I now call ‘home’, looking up in the direction of my stepbrother’s bedroom.

  My stepbrother is called Colt. Colt Grayson. Even his name is stupid.

  Who the fuck is called Colt, and why do we have to spend the rest of our lives in the same family?

  And that’s exactly what was going through my head, that morning my mom first told me she was gonna marry Alexander Grayson, CEO of Grayson Finance.

  I guess I’d had an okay life growing up, but there were a few bumps in the road. First of all, my dad had took off when I was little, so that meant Mom had to work all hours of the day and night just to support us both, taking on any job she could find. Often waitressing in three different joints at once, going from dive bar to fancy restaurant. And it was in one such fancy restaurant that she lucked out and met Alexander: he was entertaining business clients at some expensive dinner, and I guess Mom and he must have hit it off. I mean, talk about a whirlwind romance! They were married that very same summer, and before I knew it we’d moved from our cramped little duplex in a totally shitty neighborhood into this gigantic freaking mansion.

  Rags to riches fairytale? Poor girl from the wrong side of the tracks ends up living in a mansion? Everything a girl dreams of, right?

  Wrong.

  I’m not saying I wasn’t grateful for everything Alexander’s money gave me; music lesson, extra tutoring, fancy holidays, expensive computers ... It’s just that Alexander came along with a catch. And that catch was his son, Colt.

  Colt Grayson.

  Tall, blonde, with this infuriating glint in his eye and – I hate to even say it, but I’d be lying if I left it out – he had the best god-damn body I’ve ever seen on a guy before, outside of TV.

  And how do I even know what his bod looks like, you ask? Because he’s always strutting around the house with his shirt off, almost as if he’s doing it on purpose, challenging me to look at him – at that toned, tanned muscular body, which is already as big and defined as any fully-grown man’s, even though he’s only just turned eighteen ...

  I’d only met him a couple of times before we all started living together and playing ‘happy families’, and each time it was like he was on his best behavior – well, at least when my mom and his dad were around. He’d been perfectly polite at the wedding too. Gave this cute little speech about how excited he was to welcome Mom and me into his family. But then, once we’d moved in, well, that’s a whole other story.

  Talk about arrogant!

  This guy is the absolute dictionary definition of the word. And just because he’s handsome (did I mention that already???) well, he just seems to walk around like he owns the goddamn place. Which I guess he does, kind of. He’s Alexander’s only son, and all of this will be his, one day. On top of that, he’s always giving me these dismissive little looks, too, like I’m just some pesky teenage nuisance, even though I'm exactly the same damn age as him. And it's not just looks either. When we’re around our folks it’s all sneaky comments about how I’ll need to study twice as hard to keep up with him. But when we’re alone, he’ll be even crueler; making some comment about how he doesn’t want to hang out with a kid, watching Dora the Explorer, then walk off. And the worst thing is, he gets me so angry I can’t even think of anything to say back to him! I always just stand there, exactly like the dumb kid he thinks I am ...

  So anyway, where were we?

  Well, here I am, standing at the foot of the stairs, my heart pounding, wondering if I’m really about to do what I’ve been planning ...

  I’m home early from school, you see, and for once I think I’m actually totally alone in the house. Normally Mom is already home, not to mention the housekeeper Maria, but today is Maria’s day off and Mom’s left me a note in the kitchen, letting me know that she’ll be out at the gym.

  And normally Colt is home by now, too, either watching TV in the lounge, with his stupid size 13 feet up on the coffee table, sprawled out inconsiderately right in the very middle of the huge leather sofa, not leaving room for anyone else to sit down, or caring that they might want to watch something else other than football, or else he’ll be up in his room listening to ear-splittingly loud music.

  But no, today, it seems like he’s out somewhere as well, maybe at track practice (he’s the star of the team, of course) or hanging out with his friends, the huge crowd of ‘popular’ kids, and you guessed it, they all look up to him like he’s some kind of god, too.

  So I stand here at the foot of the stairs, hearing how empty the huge house sounds – echoing all around me, as I think again about stupid arrogant Colt Grayson and his annoying entitled attitude and the way he never seems to put a foot wrong – ever – even winning my mom over to him so freaking easily and quickly. I can already tell she’s wondering why her daughter can’t be so popular and smart like him. Well, it just gets me angrier and angrier with each passing second.

  Because, deep down, I just know that he’s trouble. I can sense it. He’s a fraud and there’s got to be something he’s hiding behind that squeaky clean exterior. Maybe I can’t be everyone’s favorite daughter. But I can expose Colt for what he is. So I take a deep breath, and tell myself now’s the moment. I’m going to find out once and for all just what it is that Colt Grayson’s hiding ...

  I just need to work up the courage to go snoop in his room. So, before I can change my mind, I quickly stride up the stairs, in the direction of his bedroom. I’ve got maybe thirty minutes max before Mom gets back from the gym, and I need to have my evidence firmly in the bag by then. Maybe I’ll find some pot, or coke even, or maybe a stash of weird icky porno mags or something like that. Just anything at all to get him into trouble.

  I know, I know.

  It’s not exactly the most grown up or the nicest thing to do to your brand new stepbrother, but come on – give me a break! I just totally hate him, okay, and I need Mom to realize that he isn’t quite the golden boy that everyone seems to think he is around here.

  So anyway, I reach the top of the stairs and head down the corridor until I’m right there, standing right outside the door to his room.

  Am I really gonna do this? I think, my heart pounding, wondering if I should back out of it after all.

  But instead, I take a final deep breath and then push open the door to his room, stepping inside and looking around for God-knows-what. With shaky hands and shallow breaths, I begin searching around the whole room. But damn it! I just can’t seem to find anything out of the ordinary. It’s just a totally typical messy teenage boy’s bedroom – rumpled sheets on the bed,
huge TV and Xbox in one corner, posters on the walls, dirty socks on the carpet, and of course a gigantic full-length mirror so that he can spend hours checking himself out in it, no doubt.

  In a final last-ditch attempt, I slide open the drawer to his bedside table, hoping to find some stash of illegal study drugs or something. But the only thing I can see that’s at all out of the ordinary is a package of condoms – extra large. For a moment I wonder if this would be worth telling his Dad about. But then I remind myself that Colt is eighteen and if anything, condoms actually make him seem even more sensible, let alone the bad boy troublemaker I’m so desperate to uncover ...

  I’m about to leave the room empty handed, when I remember that there’s one other place left to search: the large walk-in closet on the far wall, where I guess he keeps all those designer clothes he’s always strutting around in.

  I head over to it, nervously pulling open the doors and taking a hopeful peek inside. But again, I’m disappointed. Just rows upon rows of shirts and jackets, and the longest line of box-fresh sneakers and shiny leather dress shoes. No secret stash of pot. No icky stash of porn. Nada.

  And I’m just about to turn and leave his room entirely when all of a sudden I hear something that makes me freeze stock-still in place.

  It’s a voice.

  A girl’s voice, giggling about something – a girl’s voice I even recognize from somewhere.

  What the hell?!

  Then I hear Colt speaking, too – that unmistakably low confident tone of his voice as he says something to her in reply.

  And on top of their voices, I hear footsteps, coming right this way.

  No fucking way. I can’t believe I was so engrossed in looking for some dirt that I didn’t listen out for the door ...

  My heart lurches and my stomach flips three hundred sixty degrees and I just know I have to hide, quick smart. I mean, I’d rather die than have him catch me in here, snooping about in his room like this. So I do the only thing I can think of. You guessed it. Total freaking cliché that it is, I actually hide in the closet, pushing myself in amongst the shirts and pulling the doors closed and holding my breath, just before Colt and this girl whose voice I know I recognize from somewhere, come waltzing into his room, both laughing about something.

  I freeze, rooted to the spot, my heart hammering, just praying to God that they don’t discover me in here. I mean, how the hell am I gonna explain this? He’s nearly two feet taller than me. I can hardly say I was looking for a shirt to borrow, can I?

  “So, Colt,” the girl says in playful, teasing tone, “now that we’re finally alone, I wanna see it. C’mon, please?”

  And when I hear her voice again, closer now, this time I know without a doubt who it is – it’s Kelly Rogers, the pretty blonde girl in my English class. I guess I kinda knew she hung out with Colt and his friends sometimes. After all, she is one of the cheerleaders. Of course he'd be into her. But much more importantly, what she could possibly be talking about?

  Does Colt actually have something secret stashed in his room after all?

  I hold my breath, listening, and wishing there was a spyhole or some other way of peeking out of the closet just to satisfy my curiosity and find out exactly what it is that Kelly wants to see so damn badly.

  “Oh you wanna see it, do you?” Colt replies playfully, in that exact same arrogant tone he always speaks to me in. “Tell me, Kelly. Just how badly do you wanna see it?”

  At this, Kelly giggles shyly. “Please, Colt,” she whispers. “Like really badly, okay? Don’t make me any more embarrassed than I already am. I’ve heard so much about it. I’ve just gotta see it for myself ...”

  “Well, in that case ...” he replies, as if he’s doing her some kind of huge favor.

  And then I hear an unmistakable sound – the sound of his zipper – and all of a sudden I know just what it is that Kelly wants to see so desperately.

  Even so, I still can’t quite believe it.

  Holy shit, I think. Is Colt actually showing Kelly Rogers his dick?!

  I feel my heart begin to pound even harder in my chest and my face flushes with heat, as the sound of that zipper seems to go on for ever, before all of a sudden I hear Kelly gasp, as if she can’t believe her eyes:

  “Oh ... my ... god.”

  I always love that moment, when a girl sees my cock for the first time. The way their eyes widen and their mouth opens. The way they look up at me, their pupils dilated and black with lust, unable to quite believe their eyes. I guess at first, I didn’t even know I was special. I thought all boys had cocks as big as mine. But the way girls react? The way they lick their lips involuntarily? Well, pretty soon, I just knew I was packing something rather special. Sometimes, they’ll ask to play with it, like it’s some toy they’ve been wishing for all Christmas. Other times they won’t even say a word; they’ll just reach out and start stroking it, then licking it, then trying to fit their lips around it, almost as if its some magical object, hypnotizing them, forcing them to let go of their inhibitions, the more turned on they get ...

  But Kelly? Kelly’s definitely a talker.

  “Oh ... my ... god,” she says, sitting there on the edge of my bed, her eyes wide with surprise, my cock just inches from her face.

  I smile down at her, knowing that it isn’t even fully hard yet and she’s already getting wet just looking at it.

  “Like what you see, baby?” I say, recognizing that familiar tightness of lust at the edges of my voice as I speak. I can feel the blood pumping to my dick now, my cock growing harder and harder with each fresh beat of my heart, as I’m still trying do decide whether or not I want to come in Kelly’s pretty little mouth or perhaps in her no-doubt-tight pussy.

  “It’s like totally huge,” she says, her voice shaking a little, her pink tongue gently brushing her bottom lip as she obviously imagines taking it in her mouth. “Can I ... Can I touch it?”

  My smile gets wider as I stare down at her, her pretty blue eyes so big and pleading. Then I nod, slowly and deliberately.

  She licks her lips again, leaning forward, her eager fingers reaching out, unable to even curl all the way around my girth. And as she begins to stroke me, I start to imagine how wet her pussy must be getting right now. She’s obviously so fucking turned on. Her nipples are poking out clear as day from beneath her tight white t-shirt and there’s a definite pink blush rising to her cheeks and creeping up her neck, too, as she strokes my cock, feeling me grow even harder and thicker in her grip, her tiny fingers sliding up and down my hot hard pulsing shaft.

  With a little breathy gasp, she finally gives in to the urge that’s obviously been there all along, leaning forward and opening her mouth wide as it’ll go in an attempt to take me between her lips. I feel her tongue timidly swirling around the head of my cock, as she strokes my shaft, trying to ease even more of me inside her already-crammed-full mouth.

  And damn. As she’s sucking on me, she’s making these hot little moans and groans at the back of her throat that are totally turning me on – even more so from the fact that they’re muffled by my dick.

  I reach down and cup her tit roughly through her t-shirt, feeing the hardness of her nipple even through the fabric of her bra. I roll it between my fingertips as she sucks on my cock with an even greater eagerness now, and I just know that if I were to pull myself out of her mouth, throw her back on the bed and tear off her cute little cut offs and panties in one smooth motion, I’d find her pussy totally fucking drenched.

  But while part of me wants to do exactly that, another part is just enjoying letting this cute little slut do all the work – enjoying just how turned on she's getting for my meat. She’s sucking on me so fucking desperately now, loud and sloppy, like she’s super eager for my cum, and hey, who am I to deny a girl what she obviously craves?

  Already I can feel myself getting close, my balls swelling and tightening, my cock growing even harder than it is already, but I need one more little thing to push me over the edge.r />
  “Touch yourself,” I growl, staring down at her with a new intensity, my eyes blazing. “I want you to play with your tight little cunt as you suck me. I want you to come with my cock in your mouth ...”

  Kelly whimpers and nods, totally giving in to me, her whole body trembling, her mouth still crammed full of my rock hard dick. With eager fingers, she begins fumbling open the buttons of her denim cut offs, her legs wide apart, while I move my hands into her hair, letting my fingers wind her thick blonde locks into one strong tight knot, holding her head firmly in place as I begin to pump my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her wet, warm, willing mouth, fucking her face, harder and harder, until her chin is wet with slobber, as she shudders, her own fingers finally finding her pussy, and toying with her clit in ever more frantic circles.

  I gaze down at her, sat on the edge of my bed, her legs spread wide apart, her fingers rummaging in her soaking wet panties, working her pussy with both hands now, as I continue to fuck her mouth without mercy.

  “Are you close, slut?” I growl. “Because I’m not going to stop until you come ...”

  At this she moans again, another shiver flashing through her, nodding as much as she’s able, as I continue to pump her mouth with my cock. Then I let one hand slip from her hair, reaching down and roughly tugging her shirt up to finally expose her breasts, still covered by her plain white bra. I scoop the left one free, my fingers once again toying with her rock hard little nipple, and she groans again, shuddering, her eyes closing tight and her body shaking as her orgasm finally flashes through her.

  For a moment, I think she’s so lost in her own pleasure she’s going to stop sucking my cock altogether, but like a good girl she manages to keep her lips clamped tight around my cock head, even as she comes.

  With a final growl, I let myself tip over the edge too, that familiar flash of fire flooding my body, all my muscles tensing and clenching as I unload myself hard and deep into her mouth, my hot cum flooding her tongue and pumping deep into her throat.