My name’s Alex, and I’ve just turned 19. College freshman, living back at home to save on dorm costs. Sounds normal, right? Except nothing’s been normal since Mom married Derek two years ago.
Derek—my stepdad—is this towering, ripped beast of a man. Mid-40s, ex-military, with salt-and-pepper hair, a jawline that could cut glass, and arms like f*****g tree trunks from all those gym sessions. He runs his own construction company, so he’s always coming home sweaty, shirt clinging to his broad chest, those jeans hugging his thick thighs… and that bulge. f**k, that bulge. I’ve caught myself staring way too many times, my c**k twitching in my pants like it’s got a mind of its own.
At first, I hated him. Thought he was just some asshole trying to play dad to me when I didn’t need one. But over
