My step brother's third leg

Leslie’s POV I don’t remember much of what happened last night. After finding out that the stranger I wanted to kiss and potentially sleep with was Wade, my new step brother, I seriously needed to get air. I lied to Brandon and Mom that I was having fun and I would just be with a few of my friends. I didn’t want to hang around Wade. We stole a bottle of wine and some strong alcohol and found a private room out back. I couldn't remember how many shots I had but sometime after, Wade was in front of me. I was thinking about him and he was right there. My friend, Ilyssa, giggled when she saw him. “Who’s the hot dude?” She asked, leaning towards me to whisper. She wasn't whispering at all. She was drunk and loud. My other best friend Tamara was also drunk, passed out with her head on a pair of curtains we'd found. I didn't really care. My eyes were on the god-like six figure man still standing in front of me. Wade Rivers.  It had only been a few hours but he looked even better. His chestnut brown hair was slightly more ruffled like he'd run his fingers through them a few times and he'd unbuttoned the first few buttons of his fitted black shirt. I could hear my pulse hammering in my head. His eyes lingered on me for another moment before he looked at Ilyssa, acknowledging her. “Wade,” he said, holding out his hand. She took it, clumsily. “I’m here for Leslie. It's time to head back.” It was the first time he was saying my name. It felt like it belonged on his lips. I wanted him to say it again. “I'm fine,” I said, snapping out of it and grabbing the bottle. Wade was quicker. He snatched it from me. “Hey, give it back!” “You've had enough. And you're coming with me.” I watched him silently and nodded. I tried to stand to my feet. I stumbled, almost face planting the ground but firm hands wrapped around my waist pulling me into a hard but warm body. “Easy…” he said. I smelt the alcohol in his breath. It was mild because he didn't drink much. But that wasn't what sent warmth down my stomach and between my legs. Up close with his voice in my ear, he was by far the sexiest man I've ever heard. His voice was silky smooth. My kryptonite. His body was still pressed against me and I could feel every muscle, every arch on his body. He watched me with those eyes, a look in his eyes that I couldn't interpret. I looked away, clearing my throat. “You can let me go now.” I said. The corner of his lips tugged up slightly. “Of course, sorry,” he didn't sound sorry at all. He took a step back and I immediately regretted telling him to, losing that delicious warmth. “Where's Mom and Brandon?” I finally asked, already staggering my way out of my hiding spot. My friends would be fine. Ilyssa had a standby driver and Tamara's boyfriend, Matt, would come pick her up. Wade grabbed my shoulders, supporting me. “They're gone.” He said. “What?!” I asked, spinning to look at him so quickly that I felt like I was going to throw up. I pushed the feeling down. “They're gone.” He repeated carefully. “Off to their newly wed suite at some fancy hotel.” There was something in his tone.  Did he not support their marriage? “Sarah said they'll be back in the morning.” That was my mom. “Ew.” I commented, shuddering as I thought about what they were going to be doing in a bedroom alone, together. “Disgusting. Aren't they too old for that?” “I'd rather not talk about it.” Wade said. He began to lead me away, giving friendly nods to the remaining guests still partying away. “I’m supposed to take you home. Although I’d rather not.” I was too hurt by that last part and too drunk to argue. Was I already such a burden? Still, I followed him out where a taxi was parked. “I’ll be fine. I don’t want to be a burden. You can go have fun.” I said, when I was already in the backseat. Wade smiled, “There’s no one as fascinating as you are in there. And there’s no way I’m leaving you with a complete stranger.” I didn't want to remind him that he was a stranger to me too. He slammed the door shut and got in on the other side. I sat quietly, stunned by what he'd said. I tried to remind myself that he was just acting as an older sibling. Protective… and incredibly attractive. What the f*ck was wrong with me? I also didn't remember much of anything else after that. I woke up in my bed, still in my bridesmaid’s dress. But my shoes were gone, including my earring and necklace. My make-up had even been wiped off. Was that Wade's doing? I decided that maybe I'd done that before going to sleep. Still hungover, I opened my eyes and groaned. My head was banging. Suddenly, I felt the bile rise in my throat. I shot out of bed, running out of my room and right into the bathroom I shared with my mother. We lived in a two bedroom apartment. It was big enough and comfortable, but the downside was that we had to share one bathroom. It wasn't that bad though. It just meant I could be brushing my teeth while my mom was taking a shit. I flung the door open, running to the toilet and heaving whatever was in my belly. Aware of my surroundings, I heard the sound of the shower around me. I was the only one at home. “What the hell?” I started, ready to fight or call 911, or do both. I turned to the shower stall and froze. There he was. All six feet of rippled muscle. Black tattoos covered half of his torso. My eyes trailed down his chest to the outline of the abs and then down below to that line below his waist forming a V and then his— “Hey!” Wade said. He wiped the soap covering his eyes as he noticed me. My eyes shot back up to his face. Wade grabbed the towel and covered himself up just as I screamed and ran out of the bathroom. I slammed the door shut behind me, my cheeks crimson. “Sorry!” I ran back to my bedroom, going to hide under the sheets. I'd told my Mom countless times that we needed shower curtains. Actual ones that weren't transparent and flimsy. Why was he even still here? Showering in my house? None of that really mattered though. Because, I just saw my step brother's third leg. And it was huge.