Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I feel another set of lips moving in from the side, and we open up, allowing Bren to get in on the action. Even with just part of his mouth against my lips, there’s a spark to it—that spark that reminds me of the times we’ve experimented together.
We said no messing around, but in this moment, the only thing I want is to make up for my mistake of not tasting him sooner, so I give Bren my attention as we lock lips. Dax is a great kisser, but something about having Brenner’s mouth on mine, his tongue sliding in, it’s not just a charge, it’s a surge pulsing right through my nerves.
“That’s fucking hot,” Dax says, shaking me out of this blissed state, and as our lips part, Brenner and I gaze into each other’s eyes. I can tell, know this guy well enough to know he liked it too.
And fuck, am I catching my breath?
Dax sports that gorgeous-ass smile. “I think this could be a lot of fun. Why don’t I slip away and let you guys decide how much fun you want to have tonight.”
He drifts to another group near us, leaving me stunned.
Maybe because of his kiss…or the threesome kiss…or Bren’s kiss. Or that, for the first time in my life, I’m seriously considering a three-way.
And I’m wondering if it’s not just an excuse to get back into bed with my future stepbro.
“Well,” Brenner says, “he wasn’t wrong. That was hot.” He studies my expression. “What are you thinking?”
“That you’re an asshole for not kissing me before we made our rule.” I must admit I’m even more pissed now that I know what a good kisser he is.
He smirks, but I’m not amused.
“Guess we went against our rule,” he says.
“I mean, it was a slipup. No big deal, right?” I gulp because I don’t believe that for a second.
“Wasn’t it, though?” He has this glint in his eyes as he says it, and then his gaze shifts to my lips, as if he’s considering going in for another. I’m tempted myself, but he says, “It seems like we have more important things to talk about right now.”
“About messing around with a hot guy together?”
He glares at me. “No, the other thing that came up a few seconds ago.”
He means our kiss.
I smile. “I’m still curious about this stuff, but despite this one fuckup, we shouldn’t mess around.”
He squints. “We can make an exception, right? We’d technically be messing around with him.”
“Seems like cheating.”
“It’s our agreement, so if we decide this doesn’t count as cheating, then it doesn’t.”
I consider his logic. “I’m not sure if you’re making sense or if I just want to try this so much that I don’t care.”
I do know, though. I want Dax, and I want Brenner, and I have no doubt that if I’m ever gonna experiment with something like this, these are the guys to do it with.
Brenner’s lips twist into that adorable-as-fuck Brenner grin that takes the edge off, but there is one thing that worries me. And I know I have to say it to keep anything from building up in me. “With Mila…I’m kind of weird. Like jealous-weird.”
“Jealous? I knew you’d fall for me the moment I showed you how good my blowjobs are.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s not what I meant. I just…don’t even know why I feel it. Maybe because it was so much fun, and I miss it a little.”
I didn’t think his grin could get much bigger, but it does.
“I’m seriously done stroking your ego now, Bren.”
“Clearly not what you want to be stroking.”
“Stop.”
He gets serious. “Just so you know, I’m not Mila’s type.”
“Meaning?”
“Women who are only into other women.”
“Oh,” I say with a chuckle. Guess I hadn’t considered she might be a lesbian, which immediately makes me feel better about her. But it doesn’t change the fact that I was jealous. “You never mentioned that,” I note.
“Didn’t I?” He shrugs. “Guess I haven’t, but not like I used to go around introducing you as my straight bestie back when…”
“We thought I was straight,” I tease.
He snickers. “Exactly. But hey, back to the horny guy who’s got a boner for us right now, it’s fine if you don’t want us to do anything with him. He’s cool, though. And I think it’d be hot.”
“That’s the thing. I think it’d be hot too.”
Fuck, am I blushing over that?
Brenner, of course, notices. “If we do this, let’s have a safe word.”
“A safe word?”
“Like people have for BDSM. If either of us feels uncomfortable, we use the word, and bail immediately. Full stop.”
His suggestion sets me at ease.
“How about…pterodactyl?” he asks.
“Pterodactyl?” I can’t help laughing.
“I mean, T-Rex will obviously be said when you’re talking about my cock, and we’re about to go to town on Dax’s ass like raptors, so pterodactyl seems like something from the Jurassic period that won’t get a mention.”