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)
“Taylor, where the fuck are you?” Atlas asks as I make my way through the tunnels.
Fuck. I probably shouldn’t be thinking about dicking down my future stepbro’s ass, but here we are.
I refocus on the game.
An hour later Atlas and Mila head out, and I help Brenner with the artwork we bought for the living room—a cool black-and-white piece of a dying welded figurine, about the length of the sofa.
“This is definitely gonna be a conversation piece,” I tell him.
We place the nails into the wall, then grab either side, stepping on the sofa to put the frame onto the nails. Don’t think Brenner even means it, but he keeps sticking that ass out like he’s begging me to get in there.
“Stop checking out my ass,” he says, and I glare at him.
“This coming from the guy who’s been wearing his briefs lower than normal the past few weeks?”
It’s been driving me wild. Brenner loves walking around in his underwear, and it seems like it creeps a little lower each time, revealing just enough of his crack to make me about lose what self-control I have around him.
It’s not like the guy doesn’t know what he’s doing. Every time he catches me staring, he’ll give me a look and say some shit like, Oh, sorry. Did I accidentally give you another boner? As frustrated as it makes me, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fucking love it.
Brenner can tease me all he wants.
“Is it sturdy?” Brenner asks, and when I check my crotch, he laughs. “The frame, you horny fuck.”
My cheeks flush with heat. “Right,” I say, giving a shake and a tug.
He does the same and the frame pops out, making him stumble. “Fuckin’ hell,” he says as the frame pivots and he catches it.
“You good?”
Brenner braces himself on the sofa. “Fuck, that was close.”
“Is the wall okay?”
He glares at me. “You concerned about my safety or our security deposit?”
“Both, but you’re obviously fine.”
He checks the spot on the wall. “The nail must’ve fallen out. Your side still in good?”
I check it. “Yeah. You know once I’m in, I don’t have any issues.”
He laughs. “Just grab the nail and hand it to me. I’ll get it back in.”
While he keeps the frame up, I hop down and do a quick search, but I can’t find where it fell. The box is on the sofa, so I grab one, and as I do, I notice my face is just inches from that ass.
The one that’s taunted me since we moved in together.
The one he’s teased me with.
The one that my cock desperately wants to spend some time with.
I lick my lips.
“Well, well,” Brenner says, glancing over his shoulder. “What have we here?”
“Shut up.”
“Maybe you should put the nail back in for me.”
“You were able to do it before, so I think you can do it again.”
“Really? I suddenly forgot how I did that. Maybe if you stand up and get right behind me, you can get your hips real close to my ass and put the nail back in the hole.”
He wears a wicked smirk, and though this is total bullshit, it’s also kind of hot.
I step onto the sofa and slide in behind him. He pulls down the frame so I can see the hole, and as I push the nail in, he says, “Yeah, just like that. I got my nail in first, and then you stuck yours in. Remind you of anything?”
I chuckle. “Can’t imagine what you could be referring to.”
He pushes his ass back against me. “Just right in the hole. You know how it goes. You’re a pro now. I made you a pro.”
Funny as his comment is, it doesn’t keep me from getting hard as fuck against that tight ass. He rolls his hips subtly, and I close my eyes, reveling in the sensation, allowing my fantasies to break free. Thinking of how much I just want to yank his pants down and have my way with him—
“The nail in the hole,” he reminds me.
“Stop distracting me.”
“It’s called dickstracting, and it happens to be something I’m good at.”
I shake my head and insert the nail. Then Brenner positions the frame, sliding it back into place.
I’ve finished my part, so I should step off the sofa, but I keep my crotch tight against him, and he keeps moving his hips, massaging my stiff erection.
He glances over his shoulder at me, and I recognize that hungry look in his eyes. He’s not his jokey, playful self. There’s a determination to it, and I move quickly, taking his lips again. As soon as they meet, there’s that burst of charge, like that first kiss we shared, though so much more explosive since we’d deprived ourselves of this for too long. I wrap my arm around him, tugging him closer, thrusting against that ass as I moan into his mouth.