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)
Sometimes you need to hear something you already know, and this is one of those moments for me. Hearing him say the words helps ease the weight I keep pretending I’m not carrying. “You’re right. I know that. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to think I’m not happy for you or that I don’t love Nicole.” I think about everything she’s been through with her ex, how much she loves Tay, and how good she is to her son…and my dad. “I’m glad it’s her.”
“I love you, kiddo.” He wraps an arm around me, pulling me close. “I’m glad it’s her too. And look at what this means for you and Taylor. He’s been your best friend for a long time, and now he’s going to be your brother. There’s always been a special bond between you two, and now you get to see how that transforms into something new.”
If only he knew how deep the bond is between us and all the ways it’s transformed into something new the past few months. “Stepbrother…yeah. That’ll be fun.” If a constant case of blue balls is fun.
“It’s going to be great. I know it. We’ll take more trips together, like the cruise. We’re going to be one big happy family.” Which is what Dad has always wanted.
Only I can’t stop jonesing for my stepbro’s cock, and I’m scared to death it will mess up everything.
*
“I got you fried rice, spicy chicken, with zucchini, broccoli, and onions,” I tell Taylor when I get home. He’s sitting on the couch, shirtless, with his laptop and schoolbooks around him.
He whips his head in my direction, and I have to bite my cheeks so I don’t smile. “Onions?”
“Extra,” I lie. I’m not an idiot. Well, at least not when it comes to Tay, who has a deep aversion to onions.
“Shut up. You asshole.” He gives me the finger, and I laugh.
“I can’t believe you almost fell for that. Do you even know me at all?” I place the container on the coffee table in front of him.
“I thought for a minute you didn’t know me.”
“But I do.” I sit down beside him. “What do you want to do?”
His brows draw together. “Um…eat and do my homework. You just got home, and you’re already trying to figure out something to do?”
“Ugh. Fine. You’re so boring.” It technically is homework time for me too, but luckily, I don’t have anything that needs to be done today.
He cocks his head slightly, his eyes doing that thing they do when he’s trying to read between the lines. Fucking best friends. They can be so annoying.
“Are you okay? Did something happen with your dad?”
I shake my head. “No. I mean, nothing happened with him, and I’m okay. We had a good talk. I feel even better than before about things, but you know how talking about Mom gets me.”
“All up in that head of yours.” I’m surprised when he reaches out and pushes the hair off my forehead. “It’s busy in there.”
“And I’m horny.”
“You’re changing the subject.”
“Sex is a good distraction.”
Taylor snickers and takes his laptop off his thighs, putting it on the table.
“Oh God. You’re gonna do that thing where you try to get me to talk about my feelings, aren’t you? You’re the worst best friend and stepbro ever. I wish you didn’t know me so well.”
“No you don’t.”
No. I don’t. He’s right.
“Talk to me, Bren. Dare you.” He reaches over, placing his hand on the tiger tattoo on my chest, maybe to remind me of the reason I got it.
“Oh, I see how you are. Gotta bring out the dares, huh?” I ask, instead of mentioning that I know what he’s doing with his hand placement and how much it means to me.
“They haven’t steered us wrong yet.” His hand lowers to my thigh, and blood rushes toward my groin. Damn him and the effect he has on me.
“For someone who keeps reminding me how this is a bad idea, you end up touching me an awful lot.”
“Want me to stop?” He draws circles on my thigh, getting higher and higher.
“No.” I drop my head back.
“Tell me.”
So I do. I share the conversation we had about Mom and Nicole and all that shit. What’s the point in pretending that Taylor wouldn’t get it out of me? That he doesn’t always know when something is going on inside my head?
The good thing is, he keeps getting closer and closer to my dick, which probably means I shouldn’t be as honest as I’m about to be. “Then he started talking about how great it’ll be to be one big happy family. All these family vacations we’ll go on, and how awesome it will be for me to have a brother.”
“Oh.” Taylor’s hand stops moving, and damn it, why did I tell him?