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)
“Yeah…oh is right. They really owe us. We’re excellent fucking sons.”
“Fucking sons?” Taylor asks, and we laugh together the way we’re so good at doing.
I sigh, then drop my head on his shoulder. “Even though I’m dying for you to fuck me, and this sibling thing is both hot and a pain in my ass…I’m glad it’s you, Tay.” Because that makes moving on easier.
“I’m glad it’s you too,” he replies, with something in his voice I can’t read. I lift my head, look at him, and he seems almost sad for a moment, but then shakes it off. “Movie marathon?”
“Yeah,” I reply, giving him space to sort out what’s in his head, before I try to get him to do the talking thing too.
13
Taylor
I finish dinner with our first movie, and while Brenner makes popcorn, I list off different movies we could watch next, working through the usual game of “Seen it,” “Seen it twice,” “Don’t want to see it.” With all these streaming services we subscribe to, we sure as hell better be able to find something.
“What about Misery?” I ask.
“What is it?”
“Don’t know. Has Kathy Bates in it. Older movie.”
“Like thirties old?”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Don’t you know who Kathy Bates is?”
“An actress from the thirties?”
I laugh. “You’ll recognize her. It’s nineties old.”
He shrugs. “Put it on. Let’s give it a shot.”
I wait for Brenner to bring the bowl of popcorn and settle beside me on the couch before pressing Play. As the opening credits start, I lounge back, and he rests his head in my lap, tossing a piece of popcorn up and catching it in his mouth.
“Okay, open up,” he says.
I obey, and he tosses a piece I catch in my mouth.
“Here comes another.”
We go again, but I miss this time.
“Ooh, so close,” he says before popping another into his mouth.
“I can do better than that,” I press. “Hit me again.”
“Determined thing tonight, aren’t you? Ever since you got hole, you’re ready to take on the world.”
I chuckle. “It’s not not true.”
Bren grins, his eyes sparkling under the room light before he tosses another piece, and I’m ridiculously proud of myself when I get it in my mouth.
“So two out of three,” I say. “Let’s see how you do.”
I grab a piece out of the bowl and toss it up. As it comes down, Brenner shifts and takes it right in the forehead.
“Oh fuck,” he says. “No, that doesn’t count.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m at a disadvantage in this position.”
“Not my problem.”
I throw him another, and he shifts and catches it in his mouth. Then I go for a third, and he does the same.
“Another,” he insists.
“No, because then you’re gonna feel like you won, even though we’ve tied.”
“Not a tie when that first one didn’t count.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not letting you think you won.”
“What are you talking about? You love when I win.”
“And you know I don’t like to make it easy on you.”
He pouts. “Pretty please, Tay. All those times I sucked your dick, wasn’t it good enough for me to deserve a second chance? Didn’t I find you a good boyhole to fuck?”
“I think that boyhole found us,” I say with a laugh before grabbing another piece and tossing it for him.
Of course he catches it, and he looks so fucking pleased with himself before he says, “So I won?”
“If you say so.”
“Thank you. I do.”
“Speaking of that boyhole, Dax is always really smiley when I see him around campus. Think he had a good time.”
“No shit.”
“I don’t know,” I say. “Figured he might have thought you were fun, and I was just some noob who didn’t know what he was doing.”
His brows tug closer together. “Trust me, Taylor, he was loving our cocks every way we gave them to him.” My cheeks warm, and his expression turns serious. “Don’t blush like that.” It’s like he’s trying to command me to stop.
“What?”
“You’re just trying to torture me since you know I can’t kiss you again.”
“You’re just gonna make it redder if you keep talking like that.”
“That works too,” he says with a wink.
I’ve seen the guy work his charm on people countless times, but it’s wild having him direct it at me.
“Shut it, Bren,” I say, though I’m not exactly hating it.
The lighthearted moment is great, but playful as we are, something else lingers too, ever since Brenner brought up his conversation with his dad earlier.
He studies my expression, his smile fading. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
Damn, this guy knows me.
He reaches up, rests his hand on my cheek, then slides it up, running his fingers through my bangs. “Come on, Tay. I told you my stuff. Your turn.”
“Okay, there’s something, but it doesn’t have anything to do with popcorn or hole.”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.”