Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
As much as I love this game, I’m pissed Colin’s in the better position to grope me.
His thumb strokes back and forth, his hand creeping lower. I push my ass back for him, savoring his touch, since I feel like I’ve been starved of it all day because of a stupid fucking essay.
“So who did you get to babysit that cat?” Marty asks.
“Do you know Miranda from Phi Kappa?” I ask. “We’re friends from Math League in high school.”
Marty’s expression twists up. “Someone not interested in seeing all the frats of Alpha Theta Mu make asses of themselves in skimpy outfits? There’s a first.”
“I think her girlfriend understands why that’s not really her thing.”
“Oh, right,” Marty says. “Guess that was a shitty assumption for me to make.”
“Don’t worry. We expect it from you,” Lance teases, which makes Marty burst into a laugh.
“Fucker.”
“Colin, will you be coming tonight?” Lance asks.
“I hope I’ll be coming.” He gives my ass another squeeze. All this attention on my ass is new.
I glance over my shoulder, and he sports a smirk.
Don’t suggest anything you wouldn’t follow through with, Col.
Marty pushes to his feet and glances over the bar, making Colin pull back his hand.
My heart sinks.
“Looking for something?” Colin asks, sounding annoyed that we were interrupted.
“Where the fuck did Payton put all the gin?” His gaze meets mine, and he winces. “Jesus, Ash, you’ve been getting some sun. Need to up the SPF.”
I glare at Colin, who knows why my cheeks look like this, and he gets a good chuckle out of it before my phone buzzes. Miranda’s arrived, so I take Frat Cat out to her, giving her the info the vet tech provided before handing him off with his crate. Then I get back to the guys.
Colin and I manage to keep our distance and focus on helping out rather than messing around, and after we all finish up, Lance gives me and the other TaskFrat guys a fifteen-minute warning.
Fifteen minutes—that’s all I fucking need.
I tail Colin, who acts surprised by his stalker before slipping into his room and making like he’s about to close the door on me, but as I push in, he’s all smiles.
I kick the door all the way open behind me and tackle Colin, forcing him back onto his bed.
“Fucking ass,” I say as I mount him, straddling his leg, placing my hand against his crotch. I check the doorway before rubbing him firmly. “Making me get all hot and flustered in front of the guys…”
His gaze cuts to the door like he’s waiting for someone to walk by, then turns back to me.
“And after not spending any time with me all day,” I say like the greedy fuck I am.
He closes his eyes, resting his head against the mattress. “Fuck,” he mutters.
His crotch is a rock already, and I slide my hand under his waistband.
We’re in plain view. Anyone could come in at any moment and see us.
Thank God.
“Why didn’t I ever know what a little perv you are?” he asks as I grip his girth and give it a good pump. He growls through his teeth. “You tease. You know you have to leave soon.”
I pull my hand back up and lick my palm, sliding back under his sweatpants to wet his dick.
I lean close, inches from his lips. “You coming to see me at TaskFrat tonight?” I whisper.
“You know damn well I’m gonna be there.”
“Not just there…to see me,” I clarify.
“Of course it’s to see you.”
Why does that feel so fucking good?
I reward his dick with another stroke, then glance at the door, listening, my senses ready to detect anyone heading this way. I’m torn between the fear of getting caught and the excitement of what we’re getting away with. Why is this so electrifying?
I continue stroking him, and his eyes roll back like this is the best anyone’s ever jerked him.
“You like it too,” I say. “Knowing that someone could walk by at any minute and see your pervy bro jerking your fat cock?”
He knows I already know the answer to that, so he just rocks his hips.
“Or I could stop?”
“Don’t fucking stop, Ash.”
I snicker, enjoying this power I have over him.
Colin cups my ass cheek, gripping firmly.
At first when we were groping and fondling each other, he would go for my cock, maybe my side or the small of my back. Why’s he so interested in my ass today?
It brings forth fantasies I’ve had the past few days, since I learned what he could do to my fucking body.
A part of me is sure it’s my wish, not his. Another part of me knows in my goddamn soul it’s what he’s thinking right now. “You keep grabbing my ass today. You don’t just want to come in my hand, do you? You want to know what this tight hole feels like.”