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)
“Well, not all my skills. I have some I haven’t shared yet.”
I bite back my laugh, but no one seems any the wiser.
“Dinner’s done.” I try to steer the subject in a safer direction, otherwise I might end up fucking Ash in front of the guys instead of anyone at the bathhouse.
I make Ash a plate first, just because I like doing things for him, then my own. We all end up at the table together, talking shit and eating.
“Did you see that the next movie in that superhero franchise you like is coming out?” Payton asks me.
“On Friday. Fuck yes. I want to see it.”
“We should go,” Ash replies, and I nod.
“We can do dinner first too. There’s that hibachi restaurant you wanted to try that’s by the theater.”
Ash twists noodles around his fork, and it’s much hotter than it should be. “And that ice cream place you like too.”
There’s a flutter in my chest. He knows it’s my favorite.
“Aww. The two of you are so wholesome, planning your date,” Lance teases.
“They aren’t Troy and Atlas. They’re not dating each other,” Marty grumbles.
“But they are wholesome,” Payton says. “I swear you two remind me of one of those old TV shows where everyone in the family is perfect and gets along great.”
I suck spaghetti noodles the wrong way and start coughing. Ash pats my back.
Wholesome my ass. My nape prickles, a new wave of lust sweeping through me. I like knowing they see Ash and me as one thing, but really, he’s my little pervy stepbro, and I can’t wait until the next time I get to show him off for others.
17
Ash
After I finish up at my internship, I return to the frat, take a quick shower, then head back to my room. I tend to Darwin, Sagan, and Frat Cat before spending more time than usual at my closet. It’s a warm spring day, so I can wear a polo or a tee and bring my jacket with me for when it gets cooler tonight.
I grab a tee, then second-guess myself.
Did I pick it because Colin mentioned he liked this shirt on me? Or did I start to like it more once he said that?
I chuckle; I’m being ridiculous.
But I kind of like overthinking going out with Colin tonight.
Between school, parties, and work, we’ve been so busy, we haven’t had a night like this in a while. Just one-on-one time with my Big Man.
Hibachi, ice cream, and a movie is our thing—something we did plenty in high school. Of course, tonight’s gonna be different with everything we’ve done together since the last time we hung out like this.
Before he blew me.
Or fucked and kissed me in front of a guy.
Or suggested fucking me in a bathhouse for people to watch.
And now that he’s planted the idea in my head, my imagination has run wild. I thought the live stream was hot, but that sounds epic. Not just being fucked with people watching, but being fucked by Colin with people watching.
I love what we’re doing and what we’re talking about doing, but I’m curious what a night out looks like with all that’s changed between us.
I throw on my shirt and a light jacket before there’s a knock on my door.
I suspect it’s Colin, so as I open the door, I keep to the side so he won’t be able to see the collar of my tee under my jacket.
My stepbrother stands in the hall, smirking as his muscles flex in my favorite shirt of his—a sleeveless navy-blue shirt that hugs that chest and torso, emphasizing those impressive biceps. It’s the shirt I’ve told him to wear when he’s trying to impress a girl.
“You dork,” I say. “Like I don’t know why you wore that.”
Colin’s smirk spreads into a smile. “What are you wearing?”
“Nothing.”
“Perfect. That’s what I’d prefer.”
I chuckle as I open the door and unzip my jacket so he can get a better view.
Colin’s eyes light up, and he checks down the hallway before slipping into my room.
As he steals a kiss, I rest my hands against his cheeks. He squats down and hooks his arms around my thighs, hoisting me in the air like I’m fucking weightless before pushing me up against the wall.
His lips are firm against mine. I didn’t realize how much I missed his mouth until it was slammed up against mine again.
Fuck, what his body does to me… It didn’t use to be like this at all.
When he touched me, my skin didn’t come alive.
I didn’t ache with hunger for more licks and kisses.
I didn’t think about him taking me out and fucking me in front of strangers.
As Colin pulls away, his gaze shifts to my shirt again. “We’re so fucking cheesy.”
“You like when we’re cheesy.”
Colin’s gaze wavers. “Well, we didn’t specify when we made plans, but considering what we’ve been doing, is this a da—”