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)
“If I find out it’s you and me on the same side,” Lance says, “I’ll start sucking dick not to be.”
“Guess it’ll just be Payton and me, then. Right, Payt?”
“Sounds like Lance will need a dick to suck,” Payton says, “and I’m always here for my bros.”
As everyone gets to laughing, Marty rolls his eyes. “You all love me and you know it.”
“Don’t worry,” Lance tells Brenner. “There’s plenty of guys messing around under this roof.”
“That’s what I want to hear,” Brenner says. “That guys are just running around, sucking each other off left and right.”
“Well, some of us are,” I say.
“Whoa, whoa,” Marty says. “Too much info.”
“I know you don’t know Brenner well,” Taylor says, “but you’re just setting him up to say not enough info.”
“Don’t take my line!” Brenner snaps.
“Then don’t take so long to say it.”
I have a feeling this crew will have a great time at the festival. And I’m not wrong. When we get there, we hit up the arcade for a while, then ride roller coasters, hit the bumper cars, and take a spin on the Ferris wheel before some of us split up. Taylor wants to spend more time in the arcade, and Lance, Marty, Troy, and Atlas were gonna have another go at the bumper cars, but I’m still dizzy after that last coaster, so Colin and I head across the festival to a food truck we saw that sells wings and funnel cake—our favorites.
En route, Colin’s hand grips mine.
I notice it’s firm enough to let me know he’s mine, but loose enough that I don’t feel like he’s dragging me around the place. Like so many things with Colin, it’s just right.
“Aren’t you glad I got you out of bed for this?” I ask.
Colin groans. “I don’t know if glad is the right word. Think we could have had a perfectly fine day in bed.” He winks.
“Maybe that’s true.”
“That was funny, what Brenner said about Dax. I bet they had a real fun night.”
I laugh. “Right? But it was nice that he respected what we did enough to keep it secret.”
“I had a feeling he was cool. It’s nice to know we trusted the right guy with that.”
“I agree.” As I gaze at Colin’s pretty mug, an impulse creeps through me, and I grab the back of his cap with my free hand, twisting it around to the front.
“I’m gonna have to start punishing you every time you do that.”
“Punishing me? Oh, aren’t we the kinky two? What did you have in mind?”
“Every time you do that, you’re gonna have to clean yourself up after we mess around.”
I glare at him. “It can’t be a punishment if you wouldn’t be able to follow through with it even if you wanted to.”
Colin winces, leaning closer and whispering, “Then I guess it can’t be no dick for a week either. I’m gonna have to think real hard about this.”
“Careful, Col. You’re not that clear-headed when you’re thinking hard.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
I grin ear to ear as I lean into him, accepting a soft kiss, enjoying that I’m still learning all Colin’s kisses.
The soft ones.
The rough ones.
Every variant in between.
Wondering which ones I haven’t identified yet, and eager to discover them.
As he pulls away, a voice comes from beside us. “Colin Phillips.”
We turn at the same time. I don’t recognize the woman, but I feel Colin tense up, so I pull my hand away from his, wondering if maybe this isn’t how he wants someone outside our friends to find out about us.
“Mrs. Raeger.”
“I thought that was you,” she says, offering a hug.
Now that I’ve gotten a good look at her, she does look familiar, but I still can’t place her.
“What are you doing in Peachtree Springs?” Colin asks.
“We’re visiting Andy for the day. He figured we could come here. How’s your mom doing?”
Oh, she’s a friend of his mom’s; that’s why he tensed up.
“She’s good. Busy right now. But it’s been too long. Since she moved to North Carolina, we barely see each other anymore.”
Now that she’s been talking for a bit, I realize I do know her. She’s dyed her hair blonder, but I’ve seen her at Steve’s birthday parties.
Her gaze shifts to me. “Oh,” she says, taken aback. “I don’t know why, but I didn’t recognize you right away, Ash. I thought you might have been…” She hesitates. “One of Colin’s friends.”
She seems flustered, which given what we were doing when she showed up, isn’t a huge surprise.
Glancing between us, she says, “It’s so good seeing you both. I should search for Andy and his dad. Tell your mom I said hi, will you?”
“Of course.”
After she heads off, we continue a few yards, stepping into the line for the food truck, surely both of us considering the implications of our run-in with a friend of his mom’s.