Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Writing my name.” He doesn’t say anything as I take my time crossing the T, then move on to the R…O…savoring that last bit of the Y that finishes just under his pec.
I admire my masterpiece. For some reason, it quiets my mind. Sets me at ease like all is suddenly right in the world.
I glance at his face to see what he thinks of my perverted artistry, and he looks…pleased?
“And people think I’m the bad boy,” he says, which makes me grin.
“I’m not usually like this.”
He cocks a brow. “Just with me?”
“Yes,” I confess.
Sure, I’m adventurous, but this was a whole other level. I don’t know where any of this stuff is coming from…or how he does what he does to me.
I’m waiting for him to give me hell, but he just keeps staring at me.
“I like that,” he says, giving an ear-to-ear grin.
My cheeks warm, and I take his mouth once again. God, those lips feel good, and the way his tongue teases mine just right, and this rhythm we so effortlessly fall into.
When we pull away again, his expression is more serious, as if he’s just realized what we’ve done and what a shit idea it is.
“What?” I ask quickly.
He looks to the sheets.
Fuck. Don’t say you regret this. Don’t say we did something wrong. I can’t live thinking we won’t have this again.
“So…Ash Ketchum winning you tonight…”
My head’s spinning. After what we did, I’d nearly forgotten about the auction, but I’m so relieved it’s not what I feared. “Yeah?”
“I get it, and I’m happy he gave all that money to charity, but…”
Again, he hesitates.
“I don’t want him touching you,” he finally spits out.
“Huh?”
“He doesn’t get to touch you. Not while we’re fucking around. When we’re doing this, you’re just mine.”
I’m surprised by how stoic his expression is, but I love hearing him say I’m just his, especially if that means he’s mine and that this isn’t the last time he’ll use my body.
“I agree. I don’t want you fucking around with anyone else either. Don’t want to have to key some girl’s car because you’re messing around with them.”
The tension in his brow relaxes, but only a little. “So you won’t be fucking him or kissing him…or touching him?”
“I have no interest in Ash.” I want to do everything I can to reassure him.
A part of me wonders if this might have to do with his dad’s betrayal.
“But he likes you. That’s why he coughed up that money. I don’t like the idea of him ogling you all night. And the thought of you doing what we just did with him…” His jaw tightens.
The only time I’ve ever seen him this worked up was when I thought we were gonna get into fistfights.
“Are you really jealous?”
“I don’t want to talk about it. I’m sorry I brought it up.” He’s about to hop out of bed, but before he has a chance, I hook my arm around him.
“No, no, I think it’s sexy.”
He avoids looking at me for a moment, but when he does, his expression relaxes. I give him another kiss, and just like that, he simply rolls on top of me and pins me down.
Like he wants me to be all his.
My sexy, intriguing, greedy Atlas.
20
Atlas
I wake up the next morning with a naked Troy in bed beside me. It’s…fucking strange? Totally inappropriate? Confusing? Also…hot…as…hell. And something I wouldn’t mind to have keep happening.
My ass is sore from the pounding he gave me last night, something I’ve definitely never experienced after a night of sex. I’m still trying to wrap my head around what happened. It’s like, part of me feels it was inevitable. The tension between us had been like a pressure cooker, the steam building and building until eventually it had to boil over.
“Are you really jealous?”
Troy’s question runs circles in my head. It’s a good fucking question. I’ve never been jealous with anyone I’ve slept with before, but…but none of them were Troy. I’ve thought it before, and I’ll probably think it again, but he’s different. I wish I understood it better.
I think about Glen, about how he snuck around behind my mom’s back and then broke her heart. Troy’s not that kind of guy. He wouldn’t cheat, but then, I don’t think Mom ever thought Glen would either. But the thought of trusting someone like that—getting close and letting them in only for them to crush you—makes my skin feel like it’s breaking out in hives.
I don’t even know why I’m thinking about all that. It’s not like Troy and I have feelings for each other besides liking to get off together.
But then, why does the thought of anyone else having their hands on him make me feel like I’m getting thrown into a meat grinder? Why do my thoughts always circle around him, and I get into fights for him, and I crave him so damn much?