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)
I nod. “I work this afternoon too.”
We head into the kitchen, where I don’t actually make Troy cook all the food. He makes pancakes while I scramble eggs. We sit at the small table instead of on the couch, where I usually eat.
“Are we really not gonna talk about it?” Troy asks.
“Nope.”
“The whole if-anyone-found-out thing…”
“Fuck everyone. It’s no one’s business but ours.”
But he’s right. Glen would blow a fucking gasket, which just pisses me off. Why can he treat people like shit, but Troy and I messing around would anger him? I don’t care, not really, but then deep down, part of me does because of Mom, because of the relationship she would want us to have.
“What are you thinking about?” He reaches over and fingers my hair. I want to burrow into his hand, want to kiss him and fuck him and tell him not to go. It’s ridiculous and frustrating what he does to me.
“Everything.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” When I give him a look that says fuck no, he chuckles. “I should have known.”
“Yes, you should have.”
We chat while we eat, Troy scrolling through Instagram at the same time. When I see a photo of Christian, the guy I fought with at the frat party last year, a growl rips from my throat.
“Um…what was that?”
“Why do you follow him? He’s a dick.”
I see the light bulb go off when he remembers the fight, the one that got me banned from his stupid frat parties.
“Wow. You really hate him, don’t you? You know, I don’t understand why you picked that fight with him. He’s just a random guy we know from parties. What’s the big deal?”
No, he wouldn’t understand, would he? Because I don’t want him to know, don’t want anything to hurt him.
I stand up and take our plates into the kitchen, setting them in the sink, then return to the table.
“What happened?” The way his voice lowers an octave, I can tell he knows it was more than a dumb fight. Fuck, I never should have said anything.
“Nothing.”
“What did he do?” Troy asks, and when I try to walk away, he grabs my wrist and tugs me closer, until I’m standing between his legs. He looks up at me from where he’s sitting on the chair. “Tell me, A.”
“Fuck him.”
He frowns, brows pulling together in confusion. “It’s about me, isn’t it? If it wasn’t, you would say. I know he’s an asshole, but whatever the reason you don’t like him, it has nothing to do with you, does it?”
That’s a difficult question to answer because it’s about Troy, and Troy is my business. If something is about him, it’s about me, but I’m not sure he’s ready to hear that or if I’m ready to say it.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll find out on my own. I don’t care if I have to go to Christian about it.”
I groan, dropping my head back. The last thing I want is for him to talk to that prick, but I know Troy well. He won’t let this go. “He said some homophobic shit about you, and I handled it. That’s all that matters.”
I try to walk away again, but he doesn’t let me, his hold on my wrist tightening, and he looks up at me with an unreadable expression in his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me? You know the frat wouldn’t have banned you if they’d known.”
“Because it wasn’t their business, and I don’t give a fuck if I can’t go to their parties.” And I didn’t want you to know what he said. I didn’t want you to know that I won’t ever let anyone say anything bad about you.
“Yes, but it was about me, so it’s my business.”
“Because you shouldn’t have to hear that shit. He’s lucky if I don’t kick his ass again.” I pick Troy’s phone up and hit the Unfollow button.
He doesn’t argue, and when I set it down and turn around, I make it a few steps before I realize he’s not following me. “Let’s take a shower. We’ll jerk each other off.” I take one step, then another, and he still doesn’t move. “It’s not a big deal.”
“It is to me,” he says softly, then finally stands and comes my way. “Thank you.” Troy brushes his lips over mine. “For being you.”
“For getting into a fight and getting kicked out of a party?”
“For being a good person who sticks up for others.”
“Lies,” I tell him, when really his words fill some of the empty holes inside me. “Can we go have orgasms now? I deserve it after that.”
Troy laughs, kisses me again, and says, “Let’s go drain your balls.”
We jack each other off in the shower, Troy’s gaze never leaving mine. It’s intense…sexy…more. I can’t pretend the sex with Troy isn’t fucking great. I’ve definitely been missing out not being with a guy before, but somehow, I don’t think it would have been the same with anyone other than him.