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)
“Someone’s looking like he already won our little bet,” I tease.
“I could say the same about you.”
“I’m pretty confident, but I also like surprises.”
Which is what’s made me so damn frisky.
“Come on,” I say. “Don’t leave me waiting. I wanna get to that me-doing-whatever-I-want-to-you stuff.”
His smile expands.
I scan the apartment. “So where is it?”
His arms are still around me, his hands settling at the small of my back.
“Did you think I was gonna make it easy for you?” he asks. “You have to find it.”
Which excites me even more. God, this man knows how to work me up.
I pull away from him, starting for the kitchen.
“Colder,” he says, which makes me do a double take.
“Are we really playing this game right now?”
“My games are fun.”
Yes, they are.
I take a step toward the living room.
“Colder.”
“What are you up to, A?” I take a step toward him, and he waits a moment, his gaze set on mine. “Warmer.”
“Oh, I have a feeling I’m really gonna like this surprise,” I say, returning to him and hooking my arms around him; I like them better like that anyway. “Are you my gift?”
He chuckles. “It’s on me somewhere, but you still have to find it.”
I slide my hands to his ass, gripping firmly. “This it?”
“Now, that wouldn’t be much of a surprise at this point, would it?”
“Maybe not, but I definitely have some things in mind for it.”
As I pull my hands back to continue my search, my right hand slides across his torso.
“Warmer.”
I move down to his crotch, thinking it an obvious choice.
“Colder, perv,” he says with that charming-ass smile.
I wince. “What the fuck are you playing at?”
He’s really got me stumped here, and the way he’s beaming, he must know he’s winning our bet. I run my hand under the hem of his hoodie, up his smooth flesh, probing higher.
“Warmer,” he whispers.
There’s this hope in me, one I feel stupid for entertaining. He’s going to know the moment I put my hand there that it’s what I wish for so badly, but my hand settles on the spot under his pec—my spot.
“Ding. Ding. You found it.”
His eyes are on mine, so he must catch the red in my cheeks, since they’re warm.
There’s some tension in me, like I’m gonna find out this is all a prank, but the intensity in his gaze doesn’t suggest he’s kidding.
With my free hand, I grab the hem of his hoodie and pull it up, steadily revealing the lines in his torso, shadows cast beneath them by the overhead light.
I slow my movement, full of suspense as I pull the hem up to his chest, seeing the dark letters before revealing a sight I thought I’d only ever get to enjoy in my imagination.
TROY is written—no, practically printed—just under his pec. As my jaw drops, a jolt of adrenaline courses through me. I inspect the letters carefully. “Why does this look like a tattoo?” I run my thumb over it.
“It’s henna. Taylor has a friend who does them.”
He pulls his arms over his head, and I hurry to get him out of the hoodie and look at his naked torso. Tossing his hoodie over my shoulder, I take in his body art. He’s wearing my name—proudly.
“It feels even better than I thought it would,” I tell him. “Doesn’t that stuff last for a few weeks?”
“Yeah. Figured I’d see how I liked it.”
“I’m jealous since I’ve had to just keep writing your name on my wrist.”
I rest my hand against the top of his abdomen, right under my name. His flesh looks so beautiful with my name on it. I lean down and study it, then offer a peck, like he did with the brand on my wrist. Not even sure why; it just feels like the right thing to do.
“You gonna try and act like that didn’t surprise you?”
I snicker. “I think it’s safe to say you won this one.”
“Good. I love winning.”
“I love winning too. You just seem to make losing fun for me.”
“So this means you do what I say tonight, right?”
Why can’t I stop grinning? “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, let’s go to the bedroom and find out,” he says, taking my hand and guiding me there. I’m still reeling with excitement over his surprise, and when we get into his room, he turns to me. My eyes shift right back to that spot.
“Take your clothes off, T.”
As I obey, he removes his shoes and socks. By the time I’m stripped down, I’m already rock hard, and he stands in front of me, his eyes drinking in my body, watching me like some kind of creeper.
And I love it.
“Now, take my clothes off,” he orders.
I step forward and unfasten his belt, his cock rising along the fabric of his pant leg. I hook my thumb between the waistband of his pants and boxers and pull them to the floor, until I’m on my knees. With his cock in my face, I can’t help myself. I lean in, lick from the base of his shaft up to the head, before engulfing it in my mouth.