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’ve had chances to give it back to him. I could have taken it with me to Mom’s birthday party. Or the dinner we’ve had at Glen and Mom’s since then. Or when I saw him around school or at our last party. Or when he came by the shop with another part he bought for me.
But I haven’t even told him I have it.
I pull it to my face and inhale, and I realize as I do it why I was compelled to pull it out. A wave of relief washes through me, helps me let go of all the tension I had while Ash was scrambling my brain. What about smelling Atlas does this to me?
I fist it in my hand, burying my face into the cloth. As I take my next breath, I practically gasp. It’s like someone held my head underwater, and now I’m coming up for air. Funny to think that, when Atlas would be the guy most likely to be holding my head under.
As my dick hardens, I bite into the fabric.
What the hell am I doing?
I snatch up my phone and pull up Instagram again, returning to the photo Brenner had of him.
I zoom back in to Atlas’s pretty, pouty face.
He’s got this cocky expression for the photo. I bet he knew how hot he looked that night, his lengthy locks like a dirty-blond wave crashing on the shore. His open button-up reveals his necklace resting between the ridges in his pecs. Never thought I’d be envious of a necklace.
And that mouth on him…God… With my free hand, I press my finger against his lips and trace them.
I remove my gym shorts and boxers, tossing them to the bottom of the bed. Then I position a pillow near me and rest the phone against it so that his image is looking at me. I lick my palm and grab my cock, stroking.
As I pull his shirt back to my face, my dick pulses in my grip.
What is it about this scent that gets to me? Is it that sweat-and-musk smell? Or is it because it’s his smell?
What am I fucking doing? Why do I have his shirt and photo in bed? Why am I jerking off to this?
I close my eyes, and a greedy fantasy seizes me. Atlas on his knees, begging me to come on his face, letting me mark his pretty cheeks. Licking some that gets on his bottom lip.
It’s never gonna happen, but I’m stroking faster, my balls tightening. I take another whiff of his shirt, feeling like a real creeper as my shaft firms in my grip and—
“Troy, oh shit!”
I roll off the other side of my bed before calling out, “Colin!”
“Ooh, somebody should lock his door.” He’s got a huge grin on his face.
“Somebody should knock.” I retrieve my phone so there’s no chance he’ll see whom I’ve been thinking about.
“Watching hot porn?” He heads in, not at all freaked out by the state he found me in.
“Yeah, porn.”
Atlas-face porn.
“Me and some of the guys were gonna go for Vietnamese. You in?”
“I think I’m gonna finish up here, but thanks.”
He beams. “Okay, let me know if you need help. I’ll send someone over.”
“I’m perfectly able to get my own help, thanks,” I remind him before he leaves, closing the door behind him.
As I look down at my phone, at the image of Atlas, there’s only one thing going through my mind: this could be a problem.
12
Atlas
Each day we get closer to Troy’s test, the strange tingling at the base of my spine increases. It’s annoying as shit because there shouldn’t be any tingling going on anywhere inside me, and definitely not when it comes to my stepbrother. He’s gotten into my head, and I don’t like it…only, I also do like it, which makes everything even more confusing, and annoying, and pisses me off. So when I get out of bed on Test Day, I’m in a crap mood.
The first thing I do is pluck my cell off my nightstand and shoot a text to Troy.
Me: You ready to lose?
It’s a little fucked because while I want to be the one to win this bet so Troy participates in the auction, I also want to see Troy succeed. The fact that I actually kinda like him makes everything in my life more frustrating, and clearly, there’s a long list that does that. Aren’t I just in a peachy fucking mood today?
And maybe there’s a part of you that really wants to end this day with his dick in your mouth.
I groan into the empty room just as my phone buzzes in my hand.
Lil Stepbro: Not gonna happen. I’m trying to decide if I want you on your knees for me while I’m standing up…sitting down…lying on a bed with your mouth on my cock… So many possibilities.