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)
He smiles, but his eyes narrow—his expression when he’s trying to hide how much I’ve affected him. Whether he likes it or not, I get to him as much as he gets to me.
Savoring the victory of my final dig, I head over to the guys to manage PR so I can get back to the party…
Because tonight is supposed to be fun.
2
Atlas
My eyes shouldn’t be on my stepbrother’s ass when he walks away, not only because of the familial relationship, but because I’m supposed to be as straight as Troy is queer. I’ve never fucked a guy, never wanted to fuck a guy. I don’t have a problem with anyone who does. It’s just never been something that’s crossed my mind, but still I watch Troy the way I always do, remembering what it was like the day he wore a pair of panties—panties that only I knew about. What it was like seeing him shift and being the only person who knew why. Knowing he’d worn them all those years ago because those were the terms. He lost, so he had to submit to my naughty little punishment, crafted especially for him.
It gave me the best kind of rush. Made me feel something other than anger and my hatred of the world. These games I play with Troy make my head less chaotic. They feel good. Thinking about our bets still makes me feel that way.
Because even though I can’t sort out why, there’s always been something different about the way I react to Troy. He’s fascinating as fuck, which pisses me off but also keeps drawing me in.
“Hey, man. Why’d you wanna meet here?” Taylor asks as he approaches me with our friend Brenner. My gaze darts around to make sure none of Troy’s boys are in earshot. The last thing I need is them hearing I made up the whole Taylor-and-Brenner-wanted-to-come argument. Jesus, Troy’s got me fucked up. Now I’m making up excuses to be at a party where he is.
“Cheap booze,” I reply, which is partly true. The frat charges a small fee to get in, but now we get to drink all their alcohol.
“Bet.” Brenner grins. He’s always down to get drunk. I am too.
The guys grab a drink while I watch my stepbro plead my case to his friends. When they look my way, I raise my cup to them and offer my best smile. It seems to work because they shake their heads and say something to Troy but walk away without coming over to harass my ass.
Taylor and Brenner return with red cups full to the brim with frothy beer, and we shoot the shit for a while.
“How’s class going?” I ask, still watching Troy. My stepbro is studying mechanical engineering, something he’s always loved and been good at.
“Eh, it’s school. How good can it be?” Taylor replies.
“Mine are pretty cool, actually,” Brenner says. “I’m really digging my History of Contemporary Architecture class.” He licks the beer foam from his top lip.
I only met them when I started at Peach State, but it didn’t take long to learn that Brenner is obsessed with architecture. He doesn’t take much seriously, but he does that.
“Cool,” I reply, and then we listen to him ramble about it.
The backyard of the frat house is getting more and more crowded, filled with annoying people I have no desire to be around. Fucking Troy and the weird things he makes me do.
“At least there are some fine-ass girls here tonight,” Taylor says, taking in the view. I can’t deny that he’s right.
“Guys too.” Brenner bounces on his toes, unable to keep still. He’s bisexual, so you never know whom he’s going to end the night with.
I agree with them while watching Troy over my cup as I take a drink. Now he’s talking to a guy I don’t recognize. His gaze darts my direction before it shoots away again, and he transfers his weight from one foot to the other. I tell myself it’s because of me, which sends warmth through my belly and might make me even more fucked up than I already knew I was. Making him a little uncomfortable shouldn’t feel good.
“I thought you weren’t allowed at Alpha Theta Mu parties, Atlas?” Danielle says. She’s in my Classical Sociological Theory class and is always flirting with me. She’s hot—long brown hair, brown eyes, and an ass that doesn’t stop, so it’s not like I mind when she hits on me. I quite enjoy it, to be honest.
“Aw, come on. You know I do what I want. Who’s gonna tell me I can’t go somewhere?” I tease. Of course, I wouldn’t be here if Troy hadn’t put a leash on his boys, but that’s beside the point.
“You’re bad, Atlas McCallister.”
“I am. You wanna be bad with me tonight?” I quirk a brow at her. It’s a cheesy line, but I figure she’ll take it for what it is. I want to hook up tonight, and she’ll either be down or not, and if not, then I’ll go on my way.