Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
That guy who commented on my erection steps away from a group of guys he’s chatting with and comes over. “Pot?” he asks.
“The legal shit.”
“Eh, I’ll take what I can get.” He settles on the porch beside me. “Unless you don’t want to catch my cooties.”
“More concerned about viruses, actually,” I joke, passing it to him, and he takes a hit.
“They say vaping’s bad for you.”
“And alcohol’s what? Best friend to the liver?”
He laughs, showing off a gorgeous smile. “Guess not.”
In the past, I wouldn’t have given his pretty smile that much thought. I’ve noticed attractive guys before Brenner and I started doing stuff, but now, it brings to mind this thing we were exploring. The questions that linger.
“I quit vaping for a bit,” I confess, “but started again after a cruise over the summer. And I figured I’d treat myself to it today, you know?”
Because apparently not having Brenner’s mouth on my cock means I need something in mine.
Gorgeous Smile Guy winces.
It reminds me of the way Brenner was when we first started talking. I’m not chatty and definitely don’t wear my heart on my sleeve, but Brenner picked up on it, asked questions, probed where most people would have accepted my curt, basic responses.
It’s weird having this guy look at me like this, as though he’s picking up something from my awkward shifts and twitches.
“You seem like a lot of fun,” he finally says.
My expression twists up.
“What?” he asks. “You don’t hear that a lot?”
I shake my head.
I know I’m not a big talker, but this is ridiculous, even for me.
“I have a kind of superpower,” he goes on. “Like a sixth sense about people.”
“Think you’ve had a little too much of that,” I tease, taking my vape from him.
He chuckles. “See, I knew right away you’d be funny.”
His gaze shifts to my crotch, then meets mine, and suddenly I’m not looking into his eyes, but at his mouth, like my body’s curious if that mouth could do for me what Bren’s did. I lick my lips, and he grins.
“What?” I ask.
“That was it.” He spins on his ass and lies back, resting his head in my lap.
That’s bold.
Who the hell is this guy?
“What are we talking about?” I ask.
“My superpower,” he says, flashing those pearly whites.
My cheeks warm because it’s clear he gets what’s going on with me in a way only Bren has picked up on.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he says.
I glance around, wondering if anyone’s overheard us, but he didn’t really say anything, and no one seems to give a fuck about the guy with his head in my lap.
“I’m not uncomfortable,” I tell him, which seems to please him.
As I take another hit, I notice this intense look in his eyes—determined, even—and it picks at something in me. Not just how horny Brenner’s made me, but that he’s hanging out with this Mila fucker. If he’s running around hooking up, then I’m free to do whatever I want too.
And no, this isn’t about petty vengeance. But if Gorgeous Smile Guy wants to do some of the things Brenner did with me, maybe that would help me get my mind off my future stepbro, which would be great for both of us. And really, this guy too.
Besides, he’s hot. And I’ve been chatting with him for less than five minutes, and he seems fun too.
“Your name is Taylor, right?”
“Christ, you seem to know a lot about me for a guy whose name I don’t even know.”
“Well, that’s something I can help you with. I’m Dax.”
Holy fucking hell.
I burst into a laugh. “No fucking way.”
Wild to think Brenner mentioned the guy before I came here. Too much of a coincidence.
His head shifts against my crotch. “What is it?”
“I know who you are.”
“We’ve definitely never met, so I’m assuming my reputation precedes me.”
“You know Brenner Dean?”
It takes him a moment, which tells me the guy’s likely got a list as long as Bren’s. I see the wheels spinning and the aha moment before he says, “Yeah, I know the guy. We hooked up last spring after chatting on Grindr. He leave me a glowing review?”
Now he’s got me smiling. “Oh yeah. You made the top five, for sure.”
“Top five? That mean I gotta kill four other fuckers?”
“It means I’m not telling you where you fall on the list, but you’re up there. He had fun. I thought you went to another school.”
“I was at Georgia State, but my brother goes here, and every time I’d come to visit, I’d get so fucking jealous, and the guys are so good to me, so I applied here. Then I was at a party—that Task Frat Challenge thing—and at an after-party, and oh my fuck, I had the best time. It was like the universe was telling me this is where I belong.”