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)
“I’ve been telling you for years that cruises are great. You should have trusted me.”
“Yeah, well, I was telling you something else was great, and how long was it before you let me try that on you?”
Kinda glad my cheeks are a little sun-kissed because he might give me hell if he noticed I’m blushing about the fun we shared a few months ago.
Dare you.
I knew what I was doing when I said that. I was already curious, but something about that night made me want it. Not just because I wanted my dick sucked, but because Brenner gets a little edgy when he doesn’t get any action, and I figured, two birds, one stone-hard cock.
I imagined it would feel good—a mouth around my dick. I knew he would be amazing at it, which is an understatement. What I wasn’t expecting was to not be able to look at Bren’s face without taking an extra minute to admire those sexy lips.
“Speaking of which”—he glances at my crotch—“I’m getting a little hungry.”
Since that time at the dorms, he’s blown me a few other times. And I’ve let him come on my chest or abs. All in good fun. Bren doesn’t make things complicated. He knows me and gets that I just want to vibe it out and see where it leads.
I’m queer…based on my attraction to my best friend. Probably bi. Which wasn’t something I was expecting to discover last spring. I’ve noticed hot guys in my life. Hell, I knew Bren was hot, but not I-want-to-get-sucked-off-by-him hot. Until then, I’d only messed around with girls, and always had fun, so I assumed I was straight. I’m still figuring this shit out, though. Whatever it is, doesn’t really matter. Bren’s bi, and I’ve never cared about anything other than he’s my friend. He’s like that with me too. Doesn’t give a shit about whatever this means. Never pushes or asks me to explain what I’m starting to realize about myself. He’s a good friend like that.
“So you wanna stop by the burger bar?” I ask, which makes him cringe.
“Burgers?” He wades through the water toward me. “I know you were still identifying as straight at the beginning of last year, but you have to know that’s not slang for anything.”
I snicker.
“I’d rather hit up the milkshake stand,” he says.
I don’t even want to say this. Fuck, I try to bite my tongue because I know what he’s suggesting, but I can’t help pointing out the obvious. “There’s no milkshake stand on the boat.”
“But we can make one real quick, if you’re interested.”
“Quick? Is that what I am?”
“You sure as hell were that first time.” Even with his sunglasses on, I know the expression he’s making—narrowed eyes as he revels in the playful dig. It’s one of the things I like about us—we can roast each other, but we know where the lines are.
“Is that why you keep coming back for more?” I ask.
Bren shrugs. “Someone has to do the hard work of training the noobs.”
“You’re a real saint, aren’t you?”
“I am. And I think you’re almost ready.”
Once again, I know better, but I can’t resist seeing where this leads. “Almost ready for what?”
He holds out his giant-ass cup so the straw’s just inches from my lips. “Come on. I’ve tried yours. Don’t you wanna try mine?”
A smile tugs at my lips, but his words tug at something else within me.
That familiar burst of curiosity.
It’s something I’ve definitely thought about…especially when he gets his cock out. Wondering what he would taste like…wanting him to feel that same pleasure he’s helped me feel.
“I don’t know that I’m ready for that,” I confess. “But I’d be curious to play around with it some.”
“Really?” he asks, and I nod. “Do I need to dare you?” he teases, but his expression is deadly serious before I hear, “Tay!”
I love my mom, but right now, it’s the most annoying voice in the world. We both turn to the deck, where Mom and Keith—Brenner’s dad—stand together, sipping their drinks.
Initially, the trip was supposed to be Mom, Brenner, our friend Lance, and me. But Lance caught COVID right before, and fortunately, Brenner’s dad was able to step in and cover the other half of Brenner’s room. Also, kind of worked out. Bren and I went to the same high school, where Mom and Keith worked on the PTA together. They’ve always gotten along pretty well.
“We’re heading over to the singles meet and greet on Deck 9,” Mom says. “You guys think you’ll be here a while?”
“Probably,” I say.
“Have fun,” Brenner adds.
I watch as they head through the automatic doors leading back into the ship before Brenner and I turn to each other. I’m still thinking about Brenner’s suggestion. His drink isn’t far, so I take the straw between my fingers and bob it up and down.