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)
“What do you mean?”
Still balls-deep in me, filling me with that cock, he whispers against my flesh, “I am going to love you so good, you’re gonna have to always up your game to even get close to what I give you.”
I snicker, though I can’t deny the emotion that moves through me at the suggestion.
And I can’t help myself. “Consider it a dare.”
EPILOGUE
Brenner
May
As soon as our caps fly into the air, Taylor pulls me into a hug. We’re both jumping up and down, grips tight on each other’s gowns, happy as hell because we’re both college graduates. Everyone is cheering and shouting, my heart beating like crazy as I pull back and look at my sexy boyfriend, my best friend. “We fucking did it!” I tell him.
“Hell yes!”
The past three months have been fucking awesome. Having a boyfriend is hands down the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Scratch that. Having Taylor for my boyfriend is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I have more fun with him than I do with anyone else. He not only always makes me laugh, but he makes me feel good, and I’m so lucky to have him.
“Congrats, man!” Atlas says from beside me, and I can see the pride in his eyes. Knowing that on some level, as happy as he is today, that we both have one thing in common—we’re wishing our moms could be here to celebrate with us. He was close to his mom too, something I didn’t learn until later in our friendship, and she passed away as well.
“Congrats, bro.” I pull him into a hug as Taylor and Troy do the same to each other before we switch so I can give Troy his props too.
“I can’t believe we did it!” Colin says. Ash is younger than him, so he isn’t graduating with the five of us.
“I can’t believe you did it,” I tease Col, who nudges me with his arm. “I’m giving you shit.” Colin might not have a lot of common sense, but he’s incredibly smart and a hard worker.
“Party tonight at Alpha Theta Mu?” Colin asks.
“Fuck yes,” I reply.
“Do we have to?” Atlas jokes, making us laugh.
“Yes. We’re being social tonight…but I’ll have a treat for you afterward.” Troy wraps an arm around him.
“Do I get a treat afterward too?” I pump my brows at Taylor.
“You love parties, so why do I have to treat you?”
“Well, I love sex too, so I figure that’s a good enough reason.”
“Works for me.” My boyfriend grins, then kisses me. “Come on, guys. We should find our parents.”
We head the direction where they were sitting. Troy’s mom is there for Atlas and Troy, along with Colin’s mom, who drove in from North Carolina, his dad and stepmom, Ash, of course, and my dad and Nicole.
I take Taylor’s hand as we make our way toward them, and then we’re immediately hugged to death by a whole lot of parents giving us a shit ton of congrats. It’s fucking awesome. The stepbrothers thing hasn’t been a problem with any of our family or extended family, but even if it had been, Taylor and I know we have two caring parents in our corner.
“I’m proud of you,” Dad tells me. “Your mom would be so happy today.”
I swipe at a stray tear that leaks from my eye. “I know she would be.” We give each other a nod before I give my attention to Nic. “Hey, Mama Two.” It’s something I’ve started calling her for fun, and somewhere along the way, it stuck.
“Oh, Bren. Congratulations.” She hugs me while Taylor shares a moment with Dad. The two of them have gotten closer the past few months, and I know that will continue to grow. Taylor will always know what it’s like to have a good father now. “You boys ready to go out to dinner?”
We plan to eat with them before they head back home and we go to the frat house for the party. We end up at our favorite Korean BBQ restaurant, sharing good food and lots of laughter, and then they drop us off at our apartment.
“Shower?” Taylor asks, then chuckles when he realizes I’m already ripping off my clothes.
“What’s taking you so long?”
“I’m right behind you.”
“Yeah, but you’re not nearly naked enough yet.”
He playfully throws his shirt at the back of my head.
I turn around and walk backward. “Much better. I’m enjoying the view.”
“You’re such a dork,” he jokes.
“Your dork.”
A spark ignites in Taylor’s gaze. “All mine. Always.”
“You know it.”
We end up on the bed, jerking each other off first, then get into the shower, washing away the fat load drying on our skin and getting ready for the party tonight.
I hear the music the second we pull up, Lance likely doing his thing at the DJ table. There’s a jump in my pulse. I really do love parties, and this one is for an incredible fucking reason.