The Step Don’t (Peach State Stepbros #2) Read Online Riley Hart, Devon McCormack

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Devon McCormack
Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
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Troy’s eyes light up. “I can do that.”

“Bet. Get ready. We leave in ten.”

He nods, and I go to my room to get changed. Ash will be out of class soon, but he has to intern for a few hours at the biomedical research lab on campus.

Troy and I head out a few minutes later. The park is within walking distance of Peach State, but we take my car because of all the supplies.

When we pull up, the six kids who take the lessons are already there. Troy and I grab the bags from the back and head over to the kids. Their parents are all waiting at picnic tables, most of them glued to their phones.

“Hey, crew.” The group is made up of four boys and two girls, which I think is fucking awesome. It’s cool that we have girls who love football so much that they’re here, even though they would never be able to play on their school teams. Some of them have started playing in girls’ flag football programs, which I would love to see become a more widespread thing. “I brought my friend Troy with me today. He’s not nearly as good as I am, but he might have a little knowledge to impart to you.”

My joke earns me snickers from the kids and a playful scowl from my friend.

“Okay. Let’s set up for drills!” I clap my hands together, and we jump into our warm-ups and then offensive drills. The two hours go by in the blink of an eye, and before I know it, the kids are helping pack up and their parents are coming over to thank me and say goodbye.

“That was fun,” Troy says. Despite the spring nip in the air, we’re both a sweaty mess.

“Yeah, I fucking love it.”

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out.

Ash: How was practice?

I can’t help smiling. I love that he knows I just finished and is checking in. Ash knows how important this is to me, and it means the world to me that he cares.

Me: Great! They were, of course, still amazed at my talent.

Ash: As they should be. He adds a wink emoji, and I feel my grin grow. Why does everything about Ash make me smile?

“I recognize that smile. Did you meet a woman?” Troy asks, and my nose wrinkles.

“What? No. That was Ash, and I don’t have an I-met-a-woman smile.” But when I think about it… “Though it has been a long time since I’ve met and hooked up with anyone. I miss sex.”

“You were with Hannah, like, three weeks ago.”

“That’s a long time. Great, now I’m horny.”

We grab all our shit and pile into the car.

Me: Troy got me horny.

Ash: He has that effect on people. So now you can’t get on me about how much I had the hots for him last semester. *laughing emoji*

I frown. What? Oooh. I roll my eyes.

Me: Not like that. I’m not attracted to him.

“Will the two of you be busy long?” Troy breaks into my thoughts while I’m watching my phone and waiting for Ash to reply.

“Shit. Sorry. You know me. Easily distracted.”

I toss my phone into the center console and drive us back to our house. Troy doesn’t even come inside, heading straight for his vehicle because he’s staying at Atlas’s tonight.

The house is empty, everyone else off doing their own thing.

I take a quick shower, then remember I left my phone in my car and go out to grab it.

Ash: Of course not. But you’re missing out. Men are hot too.

Me: I can appreciate a good-looking guy. Just never had one get me hard.

I’ve gotten a boner when I’ve landed on gay porn once or twice during my searching, but who wouldn’t get hard watching anyone fuck? It had nothing to do with the guys; it was the sex.

Ash: They can do a lot more than get you hard. *wink emoji* Want me to bring home dinner?

Me: Is there a reality where I would ever say no to food? Are you going to the gym first?

Ash: I went this morning.

Me: Good because I’m starving.

I do some homework, then log in to play Final Fantasy before Ash gets home. I’m not sure where everyone in the house is, but I’m kinda glad they’re out.

When I hear his footsteps on the stairs, my stomach automatically growls. Ash pushes open my door with a large pizza in his hands, and I can’t help moaning in response.

“Fuck yes. Best. Brother. Ever.”

“Surely, you can’t just now be realizing this.”

Ash sets the pizza on my desk. The T-shirt he’s wearing showcases his firm, cut biceps he worked on in the gym this morning.

“Is that a new shirt?”

Ash plops a few slices of pepperoni on a paper plate and frowns like my question surprises him. “No. I’ve had it for a while.”


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