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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13

Ash

Being a cat dad wasn’t on my bingo card for the week, but neither was my stepbrother hoovering up my cum in the back of his car.

Yet here we are.

Since we adopted Frat Cat, Colin and I have been tending to his needs, helping him through his recovery. We’ve always been good about caring for Colin’s rescues together, but this time, maybe because of what the vet tech said about us looking like a couple, or because of what began in the car, it feels more coupley—taking turns giving him his meds and watching him to make sure he’s eating and drinking enough. We’re not just physically taking care of him, but emotionally too. He’s had it rough, been all on his own, so he needs extra love, which Colin and I have plenty to give.

Between being cat dads and dealing with school and work, we’ve had our hands full, but we’ve gotten our fun in too.

Exchanging playful, flirty texts.

Making a game of feeling each other up discreetly around the other guys in the house.

Clearly, we stumbled upon something at that gas station.

It was more exciting than a live stream. It brought me to fucking life, but also made me a little cum monster. It seems to have had the same effect on Colin—at least, I assume that’s what explains our epic jerk-off sessions—one downstairs late while everyone was asleep, the other in the shed out back. Both times, he was as cum-hungry as before, getting every fucking drop in.

Colin makes it easy not to overthink any of it. Or feel like there’s anything wrong with what we’re doing. I can just enjoy every second. Lap it up like he laps up my cum.

When Friday arrives, the house is setting up for the TaskFrat Challenge after-party. The event will be at Sigma Alpha, but after, everyone will be rushing here to get their drink on.

I head downstairs with Frat Cat wrapped in a towel, meet Marty and Lance outside, where they’re positioning the bar in the yard.

“Is that cat gonna be your excuse to get out of helping out?” Marty asks as I offer some scritches to our new fur baby.

Our wounded kitten leans into my touch; he’s warmed up to me quickly.

“His babysitter is on the way, so you guys will have a whole five more minutes without me.”

Marty rolls his eyes. “Wish I could have a five-minute break.”

“Sometimes we all wish you’d take a longer break than that, Marty,” Lance teases, which makes me laugh.

“That was harsh,” Marty says.

“Truth hurts.”

Marty shakes it off. “I don’t know why you and your bro decided to become cat parents when that thing would eat your gerbils in a minute.”

“I’ve taken the necessary precautions. Really, now I have three critters to protect from Payton’s python.”

Marty shivers. Snakes and spiders are not his thing, and Colin has had to keep him from killing either more than a few times while we’ve lived at the Alpha Theta Mu house.

Marty’s unpacking the box of liquor when he shoots a glare at Frat Cat. “You filled out your pet wai—”

“I swear,” Lance says, “if you ask him about the pet waiver again, I’m gonna kick you in the nuts.”

Marty flinches. “It’s a rule to make sure our insurance covers shit.”

“They filled it out the night they found him. They just haven’t told you because they like how it’s grating on your nerves.”

“Little fucks.”

I’m in stitches. Marty is so fucking easy to work up.

“Afternoon, boys.” Colin’s voice makes my skin prickle, and I turn to see him approaching. He’s been tucked away in his room today, working on a paper. And I must admit, the brief separation has made me needy.

“Oh, good, you can make up for your slack-ass brother,” Marty says.

“Uh-uh. I’m not having this,” I tell them. “It’s your turn with the baby anyway.” I hand Frat Cat over to Colin and head around the bar. “Here, you guys pass me shit, and I’ll get everything set up.”

Marty passes me the liquor from the box, and Lance hands over the cups and bar paraphernalia.

While we do that, Colin steps behind the bar with me. He massages Frat Cat’s neck. It reminds me of all the moments like this, throughout our lives, when I’ve seen him tending to his animals. Nursing them back to health. He’s a good cat dad.

I continue packing the bar when I feel a hand on my ass, then a gentle squeeze.

A jolt of excitement rushes through me as I look toward Lance and Marty, then at the guys around the yard.

Behind the bar, no one can see what Colin’s up to.

He’s a naughty cat dad.

This is what the past few days have been like since we messed around in the car—touching and caressing each other discreetly, waiting for Marty to notice and say, “Oh my God, you weren’t fucking kidding!”


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