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 feel the same. I just wanted to ask since this is so new.”
“See? We’re already killing it. We’re on the same page.”
“Always.” Taylor reaches over, setting his hand on one of my pecs and brushing his thumb over my nipple. “So…we like each other. We’re best friends. Future stepbrothers. And we’re having sex. We’ve officially decided that much.”
I nod, my body slightly tingly just from being close to him and feeling the way he’s touching me. “Yes.”
“What about hooking up with other people?”
I growl, then frown, surprised at myself.
“That growl was kinda hot.”
“Only kinda?”
“You don’t like the thought of me messing around with others.”
“Didn’t we figure this out in the kitchen earlier?” I grumble, pretending to be annoyed.
“You want me to be all yours, Bren?”
“Fuck yes. Are you gonna pretend you don’t want the same?”
Taylor nods, affirming what I said. “You’re mine.”
“Perfect. We’re best friends and future stepbrothers, who like each other and exclusively have sex with each other. Problem solved. How long do you think you’ll take to get it up again?”
He laughs. “Not too long, but we’re not done here yet.”
“Damn it!” I tease, but then pull him over so he’s lying on top of me, looking down at me with those bright blue eyes, his blond bangs hanging down.
He looks so hot tonight.
I love being here with Taylor like this.
“Be good, Bren, or I’ll tickle you again.”
That’s one of his favorite threats. “Sadist!” I lean up and press a kiss to his lips. “So fucking cool that I get to do this all the time now.”
“I mean…not all the time. Like, it wouldn’t be smart to start making out in front of our parents. Unless you think we should tell them about us. If that’s what you’re saying, we need to discuss it a bit more.” He quirks a brow. “Originally, we didn’t think it was worth it when it seemed like it wasn’t a big deal for us to stop. But now, it’s clearly more than that, and I don’t want to keep my hands off you. But I don’t think we should tell them yet.”
“One hundred percent agree. I don’t want to keep my hands off you either, and this is more, but it would be a lot for them to deal with while planning a wedding. Plus, it’s not like they didn’t keep their relationship a secret from us.”
“Yeah, but maybe we try and tell them before they walk in on me fucking your brains out.”
We both laugh, before we sober, and I say, “They’d be confused and worried about what would happen if something went wrong. They don’t need that stress before the wedding.”
Taylor looks down at my chest, then draws circles on it. “What if something does go wrong?”
“It won’t. We’re us, Tay. We’ve been friends too long to let something come between us.”
He nods. “You’re right. I just needed to ask. At this point we’re just seeing how things go. And we’ll be honest with each other if anything changes. So if this is still going after the wedding, that’s when we tell them?”
“I think so.” Holy shit. What if Taylor and I are still doing this in four months? That’s like a whole-ass relationship, something I’ve never done.
“Deal. What about our friends? The guys from the frat, I mean.”
I shrug. “I don’t care if they know.”
“Me neither. I don’t want to have to be careful around everyone. There’s nothing wrong with us exploring this.”
I grin. “We’re nailing this exclusive, best-friends-who-have-sex-with-each-other thing.”
“You forgot the stepbrothers part.”
“Where should I add it?”
“Exclusive best friends and future stepbrothers who have sex?”
I shrug. “Works for me.”
Taylor slips his hand down between our bodies, between my legs. “How’s your hole?”
“Took a pounding.”
He frowns. “Are you sore?”
“A little bit. Totally worth it, though. You’re pretty fucking good at dicking me down.”
“You’re pretty fucking good at taking my cock.” He ruts against me, and my dick starts to swell. “You’re getting hard again.”
“How can I not when a sexy, naked guy is on top of me? Don’t pretend you’re not getting hard too.”
“Thank God for quick refractory periods.” Taylor smirks.
“The joys of being young. Are we done with all the miserable talking now?”
Taylor laughs, leaning down and kissing me. It’s a little awkward but also makes my heart beat faster.
“Since I went wild on your hole already…and I made you talk…how about I blow you?”
My cock throbs beneath him, my skin prickling with excitement. “I’m not going to argue with getting a shot at your mouth.” I brush my thumb along his bottom lip, and Taylor playfully bites it, making me chuckle. I love that things are always so fun between us. Love that he’s playful with me on levels he isn’t with anyone else.
He lets my finger go, and I run my hand through his hair while he kisses his way down my body, enjoying my pecs before continuing south. “I really liked blowing you.” He’s only done it once, that night with Dax. “I really wanted to swallow your load.”