Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
The frat house is within walking distance from the library. Ash’s legs are moving much faster than they usually do, and while I’m in a hurry too, I’m lingering behind, following him like a puppy.
Why is it that I’ve seen Ash naked a million times, but this one has my pulse speeding up in a whole new way? Has my thoughts spinning so quickly that I can’t settle on one other than yes and maybe, I can’t fucking wait.
This is about Ash, I tell myself. It’s about understanding this thing he enjoys but is unsure of. It’s about supporting him because we always do that, and about seeing him happy, but like, when does seeing someone happy get another person’s dick hard? Do I have a happiness kink I didn’t know about? Is that even a thing?
“You’re being quiet.” Ash turns around, walking backward.
“Just thinking.” About seeing you jerk off. About my boner…about seeing yours spurt a big-ass load that definitely had me curious last time.
“Are you sure you’re—”
“Yes.”
Ash’s gaze darts to my hard-on.
“See? Very okay. Come on.” I grab his hand, and now it’s me leading Ash, tugging him along toward the house like if we go too slow, he might change his mind.
Ash laughs. “In a hurry, are you?”
“Just being a good big brother.”
“You’re the best brother.”
Totally not going to argue, though considering the situation we’re about to head into, calling each other brothers might not be the best idea.
We turn down Sugar Maple Street, our house the second one down. We’re lucky that the area is full of students from Peach State, who have a partying agreement and don’t ever complain about each other. It can get loud here on the weekends.
I say a silent thank-you after unlocking the door to a quiet house. Everyone should be at school or work. Hell, I should be at school right now too. How the fuck did I forget I had a class? I swear I have Ash-brain. When it comes to him, nothing matters as much as Ash.
I take the stairs two at a time. “We should do this before anyone gets back.”
Luckily, my dick has deflated on the walk over, so I don’t have to explain that to any of the guys.
We head straight to his room. I close and lock the door behind us, in case anyone comes home. “Here.” I start taking his backpack off him.
“You don’t have to take that off. I’m not helpless.”
“I know.” My cheeks heat, and I’m not sure why. “I just like to do things for you.”
“I like to do things for you too.” Ash gives me a grin, and oh, ugh. Why oh why does Ash have such pretty lips? Not that it matters to me.
We each take our own packs off, then stand there looking at each other like a couple of idiots.
I open my mouth, close it, and we burst into laughter, the two sounds dancing together.
“Why are we being weird? You’ve seen me naked. This is nothing new.” Ash pulls off his shirt. He works hard on his body, and it shows. While he’s not as thick as I am, his muscles are hard and compact. He’s lean, every groove of his abs distinct.
I pull my shirt off too.
“Wait. Why are you getting naked?”
I freeze. Oh fuck. Why am I getting naked? No fucking clue. Think, think, think.
“I…wanted to take off my shirt?” I say ridiculously. Ash squints in that cute way he does sometimes, but then just chuckles without calling me on my dopiness. “Where do you usually do this? And get those pants off.” I toss my tee to the floor and make it a point to keep my fucking pants on.
“In the desk chair.”
I nod and go to his backpack to pull his laptop out. I hear noises behind me, and a quiet voice in my head is saying, Ash is getting naked, Ash is getting naked, Ash is getting naked. Of course he’s getting naked. How else is he going to jerk off on camera? What is wrong with me?
I turn around with the laptop, and yep, he’s naked. I’m thicker than Ash, but he’s longer. He’s half hard, his balls plump with the big loads I remember him making. “Wow, don’t even have to get worked up much, do you?” I tease.
“I’m naked in front of a hot guy and about to jerk off on camera. Just thinking about those things gets my balls full.”
I frown. “You think I’m hot? I mean…I am hot. I just didn’t know you thought that.”
“Anyone who can see you knows you’re hot, Col.”
I nod in a way that feels a little dumb, then blurt out, “I’ll be right back,” and leave the room before Ash can say anything. I don’t go far, just to my room, rolling my computer chair across the carpet until I get back to him. “I figure I can sit off camera, but I want to angle it so I can see you, but also what people are saying. I think that’ll help me get it.”