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)
“And you like the perks, don’t you?” Colin asks. “Get over here and let me give you some of my mint chocolate.”
As I lean toward him, he shoves a spoonful in his mouth, and I pull back, bursting into a laugh.
Yep. Same old Colin, for sure.
We finish the ice cream, hit the movie, then head back to the frat, winding up in Colin’s room. He attacks me with another kiss, pushing me up against the wall by his desk, his tongue tasting of the mints we popped after the movie.
When he pulls away, he says, “Well, the baby’s got a sitter, so maybe we shower and then snuggle up, watch some Netflix?”
“Is this your sneaky way of trying to keep me here to do naughty things with you?”
“I’m sorry. I assumed you knew I was gonna do naughty things with you before we snuggled. Because as much as I’m eager to fuck you in front of a crowd, tonight you’re all fucking mine.”
He sounds so fucking greedy for me. I love it.
“Good. Wouldn’t have it any other way,” I say, and Colin beams.
“I had a really good time tonight. You really know how to date the fuck out of a guy.” He winks, feeling so slick for sliding that in.
Hope he looks just as full of himself when he’s sliding something else in later.
18
Colin
“Can you show me that play again?” Amelia, one of the girls who takes my football lessons, asks.
It’s almost over for the day, and I find myself bummed about that. I hadn’t realized how much I need this. It’s a welcome break from school and my job at the law office. Not that I don’t love what I do or not looking forward to what my future holds. Law is definitely what I want, but I’ve always been in love with football too. I’m not good enough to go to the pros, but I hope to keep football in my life, even if it’s just doing things like this.
“Of course,” I tell her, though I’m not sure why she’s asking. Amelia has the best head for football in these lessons. She sees the field in a way most kids wouldn’t at her age—girl or boy.
I go over the play again, explaining what her teammates are supposed to do and then how she makes sure to get them the ball, and unsurprisingly, she nails it.
“Thanks, Coach Colin!” She sends a smile my way.
I tell the kids to practice it again, just as my phone buzzes. I tug it out to see Ash’s name on the screen. It immediately makes me smile, and not for the first time, I’m grateful he’s in my life. How lucky were we to end up with a stepbrother who became our best friend? And on top of that, the benefits are fucking incredible.
When we fucked after our date the other night, we’d done it standing up in front of the window, me whispering in his ear how fucking good he is for me, how hot he is, and teasing about someone seeing us—Marty or one of the other guys driving up to the house, and there I was, fucking my stepbrother at the window.
My load had been similar to the ones he shoots, my balls so fucking full for him. It had been the perfect end to a perfect night. The best date of my whole life has been with my stepbrother. Hell, it feels like I’ve been dating him maybe even longer than I realized.
Ash: We gonna bang tonight?
I grin. How can I not? Everything about Ash makes me feel good.
Me: Yep. We’re gonna fuck too.
“Why are you grinning at your phone so much?” Amelia asks, my face immediately flaming as I shove my cell into my pocket.
“Was that your girlfriend?” Jacob asks.
“He doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Amelia snaps, then looks at me. “Do you?”
Um…what is happening here? Our conversations at practice have never gone this direction before. “No. I have an…Ash…” I have an Ash? What the fuck does that even mean? He’s my stepbro. My friend. My favorite person. I felt all these things before we started hooking up, and it’s all just intensified since. But it’s not like I can tell them that, even though Ash does feel like he’s mine. Like he’s always been mine, even before I let myself see it.
“What’s an Ash?” Oscar asks.
“He’s my person. Can we talk about football now?” That’s a whole lot easier than dissecting my feelings with a bunch of thirteen-year-olds.
“Amelia has a crush on Coach Colin!” Oscar teases.
“I do not!” She charges him, and I have to bite back a smile when she tackles the little shit. Oscar is a good kid, but sometimes he likes to give Amelia a hard time. I guess today she’s retaliating.
“Okay, that’s enough.” I pull them apart before Amelia kicks Oscar’s ass. She totally would too. “Practice is over for today. Do you two want me to talk to your parents about running laps before you go?” A fact about me when it comes to kids and animals—I’m all bark and no bite. There’s not a chance in hell I’m making these kids run extra laps, but they haven’t caught on to that about me yet.