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)
Colin growls. “I’d be so mad if you didn’t make it sound so sexy.”
“Let’s take a shower.”
I pry away from him, and we grab our things and head into his private en suite bathroom—a luxury afforded to him since he’s a junior and star athlete. Mere mortals like me must use the communal one in the hall on our floor.
As cruel as I intended to be, I don’t manage to keep from jerking off with him in the shower—that would require willpower I don’t fucking have—and after we clean off, we brush our teeth and throw on some clothes.
When I step out into the hall, Colin snatches my hand and spins me back toward him, his lips mashing down against mine, one hand sliding under my shirt, the other around to my ass.
“Morning, guys,” Payton’s voice comes from farther down the hall, and we part to say good morning before glancing back at each other.
Colin winces. “It’s getting more difficult to feel naughty with you around here since everyone knows.”
“Yeah, last time we left the door open, Payton just walked by and shrugged. Doesn’t really have the same effect.”
As much as I love being out with my boyfriend and everyone in the house knowing about us, I miss some aspects of the sneaking-around-and-in-secret gig. It was fairly exciting and erotic.
“So we’re in agreement,” Colin says. “We gotta start fucking outside Marty’s room?”
I burst into a laugh; my boyfriend always knows how to make me laugh.
“We’ll definitely get a reaction then, but you know, if we can’t do that here, maybe we need to make extra trips to a certain bathhouse in Peachtree Springs.”
Colin nibbles at my bottom lip. “You read my mind.”
We’ve only been that one time. Really, I’ve been perfectly content just fucking around with my boyfriend, and I haven’t really felt like there’s any hurry, since I know we’ll have plenty of time for that.
After a quick make-out session, we head downstairs and find some guys are already in the kitchen. Atlas, Troy, Brenner, Lance, and Taylor—the crew we’re heading to the festival with—lounge around, chatting over breakfast.
“Look who finally made it out of bed,” Troy says as he spots us.
“Leave them alone,” Atlas says. “They’re in their honeymoon period, so they had to get off at least once.”
Troy rests his hand on his chest. “Just once? I hope not. If so, you guys have to get back upstairs.”
“Shut it,” I say, heading to the pantry for my grits.
We fix breakfast, catching up with the guys, when Marty and Payton join us. “Wait, is this our crew for the festival?” Marty asks.
“Yeah,” I reply.
He glances between Troy, Atlas, Colin, and me. “We aren’t crashing some kind of stepbrother double date, are we?”
That gets us all laughing.
“It can’t be a stepbrother double date,” Atlas says. “Brenner and Taylor are coming. And you, Payton, and Lance.”
“Sorry,” Marty says. “Just adjusting to the new normal.”
“Don’t be jealous because you don’t have a stepbro you can smooch on,” Brenner says.
“Well, who the hell needs stepbros when you have frat bros? Am I right?”
Lance chuckles. “Marty, did you just insinuate you want to smooch on other frats?”
“Yeah, it’s called a joke.”
“I’m sorry. I’ve been here for two years, and I didn’t realize you did those.”
“Shut the hell up,” Marty says with a grin.
“I mean, there’s gotta be plenty of that going on in here, right?” Brenner says, sliding onto the stool beside me. “I’m not really a frat type, but all these guys under the same roof… Shit has to be happening behind the scenes.”
“There’s some of that,” Troy says.
“Not as much as you’d think…or hope,” I add.
“That’s not what I heard,” Brenner says. “I hooked up with this guy Dax last month. He’s brothers with someone at Sigma Alpha.”
Dax? Brenner heard something from him?
Colin and I exchange a look.
“We met Dax at TaskFrat,” Colin says, turning his attention to Brenner.
“What did he tell you?” Lance asks.
“That there are some hot guys at Alpha Theta Mu who can get real wild.”
“Did he?” Colin asks.
“That’s all he’d say, so I figure he must’ve had a three-way or some shit like that while in town.”
“Or some shit like that,” I mutter, sneaking another glance at Colin, who’s smirking.
“He didn’t get into specifics,” Brenner adds, “but definitely played on my fratty fantasies.”
It’s nice hearing that Dax didn’t run around blabbing about what we shared. Kind of like we could tell he was the right guy to share that side of ourselves with.
“I felt like everyone was straight when we were freshmen,” Marty says, “and now everyone’s falling out of the closet. We should have a board up on the fridge and just tick off as we steadily lose more and more straights. I feel like Lance, Payton, and I will be the last of the straights by the time we’re seniors.”