Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
He moves closer, until his face is inches from mine, and whispers, “Maybe I should just shout out about what a big fat cock my lil stepbro has. You think that’s what everyone wants to know about?”
My cheeks are burning as I search around, waiting for someone wide-eyed and terror-struck by what they’re overhearing to say, “Why are Ellie and Glen’s boys talking about cock?” Fortunately, everyone seems too preoccupied with their conversations to notice Atlas’s inappropriate comments.
“Like you even know anything about that.” I can’t bring myself to say dick right now.
“We’ve seen each other’s junk. At the very least, I know you remember when I dared you to skinny-dip in the lake that night in Hilton Head. We know what we’ve got. And we’re in a small college town, Troy. Word gets around fast. I know what you can do with it.”
I believe that much, since I’ve heard plenty about his abilities in the bedroom, enough to assure me the guy has to at least be good at…reading body language.
These aren’t the sorts of things I’m supposed to be thinking about my stepbrother.
“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he says, gesturing as if I needed the reminder.
Dammit, am I really looking at his lips that much?
“Anyway, I need to make my rounds,” he says, and starts off. “But study hard.”
“I can assure you, I’ll be hard the whole time.”
So ridiculous. Like I’d be thinking about him while I’m studying? Imagining him dropping to his knees, taking my cock into his wet mouth as I thread my fingers through those long, wild bangs…wondering what he’ll do with his tongue—
Stop! I’m not doing that.
It’s not the first time I’ve had to keep my imagination from getting away from me, and I’m sure the only reason it gets me going is because I love the idea of him losing this bet and chickening out on his end of the deal. Just winning a football game was enough to make me hard, so winning against him with this would produce a similar effect. Right?
Hey, at least I know I’ll be able to get hard if he does follow through.
Don’t go there!
After making the rounds, I figure I’ll make a quick trip to the restroom. I enter through the back porch door and walk through the kitchen. The place looks empty, like everyone’s out back, but as I’m about to head into the front hall, I hear Sabine’s voice coming from the living room: “This table’s from Noir, so it must have cost a few grand.”
Oh great. She’s giving an unofficial tour of the house. That’d make Glen jizz himself.
I’m about to go on to the bathroom when she says, “This is definitely Glen’s taste, but Ellie sure got lucky. Although, not sure luck had anything to do with it. You heard how they met, right?”
I halt, my ears perking up.
“I heard it was an affair,” Margot whispers, but clearly not softly enough. “And Glen’s wife…she killed herself after.”
“Oh, no. It wasn’t anything like that,” Sabine says as though giving a firsthand account. “Glen was separated from his wife a long time before she passed. Before he even met Ellie. Don’t believe a word anyone says otherwise.”
Lie. Lie. Lie.
Glen didn’t tell Atlas’s mom shit until the whole messy truth came out. And now Sabine is parroting the lies she’s been told to protect Glen and Mom’s precious reputations. What a crock of shit.
“And it was a car accident,” Sabine goes on. “No one really knows what happened, but Glen says she was really unstable before that. He’d tried to get her to seek professional help, but she wouldn’t.”
Even knowing it’s not true, I wouldn’t have blamed her if she had, since being in this family really fucks a person up.
I don’t need to hear this shit.
But then Sabine says, “Poor Glen and Ellie. You know Ellie has another son, Brandon. He’s quite a bit older than Troy. After her husband left her with two kids, Brandon started going out partying, running with a bad crowd. Experimenting with drugs. She’s never told me what exactly, but given that he’s basically disappeared, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was opioids. Just such a selfish thing, given how much this family was already going through. I’m surprised he hasn’t come back and asked for money.”
Anger pulses through me. How dare she even speak his name? What does she know about my family or our problems? What does she know about Brandon? Nothing.
But a part of me is pissed because there’s some truth to it…too much truth.
I realize my fists are clenched and I’m positioned like I’m about to charge in and state the truth.
About Glen and Ellie’s bad behavior. About Atlas’s mom. About my brother.
But what good will that do? What’s the point?
I swallow my rage.
No, I just need a minute.