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)
“No one. Not really. It’s just…” He runs a hand through his hair, and this time when he tries to step away from me, I let him. I can tell he’s not going to try and leave again. Troy paces when he’s upset. “I heard Sabine talking to Margot about Mom and Glen…about how they met…and then talking shit about Brandon. Fuck them. They don’t have the right to talk about my brother like that. It’s just shitty. Do they have nothing better to do than gossip about people’s tragedies? They’re at Mom’s birthday party, yet they’re trading stories about how our parents got together and what happened to—” He stops in his tracks, and my whole body goes cold. The way he glances away tells me they said something that’s really going to piss me off, something he didn’t mean for me to know.
“What the fuck did they say?”
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter. They’re assholes.”
“Tell me. Now.” I’m shaking, and I hate that he sees me like this, but if those people said something about my mom, I’m going to lose it.
Troy’s gaze softens, sadness in the chestnut brown of his eyes. “They don’t matter.”
“Fine. If you won’t tell me, I’ll go ask Sabine.” I go for the door, just manage to pull it open before Troy shuts it again. He presses his palm to it, and I know I can pull it open, but for some reason I don’t. His chest is against my back, his breath on my neck, and I nearly fucking tremble. Not because of him, of course, but because of this, the situation. “Tell me. You can’t keep me in here all night, and if you don’t tell me, at some point I’ll go down there and find out.”
“Margot said she heard she killed herself.”
I close my eyes, trying to see anything but red. The shaking is back, and this time, it’s uncontrollable. My insides feel like they’re cracking apart, my head spinning. The thing is, they could be right. We’ll never know, and while I don’t want to believe it, that possibility is one of the reasons I can never forgive Glen.
“I’m sorry,” Troy says close to my ear.
I don’t move. Can’t. If I do, I’m going to go downstairs and tell everyone at this party what I think about them, or I’m going to end up trashing Troy’s room. It’s not a healthy response, I know that, but they don’t deserve to have her name in their mouths. They don’t have the right to talk about my mom like that.
God, I miss her.
“Atlas?” Troy asks, and I don’t know what it is about hearing him say my name again, but I try to jerk the door open. He slams it shut and wraps his arms around me, trying to wrestle me away from it. We hit the nightstand, knocking a lamp off, before Troy manages to tackle me to the bed.
I thrust my body, trying to break free of his hold. He’s straddling me, hands holding my arms.
“You’re not going down there.”
“Fuck you.” I twist and arch up, but all it does is make it so Troy is lying on top of me now. I don’t stop moving, not wanting to hurt him but wanting the fuck out of his hold. When I move again, I feel something firm and thick between his thighs… “You’re hard.” Panic flashes in Troy’s eyes, which is the exact reaction I need. In that split second, I flip us, putting Troy beneath me, my hands holding down his wrists this time. “You’re hard,” I say again, and somehow, this new development has helped to temporarily mask my anger.
“I’m gay, and there’s a man practically humping me. What the fuck did you think would happen?”
I don’t mention the fact that there’s a little action going on in my jeans too. I’m not sure what I think about it, but I’m also not the type to get all introspective about it either. I have enough going on in my head without worrying too much about what does or doesn’t get me hard.
“You thinking about the blowjob that’s never going to happen?” I ask, looking down at him.
“Fucking asshole!” A twinge of guilt twists in my chest, but then he says, “And you are going to blow me, and you’re going to like it.”
The fantasy jerk-off session flashes in my head again, distracting me, and Troy takes advantage, bucking and almost throwing me off him. We wrestle again, and he ends up on top.
“This is what I get for trying to be nice to you? You fighting me?” As I struggle to get out from beneath him, his abs rub against my dick, and we both still.
“You’re… Why are you…”
I’m hard as a steel post from my stepbrother. Troy’s face is close to mine, both of us still frozen before he inhales a deep breath. My heart is beating a million miles a minute because first the dream, and now this, and—