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)
“First of all, how did you know that’s what I was talking about? And second, did you forget you’re straight?”
I drop my head against the back of the seat and close my eyes. “Clearly, I can’t be totally straight. You get my dick hard, Troy. That doesn’t happen between two straight guys.”
“But how…when… You know what? Hold that thought.”
He pulls into McDonald’s, and instead of going inside, heads for the drive-thru. He doesn’t need to ask what I want, which is typical for Troy when we go to McDonald’s, automatically getting me a ten-piece nugget, medium fry, and a Sprite, followed by his own order. Before I know it, he’s paying for our meal, getting the food, and driving away. “Where are we going?”
“Shh.”
“I’m not allowed to talk at all? I thought I just had to be quiet about the sex we had and whether I’m queer or not.”
“Nope. Everything. I can’t focus on you and drive right now.”
“But—”
“Shh,” he says again, and I can’t stop the laugh falling from my mouth.
“Whatever you say, lil stepbro.”
“You’re still talking.”
“You’re still replying.”
This time he ignores me. I watch him drive, which is a little weird, but don’t stop until he pulls into the lot by the greenway. Troy parks toward the back, under a tree, where there aren’t any other cars.
“Can I talk now?” I tease.
“Yes.”
“Were you trying to get me alone?” I pump my brows, and he rolls his eyes.
“I’m trying to be serious here for a minute, okay? I just… Have you been with other guys?” When I chuckle, he shakes his head. “I don’t know what’s so funny.”
“This whole conversation is about jealousy?”
“Jesus. No.” He takes the food bag from me, removes his own, then dumps the fries and the nuggets into the bag together, the way I always do. When he tries to hand them to me, I don’t move for a moment, struck…I don’t even know the word…stupid, I guess, that he would automatically do that for me. There’s no one in my life who pays enough attention to know how I eat my McDonald’s and then cares enough to do it for me.
Which means I should offer him something too, shouldn’t I? That’s the way people-ing is supposed to work. “You know I haven’t been with a guy. I told you that was my first BJ before it even happened.”
“That doesn’t mean you haven’t gotten your dick sucked by a dude, or jerked off, or fuck, a hundred other things.”
“Nope. I save my practicing for you.”
He stills mid-bite, holding his burger up to his mouth comically, and I can’t help but laugh again.
“I never know if you’re being serious or not. All I’m trying to say is, I’m here if you need to talk. No matter how confusing our relationship can be sometimes, you can always come to me.”
My heart starts doing the salsa or some other fast dance. The damn thing is beating too fast, and I don’t know why or how to stop it. What he said is…sweet. No one is sweet to me, and I’m not sure how to respond to it. “I’m not having a crisis about my sexuality. You get me hard. I like sucking your dick. I guess I’m bi. The end.” Reaching into my bag, I pull out a nugget and a few fries, biting into them together.
“Like?” He quirks a brow.
Shit. Damn it. Oops? “Liked. Past tense.”
We’re quiet for a moment, both of us eating, the silence not uncomfortable, and…maybe filled with curiosity?
“I liked it too,” Troy says.
“No shit. I had some of your load land on my face.”
He looks at me and grins in this way that feels similar to beating his chest in pride.
“Of course you like the thought of marking me.”
Troy blanches. “What do you mean of course?”
“You marked my ass once with your name, and now my face with your jizz. Don’t have to be a math genius to know one plus one equals two.” My dick twitches in my pants, which definitely isn’t supposed to happen. He can like marking me, but I’m not supposed to think it’s hot. “We should change the subject before you end up with another hard-on.”
“Projecting again, I see.”
I shrug and eat some more food. Troy does too as I watch the trees in front of us rustle in the wind. My mom loved windy days. She would lie in the yard and just watch the leaves move, while they sang her a lullaby. I miss that…looking out the window and seeing her.
“So, the volunteering?”
“Veto,” I cut him off.
“Dude, you have no problem talking about my cum painting your face, but you can’t talk about volunteering?”
I run a hand through my hair, having known this was coming. “I can’t do this with you, T. It’s why I don’t want anyone to know. It’s…mine.”