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)
“Just tying his damn bow tie,” Atlas says, sounding unfazed by everything that just happened.
I notice he’s finishing my tie. I don’t know how he managed to think that fast when my head’s still spinning from how his tongue was fucking my mouth. And my dick is suddenly pissed about having to keep my hands off him until this auction’s over.
18
Atlas
I’m going to fucking kill Colin’s stepbrother.
My fingers are twitching as I stand backstage and watch him bid on Troy, all the shit my stepbro said earlier running loops in my head, and it takes everything inside me not to bid on him myself. I don’t give a fuck how much I’d have to pay because Troy is mine. Well, he shouldn’t be, but he is, at least until we get this shit out of our system.
I’m not sure my dick has ever been as hard as it was when Troy’s mouth met mine, my legs twined around his waist, which was a completely new sensation, especially considering it was a dick rubbing against me and not a hot, wet pussy.
And I liked it.
Too much.
“I knew he’d pull in a lot,” Dixon says from beside me, and for a moment, I consider decking him. I won’t, of course. I’m not that much of a loose cannon, but this whole thing is his fault. If he hadn’t asked for Troy to participate, I wouldn’t want to murder anyone who looks at Troy wrong.
I also wouldn’t have had an excuse to suck his dick, but I’m not concentrating on that truth right now.
“Mm-hmm,” I reply as Ash gets to four hundred and fifty dollars because he thinks that means he’s going to get Troy naked. Fuck that. No one is seeing him naked except me until I decide I’m done with him.
I don’t recognize the other guy trying to win Troy, as my gaze volleys back and forth between him and Ash, from the safety of my hiding spot backstage. I wish I could go out there, but in public events like this, I stay behind the scenes. I don’t want to have to explain how important this is to me to people who wouldn’t understand.
“Five hundred and twenty-five dollars!” Ash says.
The emcee looks from Ash to the other guy, who doesn’t respond.
“Five hundred and twenty-five dollars going once, going twice, sold to the gentleman with the dark-rimmed glasses.”
“Motherfucker,” I grit out, and I can feel Dixon’s frown without having to look at him. “Thought we could get more for him,” I lie because it’s better than telling him I want to fuck my stepbro…or that I want him to test out my holes like he told me he would.
“He’s gone for more than anyone else all night.”
It’s not enough. He’s worth more. He’s mine.
“I have something to do.” I walk away from Dixon and head back to wait for Troy. He’s not supposed to meet up with Ash tonight. Once the payment goes through, Dixon will put Ash and Troy in contact so they can plan their…date.
My muscles tense up at the thought.
I cross my arms and lean against the wall in the hallway, knowing Troy is going to have to pass by me to go back and get changed. It takes him twelve fucking minutes to get there, which is about eleven too long.
“Holy shit! Five hundred and twenty-five bucks! Can you—umpf.” He says the latter as I press him against the wall of the hallway with my body. Troy’s eyes dart around. “What are you doing? Someone might see us.”
Yes, which would be bad, but at the moment, I don’t have it in me to care. “Get your clothes. Keep these on and meet me at my apartment.”
“Right now?” he asks, and I nod.
“Right now. You’re going to finish what you started, T. Don’t stop and talk to anyone. Don’t keep me waiting. You want to shoot at my holes? Get to my apartment.”
I push away from the wall and stalk down the hallway, jealous, frustrated, and confused. But more than any of those things, I’m turned the fuck on. I want Troy, and I’m tired of pretending anything else.
*
There’s a knock at my door less than five minutes after I get home. I’ve been pacing my living room, which is totally unlike me. I school my features before I go to the door to let Troy inside.
“Record time,” I tell him. “You must want my hole real bad.”
“Who’s the one who could hardly wait to get me alone? You didn’t even want me to take the time to change.”
No, no I hadn’t. Bastard. He’s right about that.
“Look who came,” I counter, then grab the front of Troy’s suit, tug him inside, and slam the door behind him. Before he can recover, my mouth crushes his.
“I want you, A. I want every fucking part of you.”