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)
Atlas rests his hand against the side of my face, and as I relax into his hold, his thumb strokes my cheek.
“I’m glad you get how hard that was for her,” he says. “And you should be proud. She really put that dick in his place.”
But even in his concern for me, I see something else in that green gaze. “Now it’s your turn,” I say. “How do you feel? About Glen? Be honest.”
I know how I fucking feel about that bastard. That I’d already wrecked my good hand had probably worked out for all of us and kept me from having charges pressed against me.
Atlas bites his bottom lip, his gaze wavering. “Like I’ve been killing myself trying to make it work with Glen for Mom. For years, even when he was a fucking asshole, I kept telling myself that’s what she would have wanted, but after he left last night, I knew if Mom had been in that room and seen his reaction, heard what he’d said about us, she would have told him to fuck off.”
There’s a sparkle as a tear wells in my Titan’s eye. I hook my arm around him, drawing him in for a hug.
“Did it feel as good to shout at him as it did for me?” Atlas asks, making me chuckle.
“It definitely felt good, but yours had that extra kick of I’m sick and tired of this asshole that could only come from you.”
He leans back and says, “I hope Ellie drags his ass in the divorce.”
“You have any lawyers you’d recommend?”
Atlas tilts his head. “Now that you mention it, Glen had a falling out with a powerhouse family law attorney a few years back. Maybe that’s what he gets for making me show up to his stupid parties. I bet Ellie could reach out to him.”
“She’ll probably take you up on that. I can’t imagine Glen making it easy on her.”
His playful expression turns serious again. “Don’t worry, T. We’ll be there for her.”
And fuck, I love that he said we’ll be there for her. That he thinks about our future, and I’m in it with him.
“It’s nice that Mom knows about us now. No need for an awkward conversation about it.”
“Too bad. I was hoping we’d get to have a big surprise coming-out party. I mean, we can still do that. I’d love to send Glen an invite.”
We share a laugh.
“Did you notice his first reaction was that he wanted to know what I did to you?” Atlas asks, moving closer, his hand resting on my waist, then moving around to the small of my back.
“It is kind of your fault. I mean, you started that bet. Little tempter luring me into your deviant sexual ways.”
“Damn right,” Atlas says before stealing another kiss, his tongue making up for the lost time at the hospital.
So wild that we’re able to joke about this already.
His hands grope and fondle me again, and as my cock stiffens, he strokes over my crotch. “Now, T, you know you need to rest after all that excitement.”
“Rest?” I lean forward and take his lips again. “That’s not what I had in mind.”
He chuckles. “What did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking that I wanted to fuck you.”
“Oh really?”
“Gonna have this cast on for a while. Figured I might need to learn how to navigate around it.”
I raise it, and not for the first time, he notices the part over my wrist. After Glen left, maybe as a big fuck-you especially to him, I wrote out Atlas’s name where the cast now covers my wrist henna.
His smile expands.
“You’re probably gonna have to ride me,” I say, “now that I’m wounded.”
“And you’re just gonna have to sit there while I pleasure you with my hole?”
I close my eyes and take a dramatic breath. “God, this will be horrible if that’s going to be our lives for the next few weeks.”
“Riding your cock like my life depends on it, and getting filled up again and again? That would make me some kind of saint, right?”
“For sure! This is my jerking-off hand, and if someone doesn’t get me off, I could blue-ball to death.”
Atlas bursts into a laugh. “Come here, you fucking dork.”
It doesn’t take us long to find our way to the bedroom, where we throw the comforter back and strip down. I lie across the bed while Atlas grabs the lube from the nightstand.
“Are we still using that?” I tease.
“I’m real stressed today, so I’m gonna need it.”
He straddles my waist, kissing me while spreading lube on my cock.
“First dick you’ve taken, and you’re already a pro.”
“Pfft. I was a pro the first time I sucked you off.”
“No lies detected.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” he whispers, his voice full of desire, like he’s pissed that the time in the hospital prevented us from sharing this already.