Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Not after middle school,” Lance says. “And how did you end up in his room last night?”
As Colin fishes through the drawer for a spoon, he says, “When I got him off the media console, he wanted a piggyback ride to his room. Since he wore his contacts for TaskFrat, he started stressing about falling asleep with his contacts in and dying from an eye infection, so he made me swing by the bathroom so he could take them out before we actually made it to his room. Then he seemed to think I’d taken him to my room, and that he was kicking me out, and no matter how much I insisted that wasn’t the case, he demanded I stay.”
“Based on what I know of you guys,” Lance says, “this is all adding up, especially the piggyback ride.”
I have been known to demand piggyback rides from Colin. It’s just one of those things we do from when we were younger that clearly other people find weird.
“I really don’t remember any of that,” I say.
“I’ve got video.” Colin pulls his phone out of his pocket, keys on it for a moment, then passes it to me. A video plays of me dancing on the console. “Don’t bother asking if my volume is low,” he says, “because that’s you when the music stopped.”
“Oh God,” I say, witnessing the horror.
It’s not like I’m just bobbing around. I’ve got my hands in the air, really cutting up; the camera shifts, and I see the blond hottie from last night glaring at me like I’ve lost my goddamn mind.
“Lance, look who it is,” I say, flashing the video to him.
“That’s the guy!”
“Guess we don’t have to find out his name after all. Colin, we’re staging our deaths and moving to Wyoming.”
“Wyoming?” Lance asks, looking almost disgusted by the idea.
“Yeah, you have to come too,” Colin says. “We can’t risk you telling anyone the plan.”
“He’s right,” I chime in. “It’s too risky. We all have to stage our deaths together.”
Lance bursts into a laugh. “You guys are so strange.”
Admittedly, our senses of humor largely formed around each other since our parents got together, so we have a lot of inside jokes, like staging our deaths and moving to Wyoming when something bad or embarrassing happens. Really, it’s a miracle anyone can understand what the hell we’re talking about.
As I grab my grits from the microwave, Colin pops some yogurt into his mouth, and after swallowing, says, “Bro, you already humiliated yourself in TaskFrat last night. I don’t know why you think the media-console thing is so embarrassing.”
Lance chuckles. “Yeah, we were in a pair of Speedos, tossing dildos into a bin in some weird-ass version of basketball just a few hours before that. That’s the video my parents are gonna see on TikTok and call me about.”
“Hope you’re not too worried.” I set my bowl on the counter. “’Cause they’re probably gonna get that from my TikTok account. We looked hot in those Speedos, so I obviously posted it.”
If only Lance knew, the kind of video he would find embarrassing not only doesn’t bother me, it excites me.
More than he or any of the guys in the house could know.
Or even Colin, which for me, is fucking huge.
“It’s more the acting like a fool afterward in front of the guy I was interested in that bothers me,” I explain.
“And you were definitely acting like a fool,” Colin says, shooting me a look, smirking, and I don’t even try to fight my smile before his attention shifts.
“Troy, Troy, Troy,” he calls out, breezing past me and tackling his buddy. He and Troy have been besties since they were on the same football team in high school.
After a friendly greeting, Troy asks, “Did your brother get with Bryan Crainers last night?”
“Bryan! That was it!” Lance says.
“Greg or Bailey?” I ask.
Lance shrugs. “I was drinking too.”
“A few minutes too late for that,” I say, glancing back at the video.
Troy pulls a face. “What is all this about?”
“Ash thought he went to bed with this hottie from last night,” Lance says, “but when he woke up it was just Colin.”
“No one has ever told me they have woken up with just Colin,” Colin says.
Troy rolls his head back for a laugh. “Oh, wow. That’s great. You are never living this one down, Ash Ketchum.”
Troy’s using the nickname I’ve earned around the house because of how many times I’ve cosplayed as the Pokémon Trainer during Alpha Theta Mu’s themed parties.
What can I say? It’s a simple costume to throw on, and every time I’ve worn it, I’ve gotten some action.
“To be fair,” Colin tells Troy, “considering you’re in a relationship with your stepbrother, do you really think anyone’s gonna take that seriously coming from you?”
“Yeah, how is your brother’s dick, by the way?” I tease.