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)
“Fuck.” I wiggle around in my computer chair, and when that doesn’t help, I press my palm against my dick and give it a quick rub.
“I want you thinking about me, about this. About what you want to do to me all night long. I want every fucking second of your mind to be occupied with all the dirty things you want to do to me. And how you’ll make up for me leaving you like this.”
“Dude. What the fuck? Close the door if you’re gonna jerk off.” Troy sticks his head through the door.
Oops. Ash definitely got his wish. “What are you doing here?” I ask.
“Had to stop by and grab something before I go to TaskFrat Challenge.” He was with Atlas earlier, so he hadn’t been around when Ash and the guys left.
“I’ll dip with you guys. Give me just a sec.”
He cocks a brow. “You’re going to go like that?”
What would he say if he knew I was going this way because it’s what Ash wants? That I know how hot it will get him, which in turn gets me hotter than the surface of the fucking sun? It’s not like Troy would care about the stepbrother thing, considering his situation, but this dynamic Ash and I have going on…well, it’s not your everyday romance.
Romance? Shit? Why the fuck did I think that?
“You let me worry about my dick, Troy. I’ll be getting this taken care of later.”
“Who are you hooking up with?”
I wink, which is cheesy as fuck, but I don’t care. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Nah, I’m good,” Troy teases, making me laugh.
He goes to grab his shit, and I throw on a shirt, adjust my dick as best as I can, then meet him downstairs.
Atlas is waiting for us, all floppy hair and scowl like aways, though really, I’ve learned it’s more an act than anything. Not that Atlas isn’t grumpy—he is. But he also has a big heart he likes to hide from others.
“Why isn’t the challenge here?” Atlas asks when we get outside.
“There’s a TaskFrat committee, and they come up with locations that work based on the challenge. Tonight they’re doing an obstacle course, so they needed the frat with the biggest yard.”
“Fucking frats.” Atlas shakes his head, and yeah, the frat thing can come with its problems, but Alpha Theta Mu and the other Peach State frats are as legit as they come. We don’t fuck around with any of the bad shit. We want to party, have fun, and…okay, now I want to watch Ash participate in his challenges, but that’s only a me thing.
I hear the music playing as soon as we get close to the house. Two guys are standing at the gate, taking cash to let anyone in. I grab money from my pocket and hand it over.
The yard is pretty full already, the course set up. The way they have it planned is one person from each frat moves through all the obstacles, but there are members from every frat at each stop to complete the activity with the main guy. Ash is our main guy, of course, because he’s a competitive motherfucker and good at everything. He’s fast, strong, compact, and smart as fuck. My little bro is the full package, and everyone knows it.
I spot him instantly, my eyes automatically drawn to him. He’s shirtless, while Marty helps him put on his temporary Alpha Theta Mu tattoo. All the guys wear one for their specific frat. Ash doesn’t have his glasses on, and I can’t decide which way he looks hotter. He’s hot no matter what he’s doing or what he’s wearing. Funny how quickly I’ve gotten used to thinking things like that.
He’s in shorts, and the muscles of his arms and chest glisten like they put something on him. My dick begins to throb again. Yep, definitely going to end up hurting myself today.
We stop by a group of people, but I’m not paying attention to anything they’re saying. I can’t keep my eyes off Ash…off his ass. The thought of being inside him, of getting to fuck that perfect peach, has me nearly coming in my pants already. Fuck, I want him.
“You’re Ash Fuller’s brother, right?” My eyes flicker to the girl who asks, Ash’s name the only thing that can pull my attention away from him.
“Yep.”
“He’s really hot. You should hook me up.” She laughs, and yeah, she’s pretty as hell. I’d want to fuck her if I wasn’t into Ash, and she’s his type, but the hairs on the back of my neck rise, an uncomfortable feeling settling there.
“No, he’s…busy.”
He’s busy? What the fuck is wrong with me?
“I can see he’s busy right now. And I don’t want to marry the guy. I want to have sex with him.” She frowns, probably wondering what the hell I’ve been smoking. That makes two of us.