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)
That’s not what I expected.
“It’s okay,” Colin says. “Even though Ash and I were really hooking up, we were joking when I called you, so you didn’t miss a moment to be there for me.”
Marty takes a breath—maybe the first decent one since he approached.
“You’re good, bro,” Colin confirms.
“Very good,” I add.
Marty smirks. “Good. Just wanted to be sure.” He starts to head off, but stops, turning back to us. “Also, I think someone needs to clean the litter box. I can smell it.”
Well, can’t expect him to be a totally different person all of a sudden.
Colin and I sneak a look to each other as he slips away.
We enjoy another song before Troy steps in front of the media console. He lowers the music and raises the wireless karaoke mic. “Thank you, everyone, for making it today, but it’s time for our guys to head off now.”
“To the honeymoon suite!” Lance calls out.
I turn to Colin. “Oh, God no.”
“That’s right!” Troy says. “Time to get upstairs to your suite, which is the room without gerbils because they don’t need to be traumatized when you consummate your boyfriendship.”
The guys make some oohs to really play up the drama. “And by the way, Col,” Troy adds, “apparently I still need to return that spare key to you from last semester when I swung by to grab your phone while you were at work.”
He winks, and Colin mutters, “Fucker.”
Colin glows with a grin as the guys cheer us on. And I guess we just gotta give in.
“Well,” I say, “if we’re going to the honeymoon suite, then I should probably carry you.”
Colin winces. “You carry me?”
“I’m obviously the one with superior strength, so it makes more sense.” I go for it, hooking my arms around him like Colin does whenever he scoops me up. I make what I feel is a decent effort, but then just grab his legs, straining until he goes on his tippy toes. The room erupts with laughter, and when I set Colin down, his face is about as red as mine as he tears up from laughing so hard.
“Act like we meant to do that,” I tease, and he rolls his eyes before sweeping me right off my damn feet.
The guys are hollering with excitement again, Lance barking like a dog as Colin and I ascend the steps.
We thank the guys, and when we get to the second floor, I say, “You can put me down now.”
“Uh-uh. I gotta take you all the way to our love nest.”
“I think we’ve had enough cringe for the day.”
“I feel like we are just one giant cringe at this point.”
As Colin approaches his room, I nab his keys from his pocket, and once we manage to coordinate getting the door open, we discover what the guys have done to his room.
There are more decorations—hearts and roses and petals across the bed.
“Frat guys do know how to decorate, that’s for sure,” Colin says as he carries me into the room, tossing me down on the bed so I bounce. He hops on the edge, and my body bounces again with the mattress before he rolls over, getting on top of me, his lips crushing mine.
I don’t know if it’s because of how sweet it was that he thought to have a boyfriendposal for me too, or because of how awesome our friends are, or because we’re finally away from the guys and I get him all to myself, but I’m frisky as fuck. Nibbling and biting. We roll around, and when I’m on top of him, I pull up his shirt, kissing down his chest.
“As much…as I love…the guys,” I say between kisses, “I love this more.”
I take his nipple between my teeth, then lick, but then I miss his fucking mouth, so I return for another kiss, when I notice his head angled down as he looks at me, not like he’s enjoying messing around, but like something’s on his mind.
“What is it?” I press as I crawl over him, gazing down at his pretty mug.
“What is it…” He drags that out, suggesting what’s supposed to follow.
“What is it, boyfriend?”
Colin’s smile returns, and he reaches up, resting his hand against my face. Instinctively, I lean into his hold. “Remember when our parents first got together?” he asks, and I nod.
“Mom was still really struggling with the divorce. We both were. Not about Dad and Lauren, or even because Mom was in love with him and wanted to stay married, but that the fantasy we all had about our family would never be real. I remember when Dad started bringing Lauren around, I saw how he would light up again, and I felt this pain. And then I felt guilty for that. I love my dad. I wanted him to be happy.”