Chapter 11
11
Taylor
“I don’t get it,” Lance says. “I thought we had a great night, and then she tells me she’s not vibing with me.”
After my last class of the day, I bumped into Lance and Ash, and they invited me to hang with them at the student center. I was planning to do some deliveries before heading home, but it’s been a minute, and it’d be nice to catch up with the guys. And I’m glad I did, since apparently, Lance isn’t having the best day.
“I’m just glad you’re dating again,” Ash says. “You took so long to recover after Shannon.”
“I know, right? I don’t know that I would have been able to push myself if it hadn’t been for you and the guys, but now I’m starting to think, ‘Why even bother?’”
Ash winces. “You get very attached very quickly. I think because you and Shannon fell hard within a couple of dates, you expect it to be like that again, and that’s not how it works. Taylor, back me up here.”
“I don’t think I can have much of an opinion on this. I haven’t been on a date since…it would have been last spring.”
“Really?” Ash says. “Like you haven’t even had some fun?”
“Uh…”
That’s not what I was saying, but I should’ve known that if anyone would probe, it’d be Alpha Theta Mu’s resident whiz.
He and Lance perk right up.
“Oh, do tell,” Lance says. “Who’s the mystery girl?”
I chuckle nervously because I sure as hell can’t tell them about what my life looks like right now.
About what Bren and I did at the start of the summer and continued through the cruise.
And then the other week when Bren and I were going at Dax’s ass, which was an unbelievably good time. Fun, frisky, and both were great at making me feel comfortable and then like some kind of sex god. And the way Brenner’s eyes were fixed on me throughout, like he was so impressed with how I topped… I still get a semi just thinking about that night.
“There’s no mystery girl,” I say with a laugh.
I’m sure I could trust Lance and Ash with this, but it’s not really anyone else’s business, and I’ve enjoyed this being my thing and Brenner’s—assuming Brenner’s big mouth can keep any of this quiet, that is.
And now I’m thinking about that mouth again…and all the things it can do to me.
“We’ll ask nicely once more,” Ash says, “and then we’ll just ask Brenner and he’ll tell us more than you’d ever want us to know.”
Ash winks. I know he’s just playing. He’d never go behind my back, any more than Brenner would say something I genuinely didn’t want anyone to know.
“There’s no girl,” I insist, since I can be honest about that.
Ash’s expression turns suspicious. “So someone’s been playing the field. Learning Brenner’s tricks?”
He’s more on the nose than he could possibly know. “You could say that. I’ve just been having fun.”
Lance’s jaw drops. “Seriously? You like, don’t even talk and girls are throwing themselves at you? I have to get like seven rejections before one finally says yes.”
“Seven?” I ask. “That seems like a lot.”
“I get nervous,” he says, somewhat defensively.
“Yeah,” Ash says, “because you’re already thinking about heading down the aisle with them, and they’re just wanting what’s in your pants.”
“I’m not that bad,” Lance says. “I just don’t get the whole hooking up. I’m more of a relationship guy. I like sex when you know the person. When you get them and they get you, so it’s not just the mechanics, like you’re trying to simulate something hot from porn. You can make a cheesy-ass joke during or be a little goofy, and it’s fun. There’s an intimacy to it. And look who I’m telling this to. The guy who gets to fuck around with his stepbrother-boyfriend every night.”
“Every night? Seriously?” Ash says, his expression twisting up. “Sometimes we have to wait until the morning.”
His lips tug into a mischievous smirk as Lance glares at him. It’s clear that Lance is jealous of Ash’s setup with his stepbro, and I must admit, I feel a twinge of envy too. It’s much worse having to go home to your future stepbro you can’t fuck no matter how much you may want to.
“I get it,” I tell Lance. “There’s something nice about knowing a person who really gets you in a way other people don’t. It’s definitely not the same as a one-night stand, which can be fun. But it’s not the same.”
That’s how it is with Brenner. We’ve been friends for so long, I can’t imagine anyone getting me more than he does. And it doesn’t hurt that he has plenty of experience pleasuring guys.
Yeah…I definitely haven’t minded benefiting from that either.
Lance and Ash exchange a look.
“What’d I say?” I ask.
“For a guy who doesn’t talk much,” Ash says, “I feel like you’re saying a lot today.”
“Huh?”
“It sounded like you were playing the field,” Lance says, “but now it sounds like she’s someone you either dated in the past or maybe a friend.”
Fuck, I really have said too much.
“It’s just—”
“You don’t have to share anything,” Ash says. “Trust me, I’m the last to judge, since Col and I kept our relationship a secret from even our best friends in the house before we said anything. Just be glad it’s not something like you and Brenner hooking up.”
They share a glance, enjoying a laugh, which buys me time to gulp and stiffen my expression to not give anything away.
Fortunately, the conversation shifts to school and then my mom’s Pinterest boards with her plans for her wedding, and I get their opinions before heading out to do some deliveries.
After I’ve made my daily goal in tips, I return to the apartment, where I find Mila, Atlas, and Brenner on the sofa, shouting to each other as they battle a boss. The place stresses me out less since we’ve had a chance to get most everything set up. Although, we’re still waiting on some new furniture and artwork to make the place look more like a home and less like Dorms 2.0.
Mila mashes her thumbs on the buttons of her controller as she directs Brenner to, “Strike! The head! The head!”
“Where the hell do you think I’m trying to hit him?” Brenner asks.
Despite feeling a hint of jealousy when Bren first introduced me to Mila, it’s worse now that they’re buddies. It was one thing if he just wanted to hook up with her, another if he wants her to replace his best friend.
“Hey, man,” Brenner says. “That new artwork came earlier if you want to help me put it up in a bit.”
“Sure.”
“What the fuck?” Atlas says. “We could have helped you with that.”
“Focus, Atlas,” Mila tells him, and he continues working his controller like he’s trying to break it.
“You only have until seven before your date with your stepbro,” Brenner tells Atlas. “And we are getting this boss before you leave.”
I chill with them, and after they finish with their boss, they switch games so I can slip in. I sit next to Brenner, our legs touching. In the past, this wouldn’t have felt like much, but since we started messing around, it feels like everything.
Maybe because even the subtlest touch promises my body that we might mess around again.
That Bren might let me get a go on his ass like I got a ride on Dax’s.
That he would bend over and tell me how he likes it.
That he’d teach me to be a good top for him.
And like what Lance suggested earlier, it’d be so much more fun because it’s him. Because he gets me and tells me what he likes. And even if I fucked something up or made shit awkward, it’d just be a funny thing that happened. And we’d still have fun. I always have fun with him.
“Taylor, where the fuck are you?” Atlas asks as I make my way through the tunnels.
Fuck. I probably shouldn’t be thinking about dicking down my future stepbro’s ass, but here we are.
I refocus on the game.
An hour later Atlas and Mila head out, and I help Brenner with the artwork we bought for the living room—a cool black-and-white piece of a dying welded figurine, about the length of the sofa.
“This is definitely gonna be a conversation piece,” I tell him.
We place the nails into the wall, then grab either side, stepping on the sofa to put the frame onto the nails. Don’t think Brenner even means it, but he keeps sticking that ass out like he’s begging me to get in there.
“Stop checking out my ass,” he says, and I glare at him.
“This coming from the guy who’s been wearing his briefs lower than normal the past few weeks?”
It’s been driving me wild. Brenner loves walking around in his underwear, and it seems like it creeps a little lower each time, revealing just enough of his crack to make me about lose what self-control I have around him.
It’s not like the guy doesn’t know what he’s doing. Every time he catches me staring, he’ll give me a look and say some shit like, Oh, sorry. Did I accidentally give you another boner? As frustrated as it makes me, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fucking love it.
Brenner can tease me all he wants.
“Is it sturdy?” Brenner asks, and when I check my crotch, he laughs. “The frame, you horny fuck.”
My cheeks flush with heat. “Right,” I say, giving a shake and a tug.
He does the same and the frame pops out, making him stumble. “Fuckin’ hell,” he says as the frame pivots and he catches it.
“You good?”
Brenner braces himself on the sofa. “Fuck, that was close.”
“Is the wall okay?”
He glares at me. “You concerned about my safety or our security deposit?”
“Both, but you’re obviously fine.”
He checks the spot on the wall. “The nail must’ve fallen out. Your side still in good?”
I check it. “Yeah. You know once I’m in, I don’t have any issues.”
He laughs. “Just grab the nail and hand it to me. I’ll get it back in.”
While he keeps the frame up, I hop down and do a quick search, but I can’t find where it fell. The box is on the sofa, so I grab one, and as I do, I notice my face is just inches from that ass.
The one that’s taunted me since we moved in together.
The one he’s teased me with.
The one that my cock desperately wants to spend some time with.
I lick my lips.
“Well, well,” Brenner says, glancing over his shoulder. “What have we here?”
“Shut up.”
“Maybe you should put the nail back in for me.”
“You were able to do it before, so I think you can do it again.”
“Really? I suddenly forgot how I did that. Maybe if you stand up and get right behind me, you can get your hips real close to my ass and put the nail back in the hole.”
He wears a wicked smirk, and though this is total bullshit, it’s also kind of hot.
I step onto the sofa and slide in behind him. He pulls down the frame so I can see the hole, and as I push the nail in, he says, “Yeah, just like that. I got my nail in first, and then you stuck yours in. Remind you of anything?”
I chuckle. “Can’t imagine what you could be referring to.”
He pushes his ass back against me. “Just right in the hole. You know how it goes. You’re a pro now. I made you a pro.”
Funny as his comment is, it doesn’t keep me from getting hard as fuck against that tight ass. He rolls his hips subtly, and I close my eyes, reveling in the sensation, allowing my fantasies to break free. Thinking of how much I just want to yank his pants down and have my way with him—
“The nail in the hole,” he reminds me.
“Stop distracting me.”
“It’s called dickstracting, and it happens to be something I’m good at.”
I shake my head and insert the nail. Then Brenner positions the frame, sliding it back into place.
I’ve finished my part, so I should step off the sofa, but I keep my crotch tight against him, and he keeps moving his hips, massaging my stiff erection.
He glances over his shoulder at me, and I recognize that hungry look in his eyes. He’s not his jokey, playful self. There’s a determination to it, and I move quickly, taking his lips again. As soon as they meet, there’s that burst of charge, like that first kiss we shared, though so much more explosive since we’d deprived ourselves of this for too long. I wrap my arm around him, tugging him closer, thrusting against that ass as I moan into his mouth.
“Fuck, Taylor,” he manages to say after a kiss.
I lean back, then thrust against him again. “You’ve been teasing me with this ass for weeks. It’s so fucking mean.”
“How do you expect me not to show it off when you look at it the way you do?”
“We said we wouldn’t do anything. For our parents. We can’t think with our dicks on this.”
“You’re right,” he says before kissing me again.
I push him toward the wall, and he places a hand beside the frame to brace himself as my hands get to work, pulling down his athletic shorts, exposing that gorgeous ass.
“I just want to see it,” I say.
Just another lie I tell myself.
“You’d like the view better if you pulled down your pants too.”
He’s not wrong, so I undo my fly, pull down my pants and underwear. My cock springs free, and I run it between his ass cheeks, telling myself this is totally fine.
Not breaking our rule.
Not at all.
“God, you’re so fucking hard,” he whispers.
Even the way he’s talking right now is getting me going, and I thrust. “You want it inside you? Is that why you’ve been fucking torturing me?”
“You know I do.”
There’s a release in my chest, the freedom that comes from being reminded how much he wants me too.
He licks into my mouth, and I say, “We have to stop.”
“Yeah, we do,” he says before offering another kiss.
I grab hold of his ass, gripping firmly.
“You know you want to, Tay. You also know I’m great, and it’s been a while since I’ve bottomed, so it’d be nice and tight for you.”
“Dammit,” I say, grunting as I struggle against the intense, feral desire overtaking me.
I have to have him.
He’s mine to fuck.
Knock. Knock.
Brenner and I turn at the same time toward the door.
“I’m killing whoever that is,” Brenner says before kissing me again.
I refasten my fly, he pulls up his shorts, and we answer the door. It’s Atlas, who forgot he’d brought his own controller over. He takes it and leaves.
Brenner and I stand by the door, cooled down a bit, but still sporting intense erections.
“Glad we stopped before anything happened,” I lie.
“Yeah.” I know Bren well enough to know he’s lying too.
“I should probably do some homework.”
“Same.”
“Feels like I’m the one doing all the talking now. That’s your thing, isn’t it?”
“Uh-huh,” he says, cracking a smile, and we share a laugh.
In the moment, when we were fixing the frame, our cocks took control, but now that I can think straight again, I remember what a shit idea it would be to selfishly cave.
“Our parents,” I remind him.
He nods. “Yeah. That was a dumb slipup.”
“I agree.”
“Bound to happen. Just…I’m gonna go to my room now.”
“That’s a good idea.”
I kind of wish he hadn’t said that. I would have loved to get him back on the sofa and finish what we started.
I head to my room, knowing we did the right thing, but really wishing Atlas hadn’t interrupted so I could have dicked down my future stepbro.