The Step Dare (Peach State Stepbros #3)

Chapter 29

29

Taylor

T oday’s been a whirlwind.

I thought the Piece of Shit would be the biggest shock of the day, but then to come back and discover that not only had Brenner told Mom and Keith about us, but he’s in love with me.

That was a lot.

And also…just what I needed.

I do love Brenner, something I felt in my soul as I told the Piece of Shit how important Brenner is to me.

And as if finding out about Brenner’s feelings wasn’t enough, it touched me how understanding and caring Keith was, being there for me the way a father is supposed to be there for family. Being the sort of dad for me that I never knew.

It was like the Piece of Shit’s master plan to mess today up backfired and wound up bringing us all closer together.

The only thing that sucks is that Bren and I barely have time for a quick blowjob—because apparently, I was lucky—before we rush to get changed into our suits, then get to work to pull this wedding off, since we have to make up for the lost time when everyone was searching for me.

Fortunately, despite the Piece of Shit’s attempt to foil Mom and Keith’s wedding, the ceremony goes off without a hitch and the reception is a blast.

By that evening, when Brenner and I finally manage to slip away to our room, I’m looking forward to some private time, since the whole day has been about navigating our families and the gossip that came up when they found out who showed up to ruin the big day.

“You look too fucking hot in this damn suit,” Brenner says, undoing the buttons of my jacket as our hotel room door closes behind us. “Could barely focus on the vows because this thing was getting me all stiff.”

“You think I didn’t notice?”

“Please.” He grabs at my crotch. “I saw you getting a semi too.”

I mean, can’t deny that. “I like you in a suit. Aside from the rare dance or school function, the most dressed up you get is your work apron.”

“It’s true. This isn’t really our thing, which is why we need to get out of these clothes like five minutes ago.”

We tear at each other’s clothes, struggling more than usual because there are so many fucking buttons that we’re not used to managing. And suspenders, and what the fuck kind of murder weapon is the buckle on this belt supposed to be?

When I manage to get his shirt pulled off his shoulders, I realize… “Wait, we gotta unbutton the cuffs.”

“Jesus Christ, there’s more to this thing? Fuck it.”

Bren moves forward, taking my mouth, his breath fresh with mint and vodka as his tongue teases mine. I forget about our desperate attempt to get out of our clothes and just enjoy the way he tastes and being close to his body again. It hasn’t even been that long since we’ve messed around, but it feels like for-fucking-ever.

As his mouth travels to my throat, his expert tongue stimulating my nerves, I roll my head back, savoring the sensation.

“Fuck, Bren,” I say as his lips trail down my body, along the open placket of my shirt, as he makes his way down my torso in broad, wide, tongue-filled kisses.

When he’s on his knees, his face at my crotch, Bren repositions to manage with his shirt. His cuffs are restricting his movements, but he’s able to unfasten my fly and pull down my pants with my boxers.

“Let’s make up for lost time,” he says before taking me into his mouth.

I moan, keeping it down since we have so much family staying in the hotel, and they don’t need to hear me calling out their newest relative’s name while we’re messing around.

Brenner worships my cock with those skills he’s perfected over the years, before rising to his feet. He searches behind him before saying, “Where the fuck are these damn buttons?”

While he’s looking for them, a burst of inspiration moves through me. I hook my arm around his waist and legs and scoop him off the floor.

“The hell, Tay?”

“I honestly didn’t think this through,” I admit since I can only take short steps with my pants still around my ankles. But I really play it up, make like I’m carrying a fucking boulder. “I knew you should have only had one slice of cake.”

He bursts into a laugh as I lay him on the bed, his hands still bound by his cuffs.

He had his chance to pleasure me, so it’s my turn now.

I crawl onto the bed, sucking and licking at his happy trail, moving up with one sweeping lick until I reach his chin, which I nibble at.

“Mmm,” he says.

“I kind of like you being all twisted up under me like this,” I confess as my dick gets stiffer than usual.

“Now here’s something new,” he says, desire in his eyes.

I crawl down, unfastening his fly and dragging his briefs and pants down, exposing his stiff cock. I lick along the shaft, letting my lips graze his flesh.

“Fuck, Taylor,” he mutters.

I work his cock the way he’s taught me to tease and play with him, until he says, “Get the lube, Tay. I want you to fuck me.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” I say, practically leaping off the bed.

But apparently, in my excitement, like a real dummy, I forgot that my pants are still around my ankles, so my move to get off the bed leads to me just rolling right off.

As I hit the ground with a thud , Brenner says, “Tay?”

Now I’m laughing my ass off, and as I roll and look up at him, I see the worry in his expression shift into a relieved smile.

“Damn, guess you wanted to fuck me that bad,” he jokes. “This ass must be as incredible as I always knew it was.”

I kick my shoes off, pull off my pants and boxers, then remove my shirt. Brenner kicks off his shoes and pants and briefs, but I say, “Don’t you mess with those cuffs.”

I grab the lube from my bag and rejoin him in bed, though I’m still blushing and chuckling from my epic fail.

“It’s okay,” Bren says as I lie alongside him. “I’ll still let you fuck me.”

“Out of pity?”

“Eh, I think that’s what you do for the guy you’re in love with.”

My cheeks warm again as I gaze into his eyes.

Like when we agreed to be boyfriends, something’s shifted since we shared those words. Something subtle, but I see it in the way he looks at me. There’s a confidence in me about what we share, how deep it is.

“I love you, Bren.”

His adorable smirk perks up. “We said that already.”

“Yeah, but…I really like saying it.”

His smirk stretches into a grin. “Well, in that case, I love you.”

I feel the truth of his words in my fucking bones, vibrating through my being.

He offers a tender kiss, adding to the sensation.

I roll on top of him, and he fans out his arms as much as the cuffs will permit so I can rest my arms on either side of him. Our cocks stroke alongside each other as we take each other’s mouths. When we finally manage to pull away, I gaze into his eyes and say, “You think fucking is any different when you’re in love?”

“Only one way to find out.”

I lube up, and Brenner lifts his legs so that his ass is on full display for me. I crawl between his legs, lining up my cock with his hole. “You’re the one who showed me how to do this.”

I see the pride in his smile as I push the head in, and he moans as his body opens up for me, letting me in inch after inch. I lean close, placing my arms at his sides as I manage to get the last of my shaft fully inside him.

“I taught you well, didn’t I?” Bren reaches up, clearly having to fight against the fabric binding his wrists as he rests his hand on my cheek.

“I hope you plan on teaching me more.”

“I think it’s time for the student to become the master. Maybe we learn some things together.”

I lean back, grabbing his wrists and guiding them toward the headboard. He shifts to allow the back of the shirt up, and pulls his other arm up, clearly knowing where this is going. I bunch the shirt up so the cuffs are over his head, making sure he’s locked in place as I thrust gently. His body vibrates under me as I watch him reveling in the experience.

As I build into a steady pace, I lean down, and he eagerly welcomes my kiss.

Wild to think we went from what felt like exciting but silly blowjobs, when I thought it was just for fun, to having a threesome where he showed me how to work a man’s body, to being here with him, feeling physically and emotionally like I’m giving him my all.

The shirt is a fun treat, but after we really get going, I unbutton the cuffs, and we work our way through different positions, Brenner getting his turn to top.

Feels like this isn’t just a fuck—this is what it means to make love, to celebrate being in love with each other.

We wind up with me on my knees at the headboard. Brenner pushes in from behind me as sweat drips down my body. It’s stunning what we’ve been able to do, working off what adrenaline remains from the day.

As his cock gets in deep, heat flares in my cheeks.

We share a kiss, my head turned toward him, my mouth refusing to part from his as he speeds up, and before I can even say it, he says, “You’re getting close.”

Because he knows me that fucking well.

But he’s not the only one.

The way he’s moving, the fullness of his cock inside me, I can confidently say, “You are too. Do it. Give it to me, Bren.”

His thrusts are broad and powerful as he grips my cock and strokes me.

Our rhythm is so in sync. Just right, and I swear I can feel him swell just before his body works through the familiar pattern that assures me he’s coming inside me. And it’s enough to build that final swell in me before I break free, calling out, surely louder than I should, as he pumps the cum right out of my shaft.

We exhale into each other’s mouths before catching our breath.

I chuckle, surprising even myself.

“What?” he asks.

“Who would have thought Quiet Taylor and Chatterbox Brenner would fall for each other?”

“Quiet Taylor? I’d say that was pretty loud. I wouldn’t be surprised if there are complaints.” He licks at my lips, then nestles his face against mine. I can feel his sweat mixing with mine as he kisses my neck. “You have no idea what you’re in for.”

“What do you mean?”

Still balls-deep in me, filling me with that cock, he whispers against my flesh, “I am going to love you so good, you’re gonna have to always up your game to even get close to what I give you.”

I snicker, though I can’t deny the emotion that moves through me at the suggestion.

And I can’t help myself. “Consider it a dare.”