Page 33 of Pieces of Me

“Jesus, Rylan. Jesus,” Scott murmured over and over. “So fucking good. So good.”

Rylan lay against his chest, boneless, his lips parted against the damp skin of Scott’s throat. He darted his tongue out and took a taste, moaning a little as the salt from Scott’s sweat exploded on his tongue.

“Boys?”

Rylan jerked away from Scott and stood, managing to croak, “Just a sec, Dad,” before grabbing up the discarded towel from earlier and wrapping it hurriedly around his waist.

Scott flung himself off the futon and down on the floor next to his bed as the doorknob turned and Bob poked his head in.

“Oh, I’m sorry, son,” he said, apology in his voice as he took in Rylan clad in a towel. “On your way to the shower?”

“Yeah,” Rylan grunted. “I was―uh, organizing some stuff and I got sweaty.”

“Okay. Where’s Scott?” Bob’s eyes scanned the room, and Rylan didn’t dare look toward where Scott was curled up into a ball between the bed and the wall.

“He―I don’t know,” Rylan said lamely. “He left a few minutes ago. Maybe the bathroom?”

Bob nodded. “When you see him next, tell him not to go anywhere this evening, would you? His mom made a special dinner tonight, and I’d like us all to eat together as a family.”

“Sure. I will,” Rylan promised. “I’m gonna grab my shower, and I’ll tell him.”

“Thanks.”

Bob pulled the door shut behind him and Rylan flew to it, pressing the thumb lock before sagging against it with an exhalation of breath. Scott rose from the floor, grimacing, and Rylan gulped. Scott’s jeans gaped open, the treasure trail on his abs and the slice of pubic hair visible glistening with moisture. He looked decadent…sexy…mouthwatering.

“Shit,” Scott growled, stalking over to Rylan and sliding his hands onto Rylan’s hips. “I wasn’t done with you yet.” He pulled him close, and Rylan wrapped his arms around Scott’s neck. “But that was too close for comfort, man. A minute earlier…”

They both shuddered with horror at the thought, and Rylan rested his forehead against Scott’s shoulder. “Honestly, it would have been worth getting caught, though. That was amazing.”

“It was.” Scott tipped Rylan’s chin up and kissed him. “Go take a shower.” Rylan grabbed his change of clothes and slipped out of the room, his mind racing with everything that had happened.

Wow.

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Scott stood in the middle of the bedroom, clutching his hair. Holy fucking shit. He’d had sex with his own stepbrother, and fuck if it hadn’t been the hottest experience of his life. The sight of Rylan’s body, the smell of his sweat and the rasp of his stubble, the feel of wiry muscle pressed against him…Scott gulped as arousal once again sizzled through him. He groaned, his body tingling. He was painfully erect again, and he couldn’t remember ever being so horny and ready to fuck so soon after coming.

The thought of Rylan in the shower right now, his slender hands soaping that sexy body, fondling and cleaning himself, had Scott grabbing for Rylan’s discarded pair of underwear, still damp from his earlier orgasm. He wrapped them around his dick and exploded into them, his knees weak with the force of the pleasure blasting through him.

He was in so much trouble.

CHAPTER 8

The next morning Rylan slipped out of the trailer extra early and walked up the road to Gabriel’s house before school, enjoying the chill and stillness. The smell of the sea was strong in the air, and Rylan tipped his head back to breathe it in. He’d slept well, and he was eager to tell Gabriel the good news about his clothes.

As he walked, he couldn’t help but think about Scott. When Rylan had gotten back to the bedroom after his shower, Scott was cleaned up and wearing fresh jeans and a T-shirt.

“Don’t want to deal with Heather and her fuckin’ family dinner,” he’d said tersely. “Last time it didn’t go so well.” Rylan flinched, remembering Heather’s nasty words about Scott having an allowance.

Without another word, Scott climbed through the window and disappeared, and when Bob called him to dinner, Rylan claimed not to have seen him at all. Heather made a few comments about “ungrateful brats who didn’t care if she’d slaved over a hot stove all day,” and Bob soothed her, lavishing praise on her for her culinary efforts, which turned out to be a very uninspiring meal of chicken breast, limp broccoli, and mashed potatoes from a mix. At least it wasn’t spaghetti or tacos, though, and Rylan made sure to compliment her too. He knew damn well if he wanted something else to eat, he was more than welcome to make it himself.

Scott hadn’t come back by the time Rylan went to sleep, but when he woke up bright and early that morning, Scott was an unmoving lump under the covers nearby. Rylan stood next to his bed for a few minutes, wondering if the sex between them had really happened or if it was all a vivid wet dream. He hoped fervently it hadn’t ruined things.

Rylan had dressed and set out, and when he reached Gabriel’s house, he lurked outside until his friend emerged, looking miserable in yet another floral sundress. His legs were unshaven, though, and he wore a pair of battered black boots. Rylan smiled at the little rebellion, giving Gabriel a mental high five for his bravery.

“See you after school, Gracie. Have a good day, sweetheart. You look beautiful today, so feminine.”

Gabriel bit his lip and flapped his hand at his mom before trudging to the side of the road to wait for the bus. His unhappy sigh reached Rylan’s ears, and Rylan waited until the mom went back inside, and then hissed, “Hey!”