AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Yeah, it was alright.” Attempting to bite back my smile, I shrugged, heading over to the fridge to grab a drink. Inside, though, I was buzzing, on a high that only music could provide. And maybe a bit of the buzz was from his proximity. Why did I have to be attracted to my fucking stepbrother, of all people?
“High praise from you.” The voice was so close behind me that I jumped, and when I turned around, Cole was right there, his grin widening as his eyes met mine.
Our gazes connected, and it was like time fucking stopped. My heart was pounding, and I could feel the heat of his body as he stepped even closer. When I let go of the fridge door handle and turned to face him fully, his smile dropped, his soft lips parting. The desire to kiss him was almost overwhelming, even more so than it had been at the club. My dick was already hardening in my jeans as his darkened eyes held my gaze, and I knew he was going to be aware of it at any second, but this time, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
What were we doing?
“Cole,” I whispered helplessly, and it broke the spell. He blinked, inhaling a shaky breath before taking a large step back. Then another, and another, until the kitchen island was between us.
“I’m glad.” He cleared his throat, attempting to get rid of his sudden low rasp that went straight to my dick. “I’m glad it went well. Really glad. I’ve…I’m, uh… See you later.”
Then he bolted from the kitchen, leaving me alone, but not before I caught sight of the outline of his erection in his joggers.
My dick throbbed as obscene thoughts played through my mind. I wanted my stepbrother, badly, and I couldn’t deny it any longer.
I wanted Cole to fuck me.
Fucking hell.
Something had to give.
Soon.
14
Rubbing at my eyes, still half asleep even after a shower, I stumbled into the kitchen. Coffee. Need. Coffee.
My sleepiness was gone in an instant as I took in the person who currently had his back to me, swearing at the coffee machine while he slammed his fist down on the counter. “Fuck’s sake! Why won’t you just work, you stupid fucking piece of shit?”
I would’ve smirked at Huxley’s frustration, but I was too busy running my gaze over the lines of his bare back, down over his tight ass, currently covered in a pair of loose cotton shorts, and down those lean, muscled legs. Sexy as fuck.
I gritted my teeth.
Thou shalt not ogle thy stepbrother.
As I drew nearer, with Huxley still unaware of my presence, occupied with wrestling with the machine, I noticed that there were two mugs set out on the counter. The same blue-and-white chipped mugs that we’d used when I’d made him the hot chocolate.
My heart fucking skipped a beat, and it made me do something that I knew was completely, one million percent ill-advised, but I didn’t stop. I came up behind Huxley, planting my hands on the counter on either side of his arms and caging him in. He jumped a little, a gasp falling from his lips as his swearing stopped mid-tirade.
“Having trouble with the coffee machine?” I kept my voice low, and Huxley shivered against me. Fucking hell, he was so tempting. I’d never allowed myself to entertain thoughts of just how hot he was before now…okay, that was a lie, but right here, today, all my defences were gone, and my cock was in charge, apparently. “Need a hand?”
“Uh, yeah.” He cleared his throat, leaning into me just the tiniest bit, and I took the invitation for what it was, pressing against his back. As we’d established, my cock was more than interested, already hardening in my boxers, and he was going to become aware of it any second. But neither of us moved, and he cleared his throat again. “Yeah. Fucking machine.”
I laughed softly, balancing on the balls of my feet and angling my head to peer over his shoulder. His hair, still a little damp from his own shower, tickled the side of my head as we both looked at the machine. “Okay. First thing. You need to turn it on.” Flipping the switch to the On position, I heard the familiar beep, followed by a whirr as it came to life.
“I should’ve realised that,” he muttered. “I’ve never… My dad bought this machine for your mum. We had one of those pod ones before.”
“It took me a while to work it out,” I reassured him, forcing myself to focus on the machine and not the way his back was so warm against my chest and the way my dick was pressing against the delicious curve of his ass. “Uh, so. Next thing. You attach the milk frother—” Good, he’d already filled it. “—and then you pick the coffee you want on this bit here.”
His finger swiped over the LED display, his head rolling to the side just enough that my lips would be brushing against his skin if I angled my own head any further. “Latte?”
“Is that what you want?” My head turned, my lips connecting with his skin in the barest touch.
He shivered again, subtly pressing back against my dick. He moved his hips in a small, circular movement, and I had to bite down on my lip to stop a groan from escaping.
His words came out low and raspy as fuck. “It’s what I was going to make for you.”
I really, really wanted to kiss him. To do way more than kiss him, if I was completely honest. To yank down those shorts and bend him over the kitchen table, pounding his tight ass with my hard fucking cock—
