Page 113 of Stepbrother Dearest


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He settled back on his side and let go of my hand so he could reach behind him and turn off the light.

The darkness soothed the last of my inner turmoil and quieted the dozens of questions bustling through my head. Right then it didn’t matter why Graham had asked me to sleep over, all that mattered was that he had.

The bed moved as he rolled over.

I closed my eyes, but instead of falling asleep, I found myself focusing on Graham’s breathing. It wasn’t slowing down, and he kept fidgeting and shifting restlessly as the minutes ticked by.

“You okay?” I asked when he let out a sigh.

“Yeah. Sorry. Just not used to this.” I could practically hear his self-deprecating smile. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.”

“Well, falling asleep is usually at the top of my list when I’m in bed.”

“Smartass.”

“Just forget I’m here. I promise I won’t jump you or make you my little spoon in the middle of the night. You have my permission to kick me if I do.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Silence descended on us. His breathing calmed a bit, and he stopped fidgeting, but I could tell he wasn’t falling asleep.

“It’s okay, G.” I put my hand on his chest. “I can go if I’m making you uncomfortable.”

He let out a frustrated sound. “You’re not. I’m just being stupid.”

“You’re not stupid.” I rubbed his chest lazily. “It’s so weird not feeling chest hair. But like I was saying, just relax and try to forget I’m here.” I pulled my hand away.

We lapsed into silence. I was just drifting off when something warm brushed my stomach.

Fighting my exhaustion, I waited to see what he’d do.

Slowly, Graham pressed his hand against my stomach, then slid it to my hip.

We were on our sides facing each other, and even though it was dark, I could see his silhouette.

Fuck it. Maybe I was reading the room wrong, but whatever. I slid one hand between his legs and gripped his ass. Using his weight as leverage, I pulled myself closer, until we were chest to chest and sharing his pillow.

His breathing picked up, but he didn’t move away.

I pulled my hand free and wrapped it around his waist to tug him right up against me.

“This okay?” I whispered.

“Yeah.” He tucked his face into my neck.

I didn’t mind cuddling, and I’d snuggled with partners before, but never like this.

Being completely wrapped up together should have been uncomfortable, but it felt right. He was so big and strong, yet somehow he fit perfectly against me.

Like he’d been made for me.

He slung his arm over my hip to draw me closer.

“Night, babe.”

He sighed happily and pressed sleepy kisses against my throat. “Night.”

Yup. I was royally and utterly fucked. Did I care? Not a goddamn bit.

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