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“Yeah? What about the part where I don’t do this shit?” Another delirious chuckle escapes. “We hate each other, and I’m straight.”
“Are you?” Cy arches an eyebrow. “Does that mean you’re not going to return the favor?” Cy slides their hand down to adjust the bulge in their underwear. With how tented out the fabric is, it’s clear they’re hard.
The worst part is, I can’t completely deny my interest. Instead, I keep my mouth shut.
“I should’ve figured,” Cy says. “Fine, but it doesn’t change the fact that you were into that.” They stand up from the bed, stretching their arms over the head. The pose arches their back, accentuating the lean muscles of their abs. My eyes trail down to the v of their hips until I’m staring at Cy’s crotch. The thin fabric of their underwear isn’t hiding much. “I’m gonna go take a shower,” they announce. “If you don’t want to talk about it, whatever. Good luck forgetting it was my hand around your dick when you came.”
Chapter Eight
Cypress
My fist strikes forward, slamming into the punching bag. I do my best to picture Theo’s smug face, but his orgasm face pops into my head instead. I hit harder. I don’t know what the fuck came over me this morning. I shouldn’t know what Theo’s O-face looks like. I shouldn’t have still been thinking of it as I jerked off in the shower. This whole thing is so fucked up.
“Damn, you’re gonna hurt your hand swinging like that.” The voice snaps me out of my head. I look over to see one of the other fighters. She’s around my age and just recently started coming here. I think her name is Ames or something. She grabs the bag, holding it steady as I hit it again. “Wanna talk about it?” she asks.
“Nope.” I swing my leg into a roundhouse kick, striking the bag with a heavy thump. My fists make contact withthe bag, but I can’t picture beating Theo’s face in as vividly as I used to. I have no clue where we stand now, but I’ve made things all kinds of awkward.
That’s what I get for thinking with my dick.
I stop when my hands are throbbing. Without saying anything, I switch off with Ames. She punches the bag, doing combos as I hold it in place. I notice Sam off to the side of the room watching us, but she doesn’t interrupt. “Good luck with whatever you’ve got going on,” Ames tells me when we split ways. I head for the locker room, but she moves on to a different part of the gym to continue with her workout.
When I get there, I grab my things and head for the shower. I strip off my clothes, moving under the water. It was easier to just react in the moment. Theo amps me up, and I wasn’t thinking. Making it sexual was just another way to fuck with him. I didn’t think he’d want it and beg me to touch him, or that I’d get so turned on by it. And what the fuck does that mean? The thrill of rendering Theo speechless with lust had me hard enough to pound nails.
The breathy way he moaned the wordstouch me.
My dick twitches with the memory. Theo is an asshole. Unfortunately, he’s a hot asshole, but it shouldn’t be as hot as it was to see him give in to me. I shouldn’t be thinking of ways to rile him up and make it all happen again.What would it take to get him to touch me?
He might claim to be straight, but he wanted what happened. Hell, he kissed me.
I don’t know how much I can call it a kiss. My lips are swollen and cut from the aftermath of Theo’s teeth. I know he did it to shut me up, butdamn.
I wrap my hand around my dick and take a deep breath. This really isn’t the time or place to be thinking about it. I need to finish my shower and get out of here. All the same, it takes a few moments of not thinking about Theo before my dick goes soft again.
I must have some sort of death wish to want to continue pushing my luck. Theo made a good point about us being stepsiblings, but … does it really matter? It’s not like this is going anywhere. He’s so deep in the closet, he’s never gonna admit he liked it. Besides, this isn’t about romance. Theo made it clear he still hates me. That was part of what madeit so hot.
And how fucked up is that? I got off on knowing that my stepbrother might hate me, but I made him hard.
I’m gonna need some expensive therapy.
I laugh at the thought as I get dressed and dry off my hair. My pink car is easy to spot in the parking lot, but I’m moving on autopilot as I make my way home. Part of me is hoping Theo won’t be there, so I won’t have to worry about what happens next. But part of me wants to see him again.
There’s a truck in the driveway as I pull up. Before I can make my way to Theo’s room, I catch a glimpse of workers banging around in my room. Theo’s gone, but I drop my things in his room and head downstairs to find Mom. She looks up from her phone as I walk into the living room. “Hey, Cy.”
“What’s goin’ on in my room?” I ask.
“The workers are ripping out the old insulation. If everything goes well, you should be back in the room by this weekend. Just hang in there a little longer, alright?”
I should be thrilled. I’ll be able to get out of Theo’s room and back into my own bed in just a few days. My heart beats faster, and I bite my lip. The pain reminds meof Theo’s mouth on mine. “That’s great,” I mutter. “I’m gonna get some homework done. I’ll see you at dinner.”
I shut myself up in Theo’s room, taking over his desk with my laptop. I pop my earbuds into place and try to focus on my classwork. It’s easier than thinking about Theo, or what it means that we only have to put up with each other for a few more days. It’s still three days too many. I haven’t seen him since I left the room this morning after jerking him off.
My phone chimes with a new notification, and I glance over to see a message pop up from Eric. We haven’t talked much lately, but I wonder what he would think about the situation between me and Theo. I open the message, reading over the words slowly.
Eric:You busy tomorrow night?
A chuckle leaves my lips. The offer of a booty call couldn’t be more obvious. Maybe I should take him up on it. Get my mind off Theo, but the idea of having sex with Eric doesn’t sound anywhere near as thrilling.
I’m free if you want to hang out. Not in the mood to fuck.
