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“So you enlisted a little genius to help you? Good. You’ll need it.”
“Nervous?”
Atlas arches an eyebrow, and his show of skepticism convinces me that if there’s a way to win this bet, I’ll figure it out.
“Excited, maybe.” He winks. I’m sure he’s messing with me, but he looks serious. “I don’t think I have much to worry about.” He takes another sip of his drink.
“You should buy some really slick lip balm because I want your lips nice and juicy for me.”
“Just admit you’re gonna be devastated when you lose.”
It reminds me of our text exchange, when he mentioned he’d be great at giving a BJ. How could he possibly know that? Is he seriously so full of himself? Okay, rhetorical question.
“Well, if you lose,” I say, “just know, since this is all about grades, I’ll be grading you.”
“And I’ll be eager to receive a perfect score and a follow-up apology for ever doubting me.” He rests his free hand on his chest, as if I’d offended him.
“That’s not gonna happen.”
“Not until you feel my luscious lips around your fat cock.”
I glance around uneasily. It’s one thing to talk in innuendos, quite another to walk around Mom’s party talking aboutfat cocks. “Atlas, keep it down,” I say, my attention drawn to his luscious lips.
He moves closer, until his face is inches from mine, and whispers, “Maybe I should just shout out about what a big fat cock my lil stepbro has. You think that’s what everyone wants to know about?”
My cheeks are burning as I search around, waiting for someone wide-eyed and terror-struck by what they’re overhearing to say,“Why are Ellie and Glen’s boys talking about cock?”Fortunately, everyone seems too preoccupied with their conversations to notice Atlas’s inappropriate comments.
“Like you even know anything about that.” I can’t bring myself to saydickright now.
“We’ve seen each other’s junk. At the very least, I know you remember when I dared you to skinny-dip in the lake that night in Hilton Head. We know what we’ve got. And we’re in a small college town, Troy. Word gets around fast. I know what you can do with it.”
I believe that much, since I’ve heard plenty about his abilities in the bedroom, enough to assure me the guy has to at least be good at…reading body language.
These aren’t the sorts of things I’m supposed to be thinking about my stepbrother.
“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he says, gesturing as if I needed the reminder.
Dammit, am I really looking at his lips that much?
“Anyway, I need to make my rounds,” he says, and starts off. “But studyhard.”
“I can assure you, I’ll be hard the whole time.”
So ridiculous. Like I’d be thinking about him while I’m studying? Imagining him dropping to his knees, taking my cock into his wet mouth as I thread my fingers through those long, wild bangs…wondering what he’ll do with his tongue—
Stop! I’m not doing that.
It’s not the first time I’ve had to keep my imagination from getting away from me, and I’m sure the only reason it gets me going is because I love the idea of him losing this bet and chickening out on his end of the deal. Just winning a football game was enough to make me hard, so winning against him with this would produce a similar effect. Right?
Hey, at least I know I’ll be able to get hard if he does follow through.
Don’t go there!
After making the rounds, I figure I’ll make a quick trip to the restroom. I enter through the back porch door and walk through the kitchen. The place looks empty, like everyone’s out back, but as I’m about to head into the front hall, I hear Sabine’s voice coming from the living room: “This table’s from Noir, so it must have cost a few grand.”
Oh great. She’s giving an unofficial tour of the house. That’d make Glen jizz himself.
I’m about to go on to the bathroom when she says, “This is definitely Glen’s taste, but Ellie sure got lucky. Although, not sure luck had anything to do with it. You heard how they met, right?”
