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What is it about this scent that gets to me? Is it that sweat-and-musk smell? Or is it because it’shissmell?
What am I fucking doing? Why do I have his shirt and photo in bed? Why am I jerking off to this?
I close my eyes, and a greedy fantasy seizes me. Atlas on his knees, begging me to come on his face, letting me mark his pretty cheeks. Licking some that gets on his bottom lip.
It’s never gonna happen, but I’m stroking faster, my balls tightening. I take another whiff of his shirt, feeling like a real creeper as my shaft firms in my grip and—
“Troy, oh shit!”
I roll off the other side of my bed before calling out, “Colin!”
“Ooh, somebody should lock his door.” He’s got a huge grin on his face.
“Somebody should knock.” I retrieve my phone so there’s no chance he’ll see whom I’ve been thinking about.
“Watching hot porn?” He heads in, not at all freaked out by the state he found me in.
“Yeah, porn.”
Atlas-face porn.
“Me and some of the guys were gonna go for Vietnamese. You in?”
“I think I’m gonna finish up here, but thanks.”
He beams. “Okay, let me know if you need help. I’ll send someone over.”
“I’m perfectly able to get my own help, thanks,” I remind him before he leaves, closing the door behind him.
As I look down at my phone, at the image of Atlas, there’s only one thing going through my mind: this could be a problem.
12
Atlas
Each day weget closer to Troy’s test, the strange tingling at the base of my spine increases. It’s annoying as shit because there shouldn’t be any tingling going on anywhere inside me, and definitely not when it comes to my stepbrother. He’s gotten into my head, and I don’t like it…only, I also do like it, which makes everything even more confusing, and annoying, and pisses me off. So when I get out of bed on Test Day, I’m in a crap mood.
The first thing I do is pluck my cell off my nightstand and shoot a text to Troy.
Me: You ready to lose?
It’s a little fucked because while I want to be the one to win this bet so Troy participates in the auction, I also want to see Troy succeed. The fact that I actually kinda like him makes everything in my life more frustrating, and clearly, there’s a long list that does that. Aren’t I just in a peachy fucking mood today?
And maybe there’s a part of you that really wants to end this day with his dick in your mouth.
I groan into the empty room just as my phone buzzes in my hand.
Lil Stepbro: Not gonna happen. I’m trying to decide if I want you on your knees for me while I’m standing up…sitting down…lying on a bed with your mouth on my cock… So many possibilities.
His words make my traitor dick twitch.
Lil Stepbro: Oh look, I left you speechless.
Heat scorches up my spine. Goddamn him. I’m off my game today.
Me: Sounds like something you’ve been thinking about a lot. You want me, lil stepbro. Probably have for a while now. How many times have you jerked off thinking about me?
I watch my phone, my pulse speeding up while I wait for his response. This shit with Troy is so fucking wrong, we shouldn’t even be entertaining it, but maybe that’s what I like about it the most.
