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Lil Stepbro: I wish I had time to spar with you, but I have a test to ace.
I chuckle and leave him on read, then go into the shower, where I absolutely do jack off, my bad mood from earlier buried to come out and play another time. Once I’m dressed, I almost grab a banana for breakfast, then think better of it, unsure if I want to put that energy into the air or not.
I head to class. Because my stalker ass knows everything about Troy, I know he doesn’t have Thermo until this afternoon. I head to my Statistics in Sociology class and try not to let my mind wander while my professor rambles on. The fact that I’m thinking about what might happen today makes me twitchy. I keep telling myself this whole thing was just to light a fire under Troy so he could earn himself a B or something, while also getting his help in the bachelor auction.
He’s not supposed to win. He can’t possibly win this, right?
After class, I head to the campus café because I need to get something in my stomach and I skipped breakfast. The first thing I see is Troy with Colin’s Thermo geek little brother, who is probably hoping that by helping Troy with this test, he’ll end with Troy’s cock in his mouth.
Because I’m a dick like that, I grab some food, walk over, and squeeze between them. “Looks like there’s plenty of space here.” There is, in fact, no space, but Ash scoots over.
“Atlas, what are you doing?” Troy asks, his annoyance clear.
“What do you mean? I just wanna hang with my stepbro. Is there something wrong with that?”
He sighs as I turn to Ash, giving him a wink that says I know what he was doing, and yeah, I just nipped that shit in the bud.
Why, though? Why does it matter if Ash flirts with Troy?
Those questions get locked in the vault inside me.
I pluck a fry from Troy’s plate. “Doing some last-minute studying?”
He shakes his head. “You’re such a dick.” But then, as if the worddickdoes something to him, he blushes slightly, and damn, pink looks good on his cheeks…okay…these thoughts need to chill the fuck out. He tries to look around me at Ash. “Sorry for the interruption.”
“Hey, what did I do?” I ask, but they both ignore me.
Ash says, “I need to head to class anyway. You’re ready, Troy. Just remember: I’m a genius, which is why you’re going to ace this test today.”
That isn’t good news if I don’t plan on giving my first BJ.
“I’m heading out too,” Troy says, which I know he’s only doing to get under my skin. I do my best not to let it work. “You can finish my fries.”
Troy gathers his things, he and Ash leaving me alone. Oh yeah, Troy is definitely determined to one-up me today, and damn him for being able to do it.
I eat my lunch and Troy’s fries, then head to my second class of the day. Afterward, I have a four-hour shift at the metal yard, where I keep watching my phone.
Nothing from Troy. I know from hearing him talk about it that his Thermo teacher grades assignments ASAP, so the fact that I haven’t gotten a taunting message leads me to believe he didn’t get an A and doesn’t want to tell me.
As much as it kills me not to text him, I hold off. Troy has a lot more riding on this than I do, and I know he’s going to be disappointed in a different way than me if he loses.
I jump in the shower when I get home, then pull on a pair of sweats. The second my ass hits the couch, there’s a knock on my apartment door, and I fuckingknowwhat it means.
My heart rate revs like I’m giving it too much gas. I could sit here and not answer. I could ignore the door and the inevitable texts and calls that will follow. There’s no doubt in my mind that that’s what Troy expects of me. He doesn’t think I’ll follow through, and it’s that knowledge that will make me end this day with his dick in my mouth even if I wasn’t already curious. I’m not surecuriousis even the right word, but clearly, I’m feeling some weird shit when it comes to my stepbro.
He knocks again, and I school my features, get up, and tug the door open.
“What do you want?” I pretend I don’t know.
Troy’s gaze slides down my bare chest, to my groin, and back up again, making my skin heat up. This is so fucked.
“Excuse me,” Troy says rather than answering, and walks into my apartment, but the cocky smirk on his face is proof that I’m going to be sucking his dick tonight. “I got my grade.”
I close the door. “I figured you did.”
“I decided I want to stand, with you kneeling in front of me, but I’m open when it comes to what room we do this in.”
I cross my arms. Arrogant little shit. That’s usually my MO. “Let’s see it, then.”
