Page 46 of The Step Don't

He’s a naughty cat dad.

This is what the past few days have been like since wemessed around in the car—touching and caressing each other discreetly, waiting for Marty to notice and say,“Oh my God, you weren’t fucking kidding!”

As much as I love this game, I’m pissed Colin’s in the better position to grope me.

His thumb strokes back and forth, his hand creeping lower. I push my ass back for him, savoring his touch, since I feel like I’ve been starved of it all day because of a stupid fucking essay.

“So who did you get to babysit that cat?” Marty asks.

“Do you know Miranda from Phi Kappa?” I ask. “We’re friends from Math League in high school.”

Marty’s expression twists up. “Someone not interested in seeing all the frats of Alpha Theta Mu make asses of themselves in skimpy outfits? There’s a first.”

“I think her girlfriend understands why that’s not really her thing.”

“Oh, right,” Marty says. “Guess that was a shitty assumption for me to make.”

“Don’t worry. We expect it from you,” Lance teases, which makes Marty burst into a laugh.

“Fucker.”

“Colin, will you be coming tonight?” Lance asks.

“I hope I’ll be coming.” He gives my ass another squeeze. All this attention on my ass is new.

I glance over my shoulder, and he sports a smirk.

Don’t suggest anything you wouldn’t follow throughwith, Col.

Marty pushes to his feet and glances over the bar, making Colin pull back his hand.

My heart sinks.

“Looking for something?” Colin asks, sounding annoyed that we were interrupted.

“Where the fuck did Payton put all the gin?” His gaze meets mine, and he winces. “Jesus, Ash, you’ve been getting some sun. Need to up the SPF.”

I glare at Colin, who knows why my cheeks look like this, and he gets a good chuckle out of it before my phone buzzes. Miranda’s arrived, so I take Frat Cat out to her, giving her the info the vet tech provided before handing him off with his crate. Then I get back to the guys.

Colin and I manage to keep our distance and focus on helping out rather than messing around, and after we all finish up, Lance gives me and the other TaskFrat guys a fifteen-minute warning.

Fifteen minutes—that’s all I fucking need.

I tail Colin, who acts surprised by his stalker before slipping into his room and making like he’s about to close the door on me, but as I push in, he’s all smiles.

I kick the door all the way open behind me and tackle Colin, forcing him back onto his bed.

“Fucking ass,” I say as I mount him, straddling his leg, placing my hand against his crotch. I check thedoorway before rubbing him firmly. “Making me get all hot and flustered in front of the guys…”

His gaze cuts to the door like he’s waiting for someone to walk by, then turns back to me.

“And after not spending any time with me all day,” I say like the greedy fuck I am.

He closes his eyes, resting his head against the mattress. “Fuck,” he mutters.

His crotch is a rock already, and I slide my hand under his waistband.

We’re in plain view. Anyone could come in at any moment and see us.

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