Page 84 of The Step Don't

“Fuck, Colin.”

“If you say so.” He pushes his hard cock against my ass, and I feel his smile against my neck. He reaches around, feeling my cock, which is a semi now, but as he plays with it, I get even harder.

“You’re not getting any dick unless we get the fuck up and get ready.”

“Cruel Ash.”

“Damn right.”

“I can be cruel too,” Colin says before biting down on my shoulder and giving a firm thrust against my ass.

My face heats up as hepumps my cock.

“Oh hell,” I mutter. “No, no. We’re being good this morning. And you can spend the day craving this ass…and I’ll give it to you later.”

Colin growls. “I’d be so mad if you didn’t make it sound so sexy.”

“Let’s take a shower.”

I pry away from him, and we grab our things and head into his private en suite bathroom—a luxury afforded to him since he’s a junior and star athlete. Mere mortals like me must use the communal one in the hall on our floor.

As cruel as I intended to be, I don’t manage to keep from jerking off with him in the shower—that would require willpower I don’t fucking have—and after we clean off, we brush our teeth and throw on some clothes.

When I step out into the hall, Colin snatches my hand and spins me back toward him, his lips mashing down against mine, one hand sliding under my shirt, the other around to my ass.

“Morning, guys,” Payton’s voice comes from farther down the hall, and we part to say good morning before glancing back at each other.

Colin winces. “It’s getting more difficult to feel naughty with you around here since everyone knows.”

“Yeah, last time we left the door open, Payton just walked by and shrugged. Doesn’t really have the same effect.”

As much as I love being out with my boyfriend and everyone in the house knowing about us, I miss some aspects of the sneaking-around-and-in-secret gig. It was fairly exciting and erotic.

“So we’re in agreement,” Colin says. “We gotta start fucking outside Marty’s room?”

I burst into a laugh; my boyfriend always knows how to make me laugh.

“We’ll definitely get a reaction then, but you know, if we can’t do that here, maybe we need to make extra trips to a certain bathhouse in Peachtree Springs.”

Colin nibbles at my bottom lip. “You read my mind.”

We’ve only been that one time. Really, I’ve been perfectly content just fucking around with my boyfriend, and I haven’t really felt like there’s any hurry, since I know we’ll have plenty of time for that.

After a quick make-out session, we head downstairs and find some guys are already in the kitchen. Atlas, Troy, Brenner, Lance, and Taylor—the crew we’re heading to the festival with—lounge around, chatting over breakfast.

“Look who finally made it out of bed,” Troy says as he spots us.

“Leave them alone,” Atlas says. “They’re in their honeymoon period, so they had to get off at least once.”

Troy rests his hand on his chest. “Just once? I hopenot. If so, you guys have to get back upstairs.”

“Shut it,” I say, heading to the pantry for my grits.

We fix breakfast, catching up with the guys, when Marty and Payton join us. “Wait, is this our crew for the festival?” Marty asks.

“Yeah,” I reply.

He glances between Troy, Atlas, Colin, and me. “We aren’t crashing some kind of stepbrother double date, are we?”

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