Page 35 of Finding Delaware

Memories from last night come pouring back, and I shift to adjust my morning wood. To be honest, I hadn’t planned on nearly drowning my stepbrother and then jerking him off when I found him yesterday. But life’s a lot easier to deal withif I go with the flow instead of fighting it, so here we are, I guess.

In Huck’s bed. With a massive boner at the memory of the sound he made right before he came.

Jesus. What the fuck had I been thinking?

Well, that’s just it. Ihadn’tbeen thinking, had I? Not with the right head, anyway. One look at Huck’s glowing skin and damp curls was enough to push me into insanity, apparently.

What’s wrong with me?

He mumbles something in his sleep, moaning low, and I feel it go straight to my balls.

I’m horny as fuck right now. Did I like what I did to him last night? Hell yeah. Hottest experience of my life. Never given a handjob before, but the way he turned to putty in my hands tells me that I did just fine.

If the roles had been reversed, though? If he’d been the one to slip his hands into my pants instead?

Pulling my cock out, I stroke myself slowly next to Huck’s sleeping body, imagining his hand instead of mine. I picture him gripping me, his lips on mine like I was the answer to his salvation. A bead of precum forms at my tip, and I roll my thumb over it as the fantasy in my head changes. I see Huck on his knees now, kneeling with my cock in his mouth, those big brown eyes looking up at me while I thrust into his throat—

The asshole chooses that exact moment to let loose the loudest snore I’ve ever heard in my entire fucking life.

Growling in exasperation, I tuck myself back into my sweats before yanking the pillow out from under his head to smack him with it. “Shut the fuck up, Huckslee.”

He snorts, slowly opening his bloodshot eyes. “Taylor?”

His voice is low and husky from sleep, doing nothing to help the situation in my pants right now.

“Morning, princess,” I smirk at him, watching as he rubs the crusties from his long lashes and slowly sits up. He blinks around the room dazedly, confused as hell, and I bite my lip at how adorable he looks. Of course, he’s still in his swim trunks because dressing him in jammies was way too much for me.

“What are you doing in my room?”

Trying to get off, which you rudely interrupted.

“Iwassleeping,” I drawl, “but your loud-ass snores woke me up.”

He stares at me blankly, and I can almost see his gears turning beneath those tousled curls. “You slept in my bed?”

“Well, yeah. You were pretty out of it last night when we got home. Wrapped your arms around me like an octopus and wouldn’t let me leave.”

Bit of an exaggeration, but it’s true for the most part. He had my hand in a vice grip and kept mumblingdon’t leavein a way that seriously freaked me out. I only meant to stay with him until he fell asleep, but I ended up passing out myself not too long after.

A frown pulls at his brows. “Got home?”

“Yeah. From the pool.”

The look he gives me makes it seem as if I’ve sprouted horns, and a sick feeling churns in my stomach.

“What pool?”

“What do you mean?” I sit up quickly, my heart kicking up in my chest as I scoot closer to him. “You don’t remember the pool?”

He shakes his head quickly as if to clear it. “The last thing I remember is texting you in the cafeteria.”

What the fucking fuck.

“Are you serious right now?” My hands fly to cup his face, pulling down his bottom lids to look at his eyes, real fear closing my throat. “That was four days ago, Huck.”

Shit. Shit shit. This is bad. Did I cause some kind of permanent damage?

Bile rises in my throat as the pulse pounds in my veins. The room spins, and I do weird shit, like check his gums and feel his forehead. I don’t even know what I’m looking for, but panic is seizing my lungs. The corners of Huck’s lips twitch when my fingers find his pulse point, and I pause when a grin slowly spreads across his face. Before I know it, he’s doubling over in a fit of laughter.

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