Page 21 of The Step Dare

Dax would totally be the type to experiment with Taylor. The thought makes my skin prickle with annoyance, but I figure that’s just because I don’t know the guy well enough to trust him with my best friend.

“Are you going to go get cleaned up to hang with Mila?” he asks.

Oh yeah. Shit. I forgot. “For sure. Have fun with the guys.”

“Have fun with Mila,” he replies, and I walk out of the room, grumpy for a reason I don’t understand.

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Taylor

“Lance, get it!Get it!” Payton shouts as Lance bounces the basketball past another frat, sprinting across the Alpha Theta Mu driveway, and when he reaches the basket, he jumps, hitting the ball against the backboard before it sinks in the net.

I know that’s called a thing—a layup?

Whatever the hell it was, my fellow skins are going wild as they high-five, fist-bump, chest-bump.

This really isn’t my vibe.

I’m not sporty or fratty, but since Atlas started dating jocky Alpha Theta Mu’s Troy Locklear, we’ve become closer to a lot of the frats, like Lance. They’re actually pretty cool, so I don’t mind getting out of my comfort zone and hanging with them occasionally. Especially because it sort of forces me to let go and enjoy the moment.

After all, that was the whole point of coming over here—to get my mind off my stepbro. Not really my stepbro,yet, but considering our parents are engaged, we basically are.

He’s probably gonna fuck her.

It’s a thought I’ve had one too many times since I arrived at Alpha Theta Mu.

Who is this Mila person anyway? I mean, I know what Brenner’s told me about her. She’s an art major, rock-climbs with friends, playsFortniteandWitcher 3, and enjoys jogging.

But now I’m actually gonna meet this girl he’s told me so much about, more than he tells me about most of the people he wants to screw.

Not that it should matter. Not like I meet up with every guy or girl Brenner hooks up with. Still, now that I know what that mouth is capable of on a dick, I can’t stop thinking about what he must do to a pussy.

Fuck you, Bren. You show me how good it can feel, how hot it can be to have you swallowing me, and now leave me fucking stranded.

We agreed not to mess around—for a damn good reason—but it doesn’t change how it feels in my gut.

Whatever. Enjoying Brenner swallowing my load isn’t enough to fuck with what our parents have.

“Nice shorts,” one of my fellow skins tells me, and I notice the bulge I’m sporting.

This is all Bren’s fault. Of course, I can’t fucking say that to anyone.

I release a nervous chuckle, and the guy fixates on me, his brow creasing. Is he expecting an explanation?

“Just, uh, been a minute since I’ve…”

The hell?I was gonna sayjerked off, but I stop myself because it’s not true. It’s really just been a minute since Brenner has milked the cum out, and I don’t know that I’ve ever had so many boners just walking around as I do now.

Also Brenner’s fault.

For whatever reason, my comment catches the guy’s attention, and he won’t stop looking at me. But as the game starts again, fortunately, I go back down before anyone else comments.

After our game, I chill with the frats around the front yard. We still got that good Georgia heat, so even the shirts havebecome skins, and some of the girls from the nearby sorority are heading this way, their timing almost too convenient.

I settle on the front porch steps, grab my vape from my bag, and take a drag.

Before I started hanging around Atlas’s frat friends, I wouldn’t have felt comfortable around a bunch of bros and jocks, but they’re not bad, and I realize that maybe I had some bullshit stereotypes in my head. That frats aren’t different from oddballs like Bren and me.

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