Page 38 of The Step Dare

“Focus, Atlas,” Mila tells him, and he continues working his controller like he’s trying to break it.

“You only have until seven before your date with your stepbro,” Brenner tells Atlas. “And we are getting this boss before you leave.”

I chill with them, and after they finish with their boss, they switch games so I can slip in. I sit next to Brenner, our legs touching. In the past, this wouldn’t have felt like much, but since we started messing around, it feels like everything.

Maybe because even the subtlest touch promises my body that we might mess around again.

That Bren might let me get a go on his ass like I got a ride on Dax’s.

That he would bend over and tell me how he likes it.

That he’d teach me to be a good top for him.

And like what Lance suggested earlier, it’d be so much more fun because it’s him. Because he gets me and tells me what he likes. And even if I fucked something up or made shit awkward, it’d just be a funny thing that happened. And we’d still have fun. I always have fun with him.

“Taylor, where the fuck are you?” Atlas asks as I make my way through the tunnels.

Fuck. I probably shouldn’t be thinking about dicking down my future stepbro’s ass, but here we are.

I refocus on the game.

An hour later Atlas and Mila head out, and I help Brenner with the artwork we bought for the living room—a cool black-and-white piece of a dying welded figurine, about the length of the sofa.

“This is definitely gonna be a conversation piece,” I tell him.

We place the nails into the wall, then grab either side, stepping on the sofa to put the frame onto the nails. Don’t think Brenner even means it, but he keeps sticking that ass out like he’s begging me to get in there.

“Stop checking out my ass,” he says, and I glare at him.

“This coming from the guy who’s been wearing his briefs lower than normal the past few weeks?”

It’s been driving me wild. Brenner loves walking around in his underwear, and it seems like it creeps a little lower each time, revealing just enough of his crack to make me about lose what self-control I have around him.

It’s not like the guy doesn’t know what he’s doing. Every time he catches me staring, he’ll give me a look and say some shit like,Oh, sorry. Did I accidentally give you another boner?As frustrated as it makes me, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fucking love it.

Brenner can tease me all he wants.

“Is it sturdy?” Brenner asks, and when I check my crotch, he laughs. “The frame, you horny fuck.”

My cheeks flush with heat. “Right,” I say, giving a shake and a tug.

He does the same and the frame pops out, making him stumble. “Fuckin’ hell,” he says as the frame pivots and he catches it.

“You good?”

Brenner braces himself on the sofa. “Fuck, that was close.”

“Is the wall okay?”

He glares at me. “You concerned about my safety or our security deposit?”

“Both, but you’re obviously fine.”

He checks the spot on the wall. “The nail must’ve fallen out. Your side still in good?”

I check it. “Yeah. You know once I’m in, I don’t have any issues.”

He laughs. “Just grab the nail and hand it to me. I’ll get it back in.”

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