Page 80 of The Step Dare

I don’t know what it is—the way he got me all worked up, or because we’re not just fucking around. That he’s my boyfriend.

Brenner Dean is all mine.

I pry my lips from his, searching around the breezeway. “Obviously not gonna fuck you out here.”

He shrugs. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing we could do.”

“No, we’re not doing that,” I say through my teeth. I take his hand and scramble for my keys. When I get him inside, we hurry into my room, and I push him against the wall beside the door, locking lips.

“Someone’s awfully feisty tonight.”

“Someone made me feisty.” I nibble at his bottom lip, tugging before pulling away, our gazes locked.

“Yeah, so what are you gonna do about it?”

I move quickly for another kiss, and we make out as we clumsily make our way to the bed. I strip down, then remove his shirt and pants, so he’s just in his briefs. I hurry to the nightstand to get lube, which Brenner eyes with a strange expression on his face.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Just had the wildest thought. You remember before I came out to Dad, when we had sleepovers in my room?”

I nod.

“Those nights when we were sleeping in the same bed, never even messed around once.”

“We weren’t attracted to each other back then,” I remind him.

“I mean, not like Ineverthought about it.”

“Perv.”

“You know it,” he says. “We’d sit on the edge of the bed, playing video games with the volume as low as we could so Dad wouldn’t think we were staying up all night.”

“I remember.” I could never forget all the fun we had.

“It’s just wild to think about all those nights we spent together, and that if someone had told me this is where we’d wind up, I woulda told them they were full of shit.”

“Same.”

I reflect on those days when we were just friends having a good time. Laughing a lot. Wanting to hang out as much as possible.

But tonight I want him more than I’ve ever wanted him before.

I want everything he’ll give me, but this time as my boyfriend.

“Have you decided what you want from me tonight?” I tease, and his gaze narrows.

“Working on it. Here, get in.”

He scoots over to make room for me. I slide in beside him, and he moves close, draping his leg and arm over me. His hand gravitates right to my ass.

“That what you want?” I ask.

“Feeling it out.” He gives it a firm squeeze and growls, poking at that fire he’s stirred in me. Then he leans back and slides his hand around to the front, grabbing my shaft and giving a few gentle strokes. “Hard to decide when my boyfriend has the best cock and ass I’ve ever had.”

I roll my eyes. “We both know that’s not true.”

His forehead creases. “Are you kidding me right now? You think you could dick me down into a relationship if that wasn’t true?”

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