Page 37 of Strictly Curious
Maisy rolled her eyes. “You know what, you’re right. I’m probably just overthinking that.” She stood again, and I wanted to tell her to stay. She never stayed the night. That was way too risky, and I always had to sneak her in here to begin with.
“I’m so sorry, Maisy. I don’t want to take a break.” Maybe it was pathetic for me to plead, but it sucked to lose her over this.
Her eyes welled, and she bit her lip looking between me and the door. “I know, Tyler. But I think it’s for the best. Before feelings get hurt even more. I want to still be your friend at the end of the day and I don’t know if that will happen if we continue like this.”
My throat closed off, and I found myself fighting my own damn tears. Shit, I was losing her over this. God damn it.
Maisy turned and opened the door almost smacking right into Garrett. She stared at him for a moment before he stepped aside and let her out of my room. She silently made her way down the stairs and out the front door. Only the softest click gave it away that she’d left.
I felt like an idiot sitting here in my underwear having just lost my girlfriend and now my stepbrother was staring me down after she tried to accuse me that something weird was going on between us. Sure, we were close. We did everything together, but damn, I had never thought that someone would think there was something more going on.Holy shit, did anyone else feel that way about us?
“Is she okay?”
Garrett’s question snapped me from my thoughts. And I fidgeted with the sheets at my side, trying to think of how to answer him.
“I think she will be. It’s been a weird night.”
He nodded and leaned against the door frame. “Do you need some space?” And suddenly my chest felt like it was caving in on itself. Fuck, I couldn’t stand it that everyone thought I needed space or stupid breaks tonight.
“No, you can come in.”
“Need help changing the sheets or anything?” he asked, pumping his eyebrows playfully.
I frowned and shook my head. He smirked regardless. “Ah, nothing too hot and heavy tonight then?”
I didn’t have it in me to tell him it was never hot and heavy. Even if we told each other everything, this wasn’t just about me. This was about Maisy too. She was hurt enough about all of this. Why did sex have to screw up everything?
Thearmwrappedaroundmy waist pulled me tighter. Ah, shit. Was he hard?
After Maisy had made all those weird accusations last night, maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to let him into my bed again, but I hadn’t wanted to be alone. And just because he was hard didn’t mean anything. Guys got hard in their sleep all the time. Hell, I was hard.
I… was HARD!
Holy shit, where was this when I needed it last night? The warm puffs of breath against the back of my neck made me shiver and my dick twitched in my briefs.
Not good, not good, not good! I needed to get away from Garrett before this situation became even more awkward.
As carefully as I could, I slid from under his arm, and snuck into the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face to calm myself down, my heart hammering in my ears while my dick refused to calm the fuck down. No freaking way was I turned on by my stepbrother sleeping plastered against me. It wasn’t the first time I’d woken up and felt his morning wood, but it was the first time I’d responded this way. Maybe it wasn’t Garrett at all. Maybe I was just all fucked up after last night.
I took a deep breath and turned on the shower. Maybe it was what Maisy had said, getting to me. It was totally normal to wake up turned on, right? Stimulation and all that. God, I was a fucking mess.
I stripped out of my boxers and stood in the shower, letting the water wash over me. None of it was doing anything to calm my dick down, still pulsing between my legs. I cursed because, fuck, why couldn’t the damn thing cooperate last night?
Caving in, I took care of the damn problem, and as I spilled against the floor of the shower I shuddered. This didn’t feel normal at all and I didn’t know what to do about it.
Tyler - Age Nineteen
God,thisfeltweirdleading my ex-girlfriend to my room. She was so confused when I called her to come over to talk. We never sought each other out in this way anymore. It was strictly if we ran into each other at parties.
When we entered the room, I closed the door. Maisy tensed immediately. I wondered what was going through her head about my intentions for this conversation.
I held up the bottle of tequila and wiggled it at her, handing it over. She gave me a tight smile and took it. Maisy clutched it to her chest, sitting on the edge of my bed, and looked around.
“What is this about? And are you going to clear up Toby’s freaky article?” she asked. She slowly twisted open the bottle, taking a sip and handing it over to me. I took my own pull off the bottle, wincing again at the burn.
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, dropping the bottle down to my side. The liquid sloshed inside and this all felt so fucking awkward. How did you tell your ex-girlfriend that she’d been right? That maybe the reason you hadn’t been able to have sex with her was because it turns out you can only get it up for your stepbrother.
“Well…” My voice cracked, the burn from the alcohol probably having fucked with my vocal chords a little. Or at least, that’s what I was going to run with. I pinched my eyes closed and took a shuddery breath. There was no eloquent way to put this. I was going to have to rip off the band-aid and hope for the best.
