Page 21 of Puck My Stepbrother
And I was right.
Our lips met again, mouths opened, and my tongue lapped over his. When our faces all but mashed together, I found myself locked in the most pleasurable kiss of my entire life.
When our lips broke apart, I knew what would come next. Despite his inexperience, Quinn seemed to know it, too.
He pushed away from me, saying, “I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“I can’t do this. I’m really sorry.”
“Quinn, dude, relax. It doesn’t have to be?—”
But he yanked the curtain back and nearly tripped as he stepped out of the tub. Then he snatched his towel, barely drying any part of himself before wrapping it around his waist.
“Quinn,” I said, “bro, I thought you wanted this.”
“I-I-I…”
Of course he’d wanted it. Anyone could’ve finished that sentence. Anyone with nothing to hide, that is. Quinn couldn’t have denied that he’d wanted to take the next step, no matter what he said. But he opened the bathroom door and dashed into the hall, ignoring the erection that tented his towel.
9
QUINN
Itold Jeff to meet me at Spot Coffee on Elmwood Avenue instead of Sweetness this time. Spot was just around the corner from my house, instead of way down the street like Sweetness, but I figured (hoped to God) Levi wouldn’t find me there. Honest to God, I truly felt like my stepbrother-to-be would magically appear anywhere I went.
When Jeff breezed through the door, my racing heart slowed and I felt quasi-safe. You know that expression about being a sight for sore eyes? Well, I felt exactly that way about my boyfriend-to-be. And I needed to think of him that way. Despite it all, I felt jittery, and I’d achieved almost zero sleep the night before. I wasn’t a wreck, but I was still far from the shape I wanted to be in for this.
I watched Jeff at the counter as he ordered his coffee, and I struggled to forget what’d happened last night. Jeff’s smile beamed when he sat across from me. That would keep Levi’s image from my mind, at least for now.
“You weren’t in class today,” he said. “Everything all right?”
“Yeah, well, I had to…”
Had to what? I’d always been a shitty liar, and the pressure to cook up a clever story under these circumstances challenged me. But this was Jeff, not Levi, which made a world of difference. I didn’t have to think of something brilliant to keep him at bay. In fact, I didn’t need to say anything if I didn’t want to.
“I just didn’t sleep well.” I decided telling a shred of the truth was the best course of action. “Lots of tossing and turning.”
“That’s cool. I’ve got notes if you want them.”
“Awesome. Can you email them to me?”
“For sure.”
Small talk with Jeff didn’t usually feel like a chore, but at that moment I could barely think of anything to say to him. I saw Levi’s face whenever I looked at him. I couldn’t deny the things that’d happened last night—or how far those things would’ve gone had I not bolted out of there. As it was, I realized it’d gotten out of hand.
But I wasn’t going crazy. Levi did want me, just like I’d thought. Nothing could’ve cleared that up more than him literally jumping in the shower with me.
In a weird way, I felt guilty. Here I was having coffee with Jeff, the greatest guy I’d ever been around, less than twenty-four hours after fondling Levi Dunn’s cock in the shower.
But it hadn’t been a normal shower. I’d planned for none of that. Levi had blindsided me. And then I realized it didn’t matter. We’d both wanted each another. We’d still been naked together, and I’d wielded the hard-on of the century despite the hell it played on my nerves. At least I’d cut him off before anything more serious could happen.
“You know,” Jeff said, “I’m really enjoying hanging out with you a lot.”
“Same here.”
“And I know we’ve done some fun things together. The Albright-Knox was really cool and everything, but I was thinkingwe could do something else, something kind of low-key. Dinner out together would be awesome.”
