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I blush. "Thanks."

Brock leans in for another kiss, but before our lips can touch, we hear something rustling in the bushes nearby.

"What the hell?" Brock mutters, his eyes flicking towards the bushes.

Suddenly, a figure jumps out from the foliage, and I let out a scream. Brock immediately steps in front of me, shielding me from the stranger.

"Who are you?" he demands.

The stranger steps forward, and I can see that it's a woman. She's dressed in a black leather catsuit, complete with a whip at her side.

"I'm Catwoman," she says, a smirk playing on her lips.

Brock rolls his eyes. "Please. This is a college campus, not Gotham City."

Catwoman just laughs. "You two must be going to the dress up party at the LGBTQ+ Student Union. Right?"

My jaw tumbles to my feet. "I totally forgot about that!"

Brock smirks. "I know what we're doing tonight."

When Catwoman leaves, Brock pulls me close, his hands roaming over my body as he leans in to kiss me again. The cool air only seems to heighten the heat between us, and my toes curl as his lips move against mine.

It's like we're the only two people in the world, lost in our own little bubble of passion and desire.

As we break apart, Brock looks down at me with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Come on," he says, taking my hand again. "Let's go cause some trouble."

CHAPTER14

BROCK

Well, I can't say I've ever been to a superhero party before. Especially not a gay one, but I didn't mind.

The LGBTQ+ Student Union is pretty fucking lit. I had a blast, and it was even more fun when Waxley, Blakely's friend I ran into at the coffee shop, showed up in a petite Robin costume. What a twink. If any of the guys on the team, such as Justin or Pablo, were into guys, they'd pick up Waxley any day of the week.

Right now, Blakely and I are snuggled up in bed, the moonlight flooding in through the window. Our costumes are hanging up in my closet, and our naked bodies are entwined.

Our dads are away on a vacation tonight that my dad's company he works for, Nightingale Pharmaceuticals, paid for. It's an all-expenses paid trip to Honduras complete with five days of sun, sand, and a full board.

Dad's company has always been good to him, and it'd have to be, because he's worked there for nearly ten years. I'm glad they're sponsoring some quality time between him and Blakely's dad.

Although I have heard about those rumors in the news lately… the ones where they settled wrongful death suits because they knowingly peddled addictive substances. I hope there’s no truth to them.

"You kicked ass at the party tonight." I draw a circle on Blakely's slender back with the pad of my thumb. He's so precious, so needy. He makes me wish a storm would blow through Riverside so I could keep him safe in my arms.

Blakely grins. "I was with my people. It was easy."

"Clearly, you were in your element."

"I love hanging out with those guys. They're so accepting and open-minded."

"I'm glad you have them," I say, leaning in for a kiss. "But you know you always have me too."

Blakely hums against my lips, his arms wrapping around my neck. "I know. And I'm grateful for that, stepbro. Thanks."

We kiss, our bodies moving together in a slow, sensual rhythm. The heat between us grows, and I know it won't be long before we're lost in each other again.

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