Page 106 of Hey, Stepbro

Horny dudes cheer around us, but all I can focus on is Blakely—his taste, his touch, and the way he makes me feel alive in a way that no one else ever has.

"God, you're amazing," I murmur against his lips, unable to keep the awe out of my voice.

"Right back at you."

We crush our lips together even harder. Our scorching kiss is fueled by the electricity that crackles between us. As our tongues entwine, more red-hot heat rises within me, spreading through every inch of my body.

Blakely's hips grind into mine. His movements are patient and deliberate, fueled by the intoxicating mix of love and desire coursing through both of us.

As he moves against me, slick pre-cum coats the tip of his cock, evidence of how much he wants this.

"Stepbro," I breathe out, my voice thick with lust, "you're so damn beautiful. Sexy... Perfect."

A flush creeps up Blakely's cheeks at my words, and he looks away for a moment, suddenly shy. But then he meets my eyes again, determination shining in his own. "You really think so?"

"Of course, I do," I tell him, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "I've never been more certain of anything in my life."

"I don't know what I ever did to deserve someone like you."

"Hey." I tilt his chin up so that our eyes meet once more. "We deserve each other. We're a team, remember? And I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Are you two really stepbrothers?" an astonished voice from the group asks.

I wonder if we've crossed a line by being so intimate with each other in public. But as I look around at the faces of our new friends, I see nothing but curiosity, maybe even a little admiration. I glance at Blakely, who seems to be considering his response carefully.

"Yep." Blakely turns around on my lap and faces our audience with a proud smile. "We are."

We may not be a conventional couple, but the love we share is genuine and powerful. I’m glad that we can be open about it with others.

I tighten my arm around Blakely's waist, offering him silent support as he continues to engage with our new friends.

"Wow," one guy says, looking at us with wide eyes. "That's hot."

"Definitely," another chimes in.

I find myself thinking about how far Blakely and I have come—not only as individuals, but as a couple. Only one month ago, our relationship was a secret, something I was too scared to even admit to Justin and Pablo.

And now, here we are, basking in the glow of acceptance from a group of strangers who don't see our love as something to be ashamed of, but rather, something to celebrate.

"Thanks, guys. We’re happy together, and that's all that matters," Blakely says.

The cheers erupt around us, and I chuckle at the enthusiasm of our newfound friends.

"That's super sexy!" one exclaims, grinning from ear to ear.

"Man, if I had a stepbrother like that, I'd definitely be down to fuck," another says, eyeing Blakely with an appreciative glance.

"Same here," someone else drawls.

Blakely turns back to me, his eyes sparkling with need. "Well, stepbro, looks like we'd better finish our show for these studs."

"Are you sure you're up for it?"

"Absolutely. We're here to have fun, right?"

A thrill of excitement courses through me. The thought of showing off our love, of being unapologetically ourselves in front of this group of supportive strangers, is exhilarating.

Our lips meet, and the world around us seems to fade away, leaving only the electric connection between us.

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