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I nod, except I don't feel a wave of relief wash over me. Right now, I want more.

My teeth sink into my lower lip. Blakely is... intoxicating. His aura, his floral scent, even his brown eyes make a guy go crazy.

Reaching out, I trail my index finger across his jaw. "You look so fucking cute."

Palpable sexual tension fills the air. I don't touch him, but I see his cock lengthen in his jeans, the delicious shaft filling.

Blakely turns to me. His gaze is heavy, his eyes dark pools of desire.

"We can't," he says, but his voice isn't sure.

"Why not?" I ask, my voice low.

He takes a deep breath and steps away. "It's complicated," he says.

I reach out and touch his arm, warmth radiating from his skin. "I'm not asking for anything more than what we both want," I whisper.

Blakely looks at me, and his eyes are full of yearning. He takes my hand and brings it to his lips, sending a shiver through my body.

"What do you want?" he asks.

"I want to fuck you. I want to dominate you in every way, shape, and fucking form. I want to breed you, stepbro. Bend you over and ram my cock inside you. I don't know why because I’ve never wanted another guy before, but I want to possess you. Make you mine."

Blakely lets go of my hand. "You're asking a lot for someone who didn't even realize he liked guys until last week."

"I'll fuck you right here on Dad's kitchen table if you let me. At the very least, I'll suck your cock."

Blakely rams his hand between my legs. He fingers my hard shaft over my jeans, eliciting a moan from me.

"We really have to get to the shelter," Blakely whispers, his lips hovering inches from mine. "But I'm going to leave with a promise, okay?"

"What promise?" I breathe.

"That one day, when you're ready, I'll give you your wish."

"When I'm ready?"

Blakely smirks. Fuck knows why he looks so captivating, but I'm powerless to draw my eyes away.

"One thing at a time." He leans in and snares my lower lip in a kiss. "I'm not about to be some straight boy's plaything he'll forget in a week."

"Blakely—"

He laughs as he threads his fingers through mine. "Come on. We have animals to play with."

CHAPTER7

BLAKELY

Ican't believe it. Not only did I make my stepbrother hard again, but he actually agreed to come and help me out at the animal shelter. I'm still a little shocked. I'm not sure why he wants to spend time with me, but I'm sure glad he does.

Brock seems a little... crazy for me. To say I didn't expect that is a colossal understatement.

The French toast, the boners, the possessive words. It's enough to make a geek like me come in his pants.

The Rainbow Paws shelter is buzzing with activity when we arrive. Brock takes a look at the front sign, then scratches his temple as if the name of the place means something to him, but if it does, he keeps it to himself.

I guide him toward the other volunteers, the cages, animals of every variety, and shelves with basic medical care.

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