Page 90 of Hey, Stepbro

"Thanks, man. Felt good to show them what we're made of," I reply, grinning widely.

In the shower, warm water cascades over my body, washing away the dirt and sweat from the game. My teammates surround me, laughing and joking as they relive our victory.

"Did you see the look on their faces when Justin scored that touchdown?" Jake asks through the steam, his voice filled with amusement. "Your pass was incredible, QB."

"Priceless," I chuckle, shaking my head in disbelief at how well everything went tonight.

"Seriously, though, great job out there," Dave adds, giving me a nod of approval. "You were on fire."

"Guess love really does make you stronger," I muse quietly to myself, thinking of how Blakely's support has given me so much motivation.

"What was that?" Jake asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Talking to myself," I say with a dismissive wave of my hand. I don't want to get into deep conversations about love in the middle of the locker room.

"Alright, assholes, let's get cleaned up and celebrate this win," Mark announces, clapping his hands together.

The team erupts in cheers, and I smile, grateful for both the victory and the love that has fueled it.

I towel off, wrapping it around my waist as I make my way back to my locker.

Right as I'm about to start changing into my clothes, Justin and Pablo sneak up behind me and deliver a resounding smack to my ass.

"Ow!" I exclaim, spinning around and growling at them. "That's enough, guys. From now on, only Blakely gets to touch this fine ass."

Justin grins mischievously, while Pablo raises his hands in mock surrender. "All yours, man," he chuckles before they both leave me to get dressed.

I love that my friends have my back, even when it comes to teasing. But the thought of Blakely touching me sends warmth spreading through my chest, and I hurry to pull on my clothes, eager to see him.

As soon as I step outside the locker room, my eyes land on… him?

Blakely stands by the sidewalk, beaming at me with pride.

He holds a steaming box in his hands—pizza.

The sight of him is like ooey gooey caramel, and my heart fills with happiness.

Not only did he cheer me on throughout the entire game, but now he's bringing me food. Wow. Just wow. He's perfect in every way.

"Hey, you," I say, unable to contain the excitement in my voice.

"Hey, yourself, champ." Blakely grins, his eyes sparkling with pride.

I waste no time. Grabbing the pizza with my right hand, I scoop him up into my left arm and press him against a nearby tree.

Our lips crash together in a passionate kiss, my tongue plunging into his mouth, giving him everything I've got.

Excitement and love fill the air between us, a sweet elixir that fuels my soul.

"Wow, someone's on fire," Blakely gasps, pulling away for a moment to catch his breath.

"Can you blame me? You're incredible, stepbro."

"It's you who was amazing out there today."

Blakely's moan sends a shiver down my spine as I deepen our passionate kiss, the warmth of his breath against my lips intoxicating. He pulls back slightly, his eyes filled with adoration.

"God, Brock, I'm so proud of you," he breathes out, his voice laced with genuine affection.

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