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Preston pushed up from the piano stool and stretched, his T-shirt riding up enough to give me a peek at auburn hair trailing beneath his sweats’s waistband.
Saliva flooded my mouth, and I tore my focus off him for the lit cityscape beyond him. That dizzying, stomach-churning view, while no longer puke-worthy, was enough of a distraction to keep me from getting hard.
“Ready for bed?”
Fuck.
I scrubbed a hand over my face, wanting to drink a few more beers from Dad’s collection without him noticing. “Yeah,” I rasped, wishing I could snuggle the hell out of Preston rather than lying alone on my own mattress.
He shuffled toward the stairs, and I stared at his bubble butt, my fingers itching to reach out and squeeze his flesh. Trail my fingertips down through his crack. Spread his cheeks wide so I could see how pretty his hole was. Because it had to be. Everything about my stepbrother was mouthwatering and perfect.
We paused in the hallway, strange tension thick between us.
“Mom and Devlin won’t be home for another hour at least,” he murmured, studying the hardwood floor beneath his bare feet. “Want to watch a show or something?”
A curse dragged through my brain, but I rasped a “Yes” anyway.
I followed on his heels into his bedroom.
Preston locked the door behind us as he always did. Not that we had or ever would ever fuck around—I wasn’t sure if he rolled my way—but Jacqueline was a grenade that could explode at any second.
A shiver slid down my spine as I yanked my T-shirt off overhead, but I didn’t look over to see if Preston watched. I knew he did. Could sense what felt like appreciation in his stare. But the last thing I wanted to do was cause him embarrassment or open a can of worms that needed to stay tightly sealed.
Bad enough I’d woken while sleeping in his bed to find his hard dick pressed against my thigh from where he sprawled all the fuck over my body. Morning wood, I reasoned it away. My cock twitched at the thought no matter what I told myself, but I put Jacqueline’s face in the forefront of my mind to calm the fuck down.
Worked like a goddamned charm.
Preston crawled onto his bed after I did, situating himself a few inches from my left side.
Couldn’t have that. Not when it was the last night we would have together.
“Get your ass over here,” I muttered, wrapping my arm around his shoulder and yanking him closer.
He released a shuddered exhale and sank into me as always, his cheek on my chest.
“Gonna miss my snuggle buddy,” I muttered into the silence as the scent of his bodywash—vanilla and spice—filled my nose.
Preston had forgotten to turn on the TV. “Same,” he whispered, his hand a fist atop my stomach.
A few seconds later, a tear dripped onto my skin, and I closed my eyes as my own throat swelled shut. I wrapped him up in my arms, holding him tight until he slept.
Sometime later, I heard the front door shut and alarm reactivate.
Jacqueline and Dad were home.
My pulse picked up, and I inhaled shallowly, taking stock of where I was and how I was.
On my side, spooning the hell out of Preston.
Dick hard and nestled against his ass.
Fuck.
I bit back a groan, clenched my eyes shut again, and listened as my dad and his wife eventually entered their suite below us. Breathing a bit easier at the silence downstairs, I nuzzled my face in Preston’s silky hair, wishing I could stay there all night.
But that would be playing with fire.
My balls throbbed, and I shifted, hoping to ease the ache just a little. Preston’s backside was just so damn welcoming. I moved my hips again and shuddered an exhale at thoughts of releasing my dick from my sweats to rub against the cotton keeping his skin from mine.
