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My stomach twisted, my guts roiling even though my groin roused to life. I rubbed over my lower abdomen, my pinkie sliding beneath the band of my sweats to stroke over the tip of my cock suddenly straining to escape.
It had been days since I’d sought release, feelings of guilt assaulting me the same as they always did whenever I lay face down on my bed, cum beneath my belly, a dildo shoved deep inside my ass.
A whimper escaped me, and I squeezed the head of my dick to calm down.
But there would be no stopping my body. I had the choice to pull out the toys I kept hidden in the back of my bedside table’s drawer or wake up with a mess in my boxers tomorrow morning.
I chose the first means of release, allowing myself to live out the fantasy of my stepbrother.
Daydream Drake with the filthy mouth and bruising fingertips could fuck me in the privacy of my own home where no one would ever be the wiser.
The real him included.
Chapter 9
Drake
My tie choked me.
My goddamned dress shoes pinched my toes.
The beard I kept trimmed close to my jawline bothered me for the first time ever.
And the slacks I’d chosen to wear for our family dinner downstairs in the hotel’s restaurant had somehow shrunk. That, or I’d been working my thighs too much the previous couple of weeks at the gym.
But all three items of clothing were a requirement at The Bloomberg. Jacqueline had texted me a few days earlier, so I put them on before leaving my room.
Probably because I’d last shown up for dinner in Tribeca in jeans and a ratty T-shirt just to piss her off. She’d gone off as usual, but I’d just ignored her until she shut the fuck up. That first night at her dining room table I’d been given a pass too since I hadn’t known any better, same with the cell phone rule. But throughout the rest of my time while a part of her household?
There had been no question who ruled the roost of that penthouse in Manhattan then their loft in Tribeca. Not once had I seen a glimmer of hope she might change her mind toward the queer community either. I’d hidden in a damned closet for those three years, finally breathing freely when I’d stepped foot on Boston College’s campus.
Sean and I had our fun as freshmen, partying hard and enjoying dick whenever we found guys to hook up with. Well, I’d thought we had a blast, anyway. Sean had been insatiable, living for sex, but had quit school before the second semester had even ended.
We’d stayed best friends over the years, hanging every weekend and enjoying a few too many beers. The day I quit my job in the sales department in a communications business and went to work for Elite, I’d realized I’d chosen correctly.
Elite had lined my pockets, allowing me to splurge on a kickass condo and luxury vehicle.
Jacqueline wouldn’t ever believe I’d made something of myself if she knew the truth of how I earned my money though. She still clutched those invisible goddamn pearls when last I’d spoken with her five years ago and she’d flipped over Nancy’s engagement.
Preston had never once admitted to his emotions, but I’d always been good at reading him. It had been outside beneath a streetlight that his heart had reached for me, needy and hurting, his eyes wet, chin trembling.
But during dinner, I’d been fantasizing about sucking Preston’s dick rather than paying attention to Jacqueline bitch about the future of Casswell Global. My cock’s rock-like state hadn’t relented at Jacqueline’s rant about her ex, so rather than giving Preston what he needed, I’d turned away.
Hiding the sight of my jeans that would reveal what he did to me.
Breaking my own goddamn heart just as much as I’d probably done to him.
But I didn’t have a choice in that moment. Preston would despise me same as Jacqueline did Nancy if he knew how badly I wanted him. He would question how I’d held him when we were younger in a way that couldn’t be passed off as morning wood. All those simple acts of affection I’d offered that had bordered on being greedy. Soothing my hands over his soft hair, his back, the warm skin of his arms.
I had wanted more each and every time he’d cuddled up against me, sighing relief at being able to hold him again.
And if Jacqueline ever found out how I lusted over my stepbrother?
I hated the ground that woman walked on. Loathed the fact she’d torn me from Boston even if she still made my father happy as shit. I had to attribute his ridiculous focus on his wife to that fuckface Cupid’s goddamned arrows and resulting blind love.
A sentiment I unfortunately understood too well. While I hoped Dad’s happiness continued for his sake, I wished my feelings for Preston would just shit the bed already.
Lips pressed into a tight line, I stepped into the elevator that would take me down sixteen floors to the hotel lobby where Jacqueline and Dad would be waiting for me. She’d called a family meeting, which meant the four of us. My pulse thrummed with the thought of Preston being by her side, his thick hair a mess of flaming waves, his emerald eyes meeting mine for the briefest of moments before flitting to the floor as they always did whenever our gazes clashed.
