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“Hey.” I touched his elbow. “I’m not... I don’t...”
Holt flashed an uneasy smile. “I know,” he assured me.
But I didn’t think he did.
Chapter Two
Holt
I was in bed with Watson. My stepbrother. He’d insisted when we got back to the RV, and honestly, I hadn’t fought him on it. I could have. I should have, but I didn’t.
I’d been in love with Watson since we’d been teenagers. The boy who introduced me to his life. Showed me his favorite thing in the world—stock car racing—and didn’t think my favorite thing was stupid or too nerdy. He’d actually watched the movies I enjoyed with me, took me out to buy the latest comics when they came out, and pushed for me to be included when his career took off.
All right, sure, Watson was my best friend. We never used the term stepbrother because we were brothers. It didn’t matter that we didn’t share blood. I would have done anything he asked of me, and he knew it. I loved him like... I loved him more than I should. He was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I shouldn’t feel the way I did. I’d tried to stop the crush moment I realized what was going on. The want that began to build inside me. Only I couldn’t, and it bloomed into love.
Watson was real. He didn’t hide who he was. He stood up for me. He stood up for himself, and even though sometimes lately he was rough around the edges, he was always kind to me. Watson was everything I ever wanted but could never have.
This was beyond strange, though. I stared at him as he slept, wondering just what he was dreaming about. Would Watson freak out when he opened his eyes and realized I was in his bed? We shared an RV. We’d seen each other naked more times than I could count, but this? This was different.
He kissed you, Holt. Your stepbrother, Watson James Brooks, kissed you last night when he was drunk. You didn’t stop him. In fact, you kissed him back. You didn’t say no when he suggested you share a bed because you were hoping for more. Much, much more.
Yeah, this was fucking weird.
I liked it. I was gay. I was into guys. So yeah, I really liked it, but even though Watson had told me he was bi that one time, I wasn’t completely sure he meant it until last night. Why hadn’t he ever brought guys back to the RV? He was always bringing pit bunnies back to the RV, having sex with them loud enough to wake me even when I kept my headphones on to block out the noise and then sending them home the next morning with money for an Uber. He never promised to call or to see them again. I pretended it didn’t bother me, when underneath it all, I hated every single minute of it.
Watson was the sexiest man I had ever laid eyes on. He didn’t act like he was God’s gift to women. He laughed it off when someone said he was hot or gorgeous, as if he didn’t believe them, but he was my dream guy. He kept his blond hair long on the top and short on the sides, so it was always falling in his face. The ladies loved it as much as I did. He had dark chocolate brown eyes that saw everything, a jawline cut from stone, pouty pink lips that up until last night that I had only dreamed about kissing, and don’t even get me started on his body. The man worked out like a machine. His muscles had muscles. Watson was a six foot three solid monster, and I wanted him to do more than just kiss me.
“Good morning.”
His voice was sleepy, husky, and sexy as shit.
“Uh, good morning,” I managed before I started to move away from him. “You, uh, passed out, and I wanted to—”
Watson suddenly gripped my wrist to keep me from scurrying away.
“What are you doing?”
