I press a tender kiss to his lips. “To make you mine.”
A noise in the hall startles me, and my eyes dart toward Ty’s bedroom door.
“Shit.” I slide out of him, quickly use my T-shirt to clean us up, then kiss him once more before high-tailing it back to my room. If only I was in love with someone else and not my stepbrother, things would be so much easier.
***
I stumble out of my bed the next morning, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My dick and balls ache and feel a little heavier than usual, but that could be because they finally got to fuck that hot, sweet ass of the man I love again.
Tyler and I had actually managed to avoid sexual contact with each other for about a month before I caved in last night. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I keep telling myself that it doesn’t matter if our parents or friends don’t approve, I fucking love my stepbrother and I love the way he gives himself over to me when I make love to him. One of these days, I’m going to convince him to marry me. Fuck the rest of the world.
Sometimes I wish we were one of those shifter families. Then once we got married—or in their terms, mated—Tyler and I could have our own kids instead of adopting because for some reason, shifter biology allows some males to get pregnant by another. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to see Ty pregnant with my child, waddling around the house with a bulging belly, nesting, being anal about every little detail.
Christ, now I want to fuck him again. But my dad is still home.
Wonder what he’d think if he heard or saw us?
I shake my head and make a hard right into the hall bath, locking the door behind me. Splashing cool water on my face, I take in slow, deep breaths.
I’ve tried to be optimistic about my dad and Ty’s mom being okay with their kids dating and hopefully more, but deep down, I still worry. I don’t want Ty to lose his mom simply because I can’t control myself around him. I’ve tried to get him out of my mind, having suggested a little less than a month ago that we stop fucking each other. That’s exactly what it was then. Just fucking. Or at least, that’s what it should have been. Tyler never said anything otherwise, so maybe for him it was, but for me, what was supposed to cure me of my lust only opened my eyes further, and my damn heart fell in way too deep.
I towel dry my face and open the door to head downstairs, ignoring my half-mast hard-on.
As my feet hit the cold tile at the bottom of the stairs and pad barefoot into the kitchen, I catch some of my dad’s phone conversation. He glances up at me as I walk in and head for the coffee.
“I promise it works, Bill. It just takes time. Give it another week. If nothing by then, I’ll recheck the formula.” Long pause. “Another dose? Yeah… I suppose I could… Will do. Talk to you later.”
Dad sets his cell phone down and lets out a breath.
“Everything okay, Pop?” I ask as I pour a cup of coffee for myself.
“Yeah. Just the usual pharmaceutical test trial crap.”
“Whatcha testing now?”
“Oh, just some fertility and virility drugs. Trying to find cheaper alternatives to in vitro for both shifter and non-shifter couples having difficulty getting pregnant.”
There’s more shifters than non-shifters in our sleepy little town. Fortunately, both sides seems to get along with each other fairly well, unlike some other parts of the country. A lot of people see shifters as a mutant infestation. My dad sees everyone the same. Just people trying to make the best out of what life gave them, and he wants to help anyone he can.
I like that a lot about him.
“Ah. No luck yet, I take it.”
“Not yet. I think we’re going to up the dose on a couple of our test subjects.”
“Cool.” I can only imagine the fun in testing those drugs. Hell, I’d be tempted to sign Tyler and me up for it if we were shifters and assuming we fit the criteria.
“Hey, by the way, will you and Tyler be around this evening? I was hoping we could have dinner together as a family and celebrate Lydia’s promotion.”
“I don’t know about Ty, but I’ll be here.”
“Check with him, will you?” My dad stands and takes one last sip of his coffee before grabbing his keys. “I’ve gotta get to work.”
“Will do.”
“Thanks. See you this evening.”
Dad grabs his laptop and heads out the door. My stepmom Lydia should have left for work earlier this morning, which leaves me alone in the house with Tyler. I have a couple hours before I need to be at work so I pour him a cup of coffee and stir in his usual cream and sugar. With two mugs of steaming fresh brew, I head upstairs to Tyler’s room.
