“What’s it going to be, Stone?”
It hits me at this exact moment that I’m really good at protecting Hanlon from everything except myself. For all the times I’ve protected him over the years, I’ve hurt him twice as much. Something tells me this won’t be any different.
“Okay.” I breathe my consent into the ether and close my eyes, waiting to be engulfed by flames or struck by lightning as Hanlon scrapes his teeth across my throat.
As if Fate senses that we’ll both be naked in the next twominutes if she doesn’t intervene, my phone rings, and my dad’s face fills the screen.
Hanlon looks at me with a wicked glint in his eyes.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” I say immediately.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that. The idea’s already taken hold.” He nods toward my phone. “You should answer that.”
I’m not exactly sure how to respond to this version of him. The confident one, unafraid to call the shots with me. It’s such a reversal of our roles, and fuck if it doesn’t turn me on. It’s no secret that I have no fucking clue what I’m doing when it comes to the physical stuff, but I was in no way prepared forHanlonto have all the answers. And Idefinitelywasn’t prepared to want them from him.
But if he’s issuing commands, my only option is to follow them.
I swipe my phone screen to answer the call as he instructed, placing a hand on Hanlon’s chest, creating some much-needed space between our bodies.
“Uh, hey, Dad.”
My dad dives in, catching up, telling me about work, apologizing again that he and Lana can’t make it out for Christmas, etc. …and while he’s talking, Hanlon drops to his knees.
Looking down, I mouth,‘Are you fucking KIDDING me right now?’
Cockiness looks delicious on my stepbrother’s face as he smiles, looking up at me through those black frames, and shakes his head no.
Hooking his fingers in the waistband of my sweatpants, he begins dragging them over my hip bones. I hum along in response to my dad’s dialogue, letting him know I’m paying attention—mostly—as I catch Hanlon’s wrist.
Unfortunately, it only halts his progress on one side, so I back up another step. The backs of my thighs hit my bed, and Ifall onto it. Thinking he’ll take pity on me and allow me to finish this conversation so that he and I can finish ours, I scoot back onto the bed.
But he follows, crawling up my body until he’s straddling my thighs.
At least he abandoned my cock while our father is on the phone. Except when Hanlon sits down, the stiff appendage gets nestled in his ass crack, which is currently covered by only a thin pair of athletic joggers.
I exhale harshly as my hips involuntarily push into him.
Hanlon grips my right shoulder and uses my left biceps to steady himself as he grinds back and forth.
Finally, I blurt, “Hey, Dad? Can I call you back? There’s something I need to take care of real quick.”
As soon as he agrees, I end the call and chuck my phone toward the end of the bed.
Imeanto sit up and push Hanlon off me so we can establish boundaries…you know, likenottrying to blow me while I’m on the phone with our father.
Instead, Hanlon drives his fingers into my hair as he rolls his hips repeatedly, making my cock slide back and forth between his ass cheeks.
“Get this off,” he pleads as he tugs on my shirt with his free hand. As soon as it lands on the floor next to the bed, Hanlon lavishes me with praise. It feels nice, but so fucking foreign. “Goddamn, you’re sexy.” He uses his thumbs to flick my nipples, and the sensation travels straight to my cock. His hands roam over my broad chest. I’m bulkier than Hanlon, but I don’t eat enough to sustain the amount of mass Icouldhave.
His hands dip down to my stomach. Hanlon is actually more defined than I am here, and I’ve been working hard to play catch-up in the gym.
“Sofucking perfect,” he mumbles as his hands trail lowerstill, fingers running along the inside of the waistband on my sweatpants. He’s still sitting on my lap, so he can’t get my pants off, which is actually okay. I’m going to need a little more time to process all of this before we go much further, but telling Hanlonnohas never really been a strength of mine. “This okay?” Hanlon asks, clearly reading the uncertainty on my face.
“Yeah,” I nod my head. It’s impossible not to love the way he feels grinding against me.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
“I’m trying not to,” I admit with a tight smile.
