“You scared the shit out of me earlier,” he confesses.
Oh.
He’snot okay.
I wrap my arms around his neck as he grips my waist.
“Hey, I’m okay. I promise. I’m tired, and I’ll be sore as fuck tomorrow, but I’m really okay.”
He nods and kisses me. It’s a quick peck and not nearly enough, so I clamp my hand around the back of his neck, returning his lips to mine. I part them with my tongue, and his breath fills me with warmth.
He moans into my open mouth.So much for thinking I was too exhausted to get hard.
I rut against his thigh, needing him. Needing this. Needingus.
“Goddammit, Hanlon.” There’s no fire in his words as he says it, though. Instead, he reaches between us, palming my cock, determined to give me what I want.
“In bed,” I whisper, certain that when I come, I’m going to black out and not wake up for multiple hours. “Let’s go catch up with our parents, eat something, and then you can meet me in bed and make me come.”
“This is a really bad idea,” Stone sighs, his forehead pressed to mine.
“But we’re gonna do it anyway,” I tell him.
“I know,” he readily agrees. “It just makes me feel better to state the obvious.”
We exit the bathroom and go through the motions of the evening, but I reallyamexhausted, so I tell everyone goodnight first, apologizing for heading to bed so early, and promise to make it up to them tomorrow.
And then I wait for my stepbrother to crawl into bed next to me, share his body heat, and touch me the way only he can.
Chapter 31
Stone
It’s weird having my parents in my living room with Hanlon down the hall, naked in my bed. It’s even weirder that I want nothing more than to strip down and crawl into bed next to him, pulling him tightly into my body and feel his breathing even out as he falls asleep.
But the reality of just how fucked up that is hits me squarely in the chest with our parents right in front of me.
Hearing him call my fatherDadsits in my stomach like a lead weight as I drop onto the sofa.
Lana has already found a bottle of red wine and helped herself to a glass as she curls up on the end of the couch.
I have a TV, but it’s rarely ever on, and it remains off now, even though the background noise would be helpful.
I’m not playing this cool, not acting casual, and not doing a good job of hiding the fact that I want nothing more than to follow Hanlon to bed.
But it’s only eight forty-five.
By the time I reset the tone with our parents, play catch-up,visit, and help them get settled in the guest room, it’s ten-fifteen.
Lana hugs me first after placing her wineglass in the dishwasher.
“Stone, it’s so good to see you, honey. Thank you for taking such good care of Hanny tonight. Get some rest.”
I hug her back. “You too.”
My dad is next. “It’s been too long, son. That’s on us. I look forward to ringing in the New Year with you boys tomorrow night.”
“Yeah, me too, Dad. Goodnight.”
