Page 37 of The Step Don't
“Oh.” Lauren shifts uncomfortably.
“Looks like it’s me and you for cleaning up,” I say, to pull her into the game with us.
Dad grabs plates and silverware, and we head into the dining room. Dad and Lauren have chairs at each end of the table, Ash and I across from each other.
Ash begins opening the containers and adding a serving spoon to each. Just as we’re about to sit down, Lauren’s phone buzzes. Everyone goes quiet. Her gaze darts toward it like she wants to answer, like it’s killing her not to, but she knows she shouldn’t.
“You can get it before we eat,” Ash tells her. He knows she wants to, and he likes to pretend it doesn’t bother him. He begins adding chicken to my plate first.
“Five minutes. Then no more interruptions. I promise.” She swoops up her cell and leaves the room.
“Anyone want to hear about my new book?” Dadasks.
“Absolutely,” Ash tells him, and Dad rambles the way he does—and, okay, maybe the way I do sometimes too—but I can’t stop worrying that Ash is disappointed his mom chose to take the call.
I pull my cell phone out, keeping it beneath the table. I remember him saying he liked it when he saw how much the guys wanted him. I’d seen it before he told me, felt it in the pulse in the room, and I want to make him feel good again.
Me: Is it weird that we’re at our parents’ dinner table and I can’t stop thinking about what you look like when you shoot your load?
It’s true. Maybe part of texting him right now is for Ash, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it’s for me too.
“One of the characters is a law student.” Dad turns to me.
“Oh really? What happens to him?”
I shoot a quick glance at Ash, see him look down, checking his phone. Dad keeps talking, oblivious to what’s going on around him. I nod and ask questions, leg bouncing beneath the table in anticipation of Ash’s reply.
“I’m back!” Lauren sits down just as my cell vibrates. “Let’s dig in!”
Ash: It’s hot that my big bro loves seeing how much I can shoot. You’d come when I did, wouldn’t you? Stroke that thick cock and empty your balls as soon as you saw me come.
I swallow a lump in my throat. My skin tingles as blood rushes to my groin.
This is wrong.
And dirty.
And a little weird.
It’s also hot AF, and I don’t want to stop.
Me: Hell, yeah. I’d be just like those guys online, begging to see you unload. You’re so fucking hot when you do.
“Are you not hungry?” Dad asks, and I realize I must have been sitting like this longer than I thought.
I glance at Ash when I say, “Starving,” then hit Send. Holy fuck, this is fun—the thought of sending messages around people who have no idea what we’re saying. I take a bite of my food, Ash’s jaw tense across the table.
I turn to Lauren and Dad. “I want to ask you about the case study we’re working on in school.” They both light up. While I explain it to them, I know Ash is reading my text, coming up with a reply.
When Lauren and Dad start discussing aspects of the case study between them, I’m pleased. Operation Create-A-Diversion is a success.
Ash: Starving for my load? You wanna taste it next time?
Do I? Yes, yes I do. But…are we being serious or not? Is this just some game we’re playing? Because it’s hot and we’re clearly pervy fuckers, but either way, it makes my dick throb and I don’t want to stop.
Me: Yes…I’ll go wild for you just like those guys online.
Fuck, this is dangerous territory. I can’t sort through why I’m saying these things, but I also know they’re true. Our time in his room flipped a switch inside me, and now there’s no turning back.