Page 38 of The Step Don't
I want to be a part of what Ash is doing online.
Or maybe that’s not it, and maybe I just want to give him what he gets out of it. I want it coming from me instead of randos who don’t give a fuck about him like I do.
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Ash
Imanage tonab the keys from Colin so I can drive us back to the frat from Mom and Steve’s place.
I’m slightly on edge, and of course, Colin knows this. “I’m sorry she took that call,” he says.
“I should have told her I preferred she didn’t. Just, sometimes I wish she’d choose me. Not need me to bring it up in therapy. Not need Steve to remind her. Or for me to ask.”
“I hear that. She could have waited to return the call.”
Fortunately, Colin’s texts managed to keep me preoccupied throughout our get-together. And not just the texts, but feeling his eyes boring into me, seeing the way he had to shift in his seat or turn away from his dad so he wouldn’t notice he was getting hard for me.
Wild to think how much we’ve been around each other—fucking seen each other naked—and he’s never been like this before. Although, I’ve never thought abouthim like this before either. Never thought so much about his cock and how he comes.
I haven’t pushed to do the live stream again, but I’ve been enjoying our text exchanges—the tease, the promise of what comes next. Maybe I’m nervous because the live stream stuff has me a little confused. And so does whatever’s happening between Colin and me.
But there are a few things I’m not confused about.
I know he’s hot.
I know I want him.
And I know he wants me.
Fuck everything else.
As I pull onto the interstate, I say, “So did you like how slick I was with nabbing your keys?”
“I was disappointed you weren’t just trying to feel me up.”
I laugh, though I can tell he’s serious. “Well, I apologize for that and for spoiling your cover.”
“Cover?” Colin asks.
“I figured out why you wanted to drive there so bad. Then you have your eyes on the road and the speedometer. Not getting all hot and sweaty over your stepbro.”
Colin slides his hand down his thigh, and I glance over quickly, noticing the bulge in his jeans.
“Just to be clear,” Colin says, “I thought it might be better if I didn’t have a raging boner around our parents, but now that we’re alone again, I don’t give a fuck.”
“I know you don’t.” I reach over the console and take his girth in my hand, giving it a good squeeze. “Like a stone,” I say, my chest swelling with pride. “I like knowing I’m the one doing this to you.” I slide my hand under the waistband of his pants, tucking a little deeper to get under his briefs as I find his flesh…
Colin settles back into his seat as I massage it, feel it firm even more in my grip.
“Well, you definitely did that,” Colin says. “But you’re smart enough to know your hands should be at ten and two.”
I burst into a laugh, pulling my hand back. As I sneak a glance at him, he sports a wicked smirk. I must admit, as hot as what we did was and the things we text about, I love that it’s not just hot—it’s fun.
I like seeing Colin’s playful side when it’s also a little naughty. Almost like he’s been committing a Step Don’t by not flirting with me sooner.
“It’s nine and three now, not ten and two.” I place both hands on the steering wheel. “As per the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration.”
Colin snickers. “You’re real proud of yourself for knowing that one, aren’t you?”