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“Fine, I’ll take care of it,” I called over my shoulder as I raced forward. I managed to snag Graham around the waist as he stumbled over a log. “That’s it. Night’s over, man. Let’s go home.”
“Let’s?” Graham tilted his head back to stare up at me. He slumped in my arms, making a mediocre attempt to steady himself, and, well, it didn’t feel awful. In fact, the way he was looking up at me was kind of…all right.
Graham quirked a brow. “‘Let’s’ as in the contraction of ‘let us,’ implication being you—” he prodded my chin, “and me?” He stabbed the same finger against his own chest.
“Could’ve used the royal we, I guess?” I retorted, and Graham chuckled. It was a guileless, happy sound, not the bitter one that usually came from him when he was around me.
“That won’t work. Royal we is just one person—typically a monarch or other person of high office—speaking in both personal and official capacity.We. But you and I aretwopeople. Nice try.” There was that smirk, the one that disagreed strongly with his nice try comment. I was tempted to relax my hold on him and let him fall to the ground.
“Whatever, nerd. I’m not going to stand here and debate the royal we with you. Either way, we need to get you home.” I steadied his posture and shoved him in the direction of the car. “C’mon.”
“There’s thatweagain. I don’t want to ride with you if that girl is coming, too. I have zero interest in listening to her drunkenly fawn all over you.”
I laughed. “I don’t think she’d drunkenly fawn.”
“Okay, or slob your knob while you—”
“I’m sorry, slob my what?”
“Roadhead.”
I stared at Graham, another outrageous laugh bubbling up. “Wow, you are next-level obnoxious when you’re hammered, you know that?” And it was true, but there was also something about him in this state that was helplessly…adorable. Ugh, no. No way was Graham adorable. Where the fuck had that come from?
Graham’s smirk faded, and his face fell. “Fuck. Okay, yeah, you’re right. I’ll go home. But not with you.”
“Wait.” I grabbed his shoulder as he tried to step away. “Did you just drop the sarcasm and agree with me?”
“Yeah.” Graham pried himself from my grip and stumbled a few steps before catching himself on the trunk of a car. “So stop hassling me and go away.”
“Just let me take you home.” I closed the distance between us, following after him. “Charlotte won’t be ‘slobbing my knob’ because that’s not happening. She mistook my dick for a manual transmission earlier and, well, it kinda ruined the moment.”
Graham stared at me for a second, then burst into laughter. “Are you serious? Oh man, are you okay?”
“I’ve always been on the fence about kids, so now that’s one less decision I have to make in the future.” I shrugged, and Graham chortled happily, though I wasn’t sure if he was laughing at my joke or the abuse my dick had suffered. Maybe a little of both? I felt a pang in my chest, a tiny little pang of regret, at what maybe could’ve been if we’d just started off on a different foot, or if we weren’t both so fucking stubborn.
“God, that’s the worst, isn’t it?” Graham sighed. “Actually, I’m not sure which is worse. Too hard of a grip or too soft.” He ran his hand along the chassis of a car as we passed, his fingers making a squelching noise against the metal until I knocked his hand away. “That’s one good thing about guys. They’re familiar with the goods, usually have thatjussssssstright amount of friction. Not always, but most of the—” He glanced over at me and then cut himself off by clearing his throat. “Never mind.”
Too late, though. A lava flow of heat had already begun spreading through my veins. I frowned. Graham regularly drove up my blood pressure, but usually it was by pissing me off. Since he was not actively pissing me off right now, was my body confused? Having the usual reaction but to the wrong stimulus?
I shrugged it off and unlocked the passenger door, urging Graham toward it with a hand to his shoulder.
He glanced up at me, “You sure you don’t want to stay? I actually don’t want to ruin your night.”
He probably figured I’d hold it over his head, and maybe I would, but right then I was noticing his mouth, his lips when he licked them as he stared at me, waiting for an answer. Graham had a nice set of lips. And his eyes were nice too, all long-lashed and—shit, had I ever noticed lashes onanyonebefore? What the fuck? If I was honest, though, I’d definitely noticed Graham’s mouth before. Especially after that night in the bathroom at that party where that guy had been sucking him off. God, he’d been so pissed at me, all up in my face shouting, cheeks flushed red and indignant. But his lips had been all shiny and swollen and pouty.
If I was really,reallyhonest with myself, there’d been a time—maybe two—when I’d wondered what those lips would feel like wrapped around my cock.
“What?” I cleared the thoughts with a shake of my head and shoved Graham’s shoulder. “No, I don’t want to stay. I’m tired anyway. Get in the car.” I steadied him again as he fell into the front seat. Then I bent over to buckle him in.
Graham laced his fingers behind his head and thrust his hips up as I tried to pull the belt across his lap, snickering when I glared at him.
“Cut it the fuck out.” I elbowed him while trying to jam the buckle into the receptacle. “Just let me get this in.” My mouth said the words, but my brain was busy recounting the rough press of his jeans against my hand and the hardness behind. I tried to surreptitiously glance down at his crotch as I buckled him in. No way he had a boner, but I’d felt…something.
“You havenoidea how many times I’ve heard that before,” the cheeky fucker said, flashing me a smirk. That lava flow that’d coursed through my veins earlier? There was no mistaking what it was this time, and goddamn was this an inconvenient time to realize how seriously I was lusting after my stepbrother and how much longer that’d probably been the case than I was willing to admit.
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