Page 17 of Puck My Stepbrother (Pucked and Possessed #2)

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“ Y ou look nervous,” Jeff asked as I sat opposite him on the couch.

“What makes you say that?”

“You keep looking over your shoulder.”

Only then did I realize Jeff was right. I’d glanced over my shoulder several times since entering his living room.

Crazy as it sounds, I honestly expected my stepbrother-to-be to barge right in and interrupt at any moment.

He’d sit between us on the couch and ask us for the good news. My life really had come to that.

“This is going to sound weird,” I said, “but I guess I have this feeling that Levi is going to walk in and interrupt us again.”

“Seriously?”

“Uh-huh.”

“But we’re at my house. Why would you think that?”

“Don’t know. Guess he’s just been unavoidable lately.”

Jeff lifted an eyebrow like he understood, but still found my worry strange.

Here’s the thing: you need to have dealt with an eternity of Levi Dunn to understand my concerns.

But I had other reasons for feeling on edge.

When Jeff had invited me over to his house, mentioning that it would be empty, a lightbulb had turned on in my head.

I considered the possibilities. Like, why had he invited me over now ?

He must’ve had a reason, and I wanted to prepare myself for whatever it was. No, I hadn’t packed condoms or lube. Levi had gone in bare, but I preferred to stay as safe as possible. Jeff would probably have both on hand, right? I doubted he would’ve invited me over without them.

Sex hadn’t occupied the forefront of my thoughts, though.

Seriously. I had so much else in mind with Jeff, namely taking our relationship to the next level.

That didn’t have to include getting physical at all.

I just didn’t know how to suggest becoming an official couple.

Sure, I could take the direct route, but I felt like the question needed a preface.

“Are things still not going well at home between you guys?” he asked.

“You don’t know how complicated the answer to that is,” I said. “I was his whipping boy for the longest time.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean he was my childhood bully. Oh yeah, he acts like he’s a changed man and the past is the past, but I don’t buy the act.”

“I don’t blame you. Some tigers never change their stripes.”

“Bullseye.”

I drew a deep breath, struggling to erase Levi from my mind.

When Jeff smiled and curled a finger at me, I answered his call to inch up closer.

He smiled, radiating a vibe that said he knew how to solve all my problems. Our lips met.

Not in the deep, passionate kiss that you’d expect us to share by now, but at least our lips stayed attached to one another.

Could I take the next step? Honestly, I had no clue how to do that. I’d only had sex once in my whole life, and Levi had taken the reins, walking me through every step. Without him present, I felt lost.

Shit!

Maybe I was worried I’d misread Jeff’s signals. Like, I would go for it, assuming interest in sex that didn’t exist, and I’d fall flat on my face.

When our lips broke apart, I asked, “You know, I was thinking…”

And all at once, I drew a blank. I had a brain fart. Whatever you want to call it. I knew what I wanted to ask, but the words failed me.

Jeff had this look in his eyes that I couldn’t read. In a way, I only wanted to lose myself in them. Those brown eyes were so beautiful. Jeff was so fucking sexy. So I kissed him again, wanting nothing more than to take the next step.

One problem, though: I didn’t have a hard-on.

Had I snuggled up with Levi like that, an erection would’ve threatened to rip through my jeans. Now I felt like I couldn’t force myself hard no matter how perfect Jeff looked and how badly I wanted this.

I snuggled up closer, feeling Jeff’s dick through his jeans for the first time.

A jolt of excitement coursed through me as blood rushed through my veins.

Thank God I hadn’t gone completely numb.

Jeff hadn’t achieved a hard-on yet either, but feeling his cock seemed like a step in the right direction.

Levi could no longer say that we hadn’t touched one another in an intimate way.

But soon, I did find Jeff getting a little stiffer. No surprise, considering he knew what loomed on the horizon. Soon, I felt his cock at full hardness pressed against my leg.

And I still didn’t have a hard-on of my own.

Fuck. I had to survive this somehow.

We dove back into kissing, this time with open mouths.

My tongue slipped into his mouth and his hand cupped the back of my head, mashing my face against his.

My hand dipped below the equator, cupping his cock and feeling the stiff ridge in his pants.

I wanted to see and taste that meat in the worst way.

Despite my eager thoughts, my body wouldn’t respond the way I wanted (and desperately needed) it to.

Not yet, anyway.

My dick was still mostly soft.

Jeff’s hand left my head to caress my shoulder and arm before working its way south of my waistline. He grabbed my crotch, squeezing and kneading, but not finding the same hardness as in his pants.

He kissed my lips and cheek. Then he buried his face in my neck. When Levi had done that, I’d thrust my head back. Now, I only threw it back to give Jeff a reaction.

Then he eased me down onto the cushions like Levi would’ve, but without the power or aura of control. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, freeing his erection like he’d go mad if it stayed trapped a moment longer.

Jeff’s cock was long but slim, standing up at an angle.

A small patch of public hair had begun growing in where he shaved himself maybe a week ago.

I wanted to reach out and grab his cock, stroke it, and take it in my mouth, but Jeff had other plans.

He eyed my crotch like a Christmas present, seeming to want my cock in the worst way.

I knew what would come next, which would be totally bad news.

I tensed up when he grabbed my belt. He unbuckled it and dragged my zipper down. I owed the tension to my lack of experience, but also because I didn’t want him to see that I hadn’t gotten hard.

He would think something was wrong. Worse, he’d think I found him unattractive.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Because you look nervous.”

When I said nothing more, Jeff took the cue to keep going.

If nothing else, I had to try. I lifted my ass up from the couch to assist him in sliding my jeans and underwear down.

Nothing had changed for me in the last minute or so.

Pants and underwear tossed aside, my dick just laid there like a noodle in a thatch of red pubic hair.

But Jeff eyed it hungrily anyway. He leaned over me, pressing his body against mine, letting me feel his weight.

As he kissed me, I realized I could only think about Levi.

When I examined Jeff’s face, I saw my stepbrother-to-be. I pictured that sly grin that reminded me I would always be his. When Jeff kissed me, I felt my old bully’s lips pressed against mine. The feeling suggested I’d only ever wanted Levi.

Jeff shifted back, peered down at my crotch again, and found my member still soft.

He took it in his hand and stroked it from the base up, trying to get the blood moving. I grew slightly hard, but not nearly enough to matter.

Fuck!

We’d finally gotten down to the good stuff, and I literally couldn’t rise to the occasion.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

Jeff leaned back on the couch, still hard and hungry. God, I felt like such an idiot.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

“No.”

“Because you can say so if there is. You won’t hurt my feelings.”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“I’m pushing you into this too fast. You’re not ready. I’m sorry, I just got caught up in the moment. I won’t push you into anything you’re not?—”

I reached out, grasped his wrist, and said, “It’s totally okay. It’s not you or anything. Just nerves, I guess.”

He nodded like he agreed. Of course, that was total bullshit. Not that telling the truth would’ve helped anything. Jeff’s cock remained hard and ready, and I’d yanked the rug out from under the poor guy.

“I hope you won’t take this the wrong way,” I said.

“No way, man. I’d be lying if I said I had much experience at this.”

“Me neither.”

“I should’ve been smarter about this.”

“I’m telling you, don’t blame yourself. Look, it doesn’t have to be all bad. I can suck you off if you want, relieve some tension.”

He shook his head. “That’s okay. If we’re going to do anything, we should both benefit from it.”

“You sure?”

He nodded.

I did want to blow him, awkward moment or not.

At the very least, I didn’t want to blue-ball the poor guy because I couldn’t get it up.

Worse, I couldn’t strike Levi Dunn from my mind, and I had no idea how to cure that problem.

Levi had succeeded in ruining my life even when he wasn’t in the room with me.

Jeff stood up, stepped back into his underwear, and stuffed his wilting cock inside. Then he pulled his jeans up and sat back on the couch. The smile that appeared on his face reassured me.

“I’m okay,” he said. “Really.”

“I know.”

“We can wait for the physical part, you know. I probably shouldn’t have done what I did.”

“I keep telling you, it’s okay.”

I scooted up beside him on the couch, and his arms closed around me. Then I shut my eyes, wanting to leave all my worries behind.

“By the way,” he said, “didn’t you want to ask me something?”