Page 142 of Wicked Games

“It’s from a few years ago,” he explains. “I think I only wore it twice, maybe three times. And the tiny dick pouch was on purpose, FYI.”

“Of course it was.” Smiling, I toss the suit onto the bed and strip off my clothes.

He watches with hungry eyes and rubs one hand over his cock as I pull the suit on.

It’s around the same size as the ones I usually wear, only it’s cut way higher on the legs, and the ass doesn’t have nearly as much coverage as I’m used to. And as dumb as it is, wearing one of his suits is comforting, like how it felt when I wore his sweatpants this morning.

Holy shit. Was that really this morning? It feels like a week has passed since the party, and it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours.

“What do you think?” I ask, angling my body so Killian has a better view of my ass and exactly how little of it the suit covers.

“I think we might not make it back to the room if I have to watch you swim in that for an hour.” He rubs his dick again, andthe noticeable bulge makes my own cock perk up. “Good thing the pool is completely private.”

“Stop that,” I admonish and adjust myself. “These are way too tight to be walking around with a stiffy. I’m worried it’ll cut circulation off to my dick if I’m not careful.”

He laughs and pulls a t-shirt and a pair of sweats out of the drawer. “Here, these’ll be more comfortable.”

“It’s a good thing we live together,” I say as I pull on the shirt. It’s worn and soft and smells like his sheets. “That way I don’t have to go far to steal your clothes. Say goodbye to most of your hoodies, because I’m definitely lifting those when we get back to school.”

“Good thing I like seeing you in my clothes,” he says as I pull up the sweats and roll the waistband a few times. “Steal as much as you want as long as you wear them in front of me. And in front of everyone else so they know to keep their eyes and hands to themselves.”

“So we’re not going to keep things quiet when we go back to school?” I ask tentatively.

“Of course not. Why would we?” He shoots me a confused look.

“I don’t know, I just thought with the whole stepbrother thing…”

He snort-laughs. “Trust me when I say it’s weird that we didn’t start fucking until now. Almost everyone I know who has a stepsibling close to their age who isn’t ugly has boned them at least once. No one is going to give a shit about that.” He holds his hand out to me.

“Oh, that’s reassuring.” I take it and fall into step beside him. “And the whole brothers aspect of it?”

“You mean the you being a guy part?”

I nod.

“Don’t give a shit what people think about that,” he says with a shrug. “Do you care?” He tosses me a quick look.

“No,” I say quickly. “I mean, people have been calling me gay my entire life because I don’t date and my only friends have always been girls. I’m used to people talking shit about me, but you aren’t.”

“You really think people are going to talk shit about me because I’m fucking a guy?” He raises his eyebrow playfully. “I mean, they can, but it’s their funeral. Seems like a stupid thing to get on my bad side for, but whatever. Not my problem.”

I snicker as we head down the back stairs together. “You could give a masterclass on not giving a fuck.”

He squeezes my hand. “Do you promise to tell me if anyone gives you shit about us? You can handle them however you want, but just tell me, okay?”

“I will.”

A few minutes later Killian pushes the door to the basement pool open and ushers me inside.

The pool is specifically for laps, and it’s basically one lane that spans almost as long as a regulation pool. It was the place I always escaped to when I was home since no one really uses it, and how I kept up my training during school breaks.

The smell of chlorine is heavy in the air, but instead of being oppressive, it’s familiar.

“Wait here,” Killian says and points to a spot next to the door.

“What are you doing?” I ask as I stand where he said.

“A perimeter check.”

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