Page 7 of Strictly Curious
“No, Garrett. Just let me,” he cut me off. His hand crept higher up my leg under the material of the light basketball shorts I wore, his fingers inching closer to their goal. I had to stop him because this was absolute madness.
My hand shot out and covered his right before he reached my groin. His head popped up again and our eyes met. I could only describe the look he gave me as intense. His nostrils flared, and he fought against my hold on his hand.
“Let me go,” he demanded.
“No. This is a bad idea.”
“Why?”
My eyes widened in shock, and I let go of his hand. Tyler pulled it out of my shorts and sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. He was pouting like a child, which was ridiculous. He’d never been interested in touching a dick before today and suddenly it was all he wanted to do?
Letting him touch me, and letting this continue would have been so easy. It was everything I desired. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Tyler wasn’t fully aware of what he was getting himself into.
“You’re kidding me, right?” I asked, pressing a hand to my chest. There was no way he didn’t understand why this could go south.
“I’m not kidding you. Jesus, Garrett.” He grabbed my hand and pressed it to the hard ridge of his erection in his pants. I froze. I didn’t know how to process this new information. There was no way I was doing this with my stepbrother no matter how much I wanted him.
Yanking my hand away, I jumped up from the bed. Maybe it was a bad idea to come in here. I had been worried that what he’d seen today had ruined what we had. It definitely changed things, but not in the way I’d been thinking.
My mind raced. This whole scenario was insane. Not only had Tyler tried to kiss me tonight, but he’d tried to feel me up. I’d touched him! My whole world had shifted on its axis and was spinning out of control. I needed to get out of here before things got any more carried away.
I backed toward the door as Tyler’s face fell. I couldn’t take the look of rejection on his face. His eyes pinched closed, and he curled in on himself, tucking his knees to his chest, and burying his face in his lap.
Despite the protests from my brain telling me how much of a bad idea this was, I made my way back to the bed, and I sat beside him as his shoulders shook. No, this wasn’t a good idea at all, but I placed a hand on his back and he stiffened under my touch.
“Tyler, you know why this is wrong.” I had to drive it home, as much as I wanted him. This could only end badly for us.
“I know. I think I’m just freaked out about what I saw today. And I still don’t understand what the hell is happening to me.” He sat up a little straighter, motioning down his front.
“It’s stimulus. It doesn’t have to mean anything,” I reasoned with him. “You’ve had sex before, right?”
When Tyler remained silent, I pulled my hand off his back. He looked up at me wide-eyed. His eyes rimmed red from his attempt to hold back tears.
“Tyler, you’ve had sex. I thought you’d slept with Maisy?”
His eyes widened, and he looked away. He shifted on the bed, curling in on himself further. That wasn’t the response I expected out of him. He and Maisy had been practically joined at the hip when we’d been sixteen. She’d been his first real girlfriend. Mom and Dad never wanted them to be left alone together, but there were times I’d caught her sneaking out in the middle of the night as I tried to sneak in.
“I’d seen her here. What was going on?” I prodded.
Tyler sighed heavily, shoulders rising to his ears. “We tried. We tried a few times. The furthest we ever got was a half-assed hand job and, honestly? It wasn’t that great.” His head popped up and his eyes met mine once more. “That’s honestly why she stopped coming around. It all felt like we were just doing it because we were supposed to. Neither of us was really into it.”
My mind was blown at the admission. My stepbrother was still a virgin, and he was curious now because he’d walked in on me with my fuck-buddy. This was too much to process for one night. This really drove home the idea that messing around with him was a terrible idea. I was the last person he should be experimenting with, although I’d probably take care of him better than anyone else.
“I didn’t—I didn’t know. I think I assumed some things about you,” I soothed.
Tyler nodded, laying back on the bed. He chewed at his lip nervously and my heart hammered in my chest again. This was such dangerous, uncharted territory.
“Please, don’t leave me tonight, Garrett,” he pleaded. He patted the bed next to him and with hesitation, I lay down next to him.
Tyler
Iwasdisoriented.Thingsfelt so different as the sun streamed in through the blinds of my window. I shifted and the arm around my waist tightened. I stiffened momentarily, then relaxed remembering that I’d convinced Garrett to stay with me last night.
Last night…
My face warmed with embarrassment. That couldn’t have gone more wrong. I could only play the moment of bravery off as stupidity in the light of day. What the hell had I been thinking? Just because he liked guys, didn’t mean that he was into me. Did I have a thing for Garrett? I was certainly into the idea of exploring things with him.
Garrett’s arm tightened around me further, pulling me into his chest. I sucked in a quick breath at the feel of his morning wood digging into my ass. The idea of it should have freaked me out, but I still wanted to know what that felt like. Was it a physical response to being in bed with just anyone, or was it because it was me?
