Page 87 of For the Fans
“Why not? Iwantto…” Kyran grabs me by the throat as his body wedges mine between him and the sink. “Why shouldn’t I get what I want??”
He’s pressing into me so hard, my ass is resting on the counter while my upper back connects with the mirror behind me. Attempting to shift away from his rage, I move left. But he slams me against the wall, the wide plane of his chest moving up and down with heavy breaths.
“You’re acting like a fucking crazy person, Kyran.” I stand my ground, hands on his chest trying to shove him away. “Just because we—”
“Not another fucking word about that!” he barks. Both of our jagged breathing frames his voice, ringing through the confined space.
“We haven’t spoken a word about it yet!” I snap. “You’re the one being a psycho.Why?Because you liked it?? No one fucking cares!”
Kyran presses himself into me, and I’m sweating all over. His body is a million degrees. Probably because he’s about to Hulk himself out of his clothes, but it also seems like the heat is happening because of how close we are.
And how our dicks are touching…
“I hate you.” His voice reverberates into me.
With my hands on his chest, I feel how fast his heart is racing. It causes me to swallow, which he must feel since he’s currently holding my throat like he’s about to choke me to death. His eyesbriefly drop to where his hand is, then glide their way up slowly over my lips, back to my eyes. His pupils dilate.
Okay… what’s going on?
Why is it so hot in here??
Something weird happens to my hands… They lightly grip his chest, my fingers curling around the material of his shirt. He gulps visibly, and his breathing shallows.
“Why do you hate me, Ky…?” I ask on a hoarse whisper.
“Because,” he growls, still plastering me to the wall with his body.
“Becausewhy?”
I tug him by his shirt, and he comes with my pull, inching closer, lips hovering over mine until I can taste the fruity booze on his breath.
“Because…” He gulps again, glittering green and gold falling curiously once more to my mouth. “Becauseyou’re… you’re…”
“You don’t know why, do you?” My back arches, and our chests bump, bodies sealing together.
He doesn’t look anywhere near as angry anymore. It’s still there, but more than anything, now he’s a baffled, helpless shivering frame. I don’t know what the hell is going on between us, but every single muscle in my body is bunched up and my blood is rushing in my ears.
There’s some force holding us together, and I don’t think I’m strong enough to fight it. Maybe neither is he…
So against all rational thinking, my lips brush over his. I don’t even think I did it…Why would I do that? It’s suicide.But it happened, and it prompts a little noise from within Kyran’s throat.
“Avi…” He says my name on a trembly breath. “Don’t…”
My head is clouded up with lust as I whisper, “Don’t saydon’twhen you really meando…” And my lips part over his.
The way the plump bottom one fits snugly in between mine… like a perfect, plush puzzle piece. I can’t even help but give it a gentle, hesitant suck.You know… since it’s right there.And he purrs.
He fuckingpurrs. The hot, grouchy blonde.
Mystepbrother.
That noise, Jesus Christ…
My dick jumps as Kyran’s grip around my throat loosens, his hand timidly falling down to rest on my chest while mine use his shirt to haul him incloser. And kiss him, just a little more…
Because I can’tnot.
The literal second it becomes apparent that we’re actually kissing, it turns feral. Zero to a hundred. In the blink of an eye, our lips are no longer softly grazing, they’re ravenouslyattacking. Sucking hard, parting wider so our tongues can play. It’s fucking vicious and greedy andoh-so hot.
