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Elias POV.The excitement that had carried me all the way home—paper clutched in my fist, a stupid grin splitting my face—evaporated the second I pushed through the front door.There they were.My mother, Gloria, stark naked in the middle of the living room, her manicured fingers wrapped tight around Marcus’s cock where it strained against the white towel knotted low on his hips. His chest heaved; her breasts pressed shamelessly against his side. The air smelled like her jasmine perfume.I bit the inside of my cheek until copper flooded my tongue. Don’t cry. Don’t you fucking cry.That was her husband. Legally. Morally, in the eyes of everyone who didn’t know the truth. She had every right to touch him, to try to reclaim him. I was the interloper here—the guilty son who’d spread his legs for her man, who’d moaned “Daddy” while Marcus fucked the guilt right out of me on the guest-room floor. I had no claim.The test paper slipped from my numb fingers and fluttered to the hardwood. Mar

Elias POV“Nah, I think I’ll spend the holiday with my stepdad,” I told Lena, keeping my voice casual.She blinked, eyebrows shooting up. “Wait—I thought you said your mom was getting a divorce? Why are you still staying with her husband?”“She is. But she asked me to stay here.” I shrugged like it was no big deal. “She’s too ashamed to introduce me to her new boyfriend yet. Doesn’t want him knowing she has a kid.”Lena made a sympathetic face, but I was already half-gone, pulse kicking with something far darker and sweeter. Gloria had set the perfect trap herself. Marcus and I could finally breathe—still just stepfather and stepson in public, for now. But once the papers were signed… things could change. Marcus had already started talking about selling the house, moving somewhere else. I’d agreed so fast my head spun.I barely said goodbye to my friends before I bolted. The whole day had been torture—every lecture, every group chat, every passing minute filled with the same filthy fa

Dad, Leon’s mom, Leon, and I sat around the dinner table, the clink of cutlery too loud in the silence. I pushed rice around my plate, barely tasting it.My mind wouldn’t stop replaying it—him in his room, hand wrapped around himself, head tipped back. The way his breath had hitched. The way he’d said my name when he came.Damn.I swallowed hard. What the hell was wrong with me? You don’t think about your brother like that. Stepbrother, my mind corrected weakly, like that made it better. It didn’t.I stole a glance at him.Leon was staring down at his plate like it had personally offended him. He hadn’t looked at me once since it happened. Three hours. Not a single glance. Not even by accident.Good.And yet… it stung.“Are you both fighting?” his mom asked suddenly, dropping her fork onto her plate. The sound made me flinch. She looked between us, brows pulled together.I forced a smile. Four years. She’d been here four years now. I’d had every reason to hate her when she first move

Fuck… I can’t think straight. Leon’s head thrown back against the wall, throat working around those low, broken groans, his fingers knotted in dark curls as that guy’s mouth slid down him again and again. The wet sounds. The way Leon’s hips jerked forward like he couldn’t help it. The flash of flushed skin, the thick vein running along his length right before he shoved the guy away and tried to cover up.I paid the driver with shaking hands and practically ran up the stairs to our room, slamming the door behind me. The house was quiet—Mom and Dad gone for the weekend, thank fuck—and the silence made every heartbeat thunder in my ears. My jeans were too tight, the denim rubbing painfully against my erection with every step. I’d been hard since. Harder now. It ached, a deep, insistent throb that made my balls feel heavy and tight.I collapsed onto my bed without bothering to kick off my shoes. My palm pressed flat against the front of my jeans and I hissed through my teeth. Just the pr

Leon POV“What does what feel like?”Stupid question. I knew exactly what he was asking, but his mouth kept distracting me. Every time his tongue darted out to wet his lips—slow, unconscious, maddening—my dick twitched in my shorts like it had a mind of its own. Fuck. As if it wasn’t already humiliating enough that I’d almost come in my jeans earlier just from the muffled sounds of him touching himself through the wall. Now he was inches away, staring at me with those wide, uncertain hazel eyes, and I could feel the heat crawling up my neck.I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, trying to will my erection down. This was getting dangerous. Really dangerous. He could never know how badly I wanted him. How many nights I’d lain awake imagining his hands on me instead of the random guys I let touch me at parties. How every time he laughed too loud or slung an arm around my shoulders in that easy, brotherly way, something inside me twisted with want so sharp it hurt. He was beautiful—had al