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Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)

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TAYLOR

I'm the quiet one.
At a party, I'll be sipping from my Solo cup, hanging by my much chattier best friend Brenner.
Easygoing, all smiles, and hot as hell, Brenner always has his pick of guy or girl by the end of the night.
I do fine, but I don't trust easily, so he's one of the few people who really knows me.
We do everything together—studying, playing video games, and occasionally, ridiculous dares.
Like this latest dare.
I've always considered myself straight, but recently, I've been curious.
And what better way to explore this uncharted territory than with my bi bestie, who, given his long list of satisfied hookups, I know will do the job right.
I expected it to be good.
I wasn't prepared for how it would leave me hungry for so much more, needing Bren to show me what I've been missing out on.
What is it they say? It's always the quiet ones...

BRENNER

What's that saying...never met a stranger?
That's me. I'll talk to anyone, anytime.
It's how Taylor and I became friends, and I'm thankful for that every day.
He's my chill, zero-effs-given, video-game-loving bestie.
Whom I'm now hooking up with.
It's just fun, but then our parents drop the bomb on us that they've been secretly dating.
Oh, and they're in love and getting married in just a few months' time.
As hot as the idea of him being my stepbro is, we agree we should stop our little...extracurriculars...because what if it comes between our parents?
But keeping our hands to ourselves proves easier said than done.
I've become addicted to Taylor, and he to me.
What our parents don't know won't hurt them, right? And it's not like this means anything.
Only...the more we mess around, the more I realize it does.
What started out as just a good time has become so much more, but with everything that's at stake, do we stop now, or do we dare take a chance on what's happening between us?

Content Warning: The Step Dare is a steamy, low-angst romance, but it contains content that some readers may find triggering, including discussions about grieving the loss of a parent and the loss of an infant.

*The Step Dare can be read and enjoyed as a standalone

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PROLOGUE

Brenner

Late spring

fUcKboi4lifE: Show me your dick.

The message came through a little while ago. It’s from this guy I’ve been talking to on a hookup app. We haven’t met up yet because every time we try, something goes wrong. All we want is to have sex, yet the universe keeps cock-blocking us.

Me: Can’t. I’m at work for another hour. Meet afterward?

fUcKboi4lifE: Will be busy. Maybe next time.

Well, shit. That sucks. Not that I care too much about meeting up with him specifically, but I would, in fact, like to get laid. It happens to be one of my favorite pastimes—that along with video games and drinking too much coffee when I already have more energy than should belong in one body. I’m basically a storm of chaos, but most of the time I feel like I do a good enough job hiding it.

I shove my phone into my pocket just as a customer comes to the counter. “Hello. What can I get you today?” I ask the woman. She’s gorgeous, with thick, black curls and pretty brown skin. She’s probably about my age—early twenties—and considering the Feral Fox Café is close to Peach State University, I wonder if she’s a student too. I haven’t seen her around campus.

“A twenty-ounce iced caramel latte with an extra shot.” She gives me a smile that shoots right to my balls. I’m not real religious, but sometimes the Lord taketh away my first hookup opportunity, only to giveth something else. Or wait. Maybe it’s the other way around and he gives and takes away. Whatever. It doesn’t matter anyway.

“My favorite,” I tell her, and I’m not even making that up. It’s what I always order. “I wonder what else we have in common,” I flirt while ringing her up.

“You’re good,” she confirms.

“I’ve been practicing a while.”

“The thing is…I only like girls. I give you an A for effort, though.”

I laugh because, of course, that’s just my luck today—a beautiful woman and she happens to be a lesbian. “One of those days.”

“Eh, you’re cute. I’m sure you’ll meet someone else.” Her eyes shoot to my name tag. “Brenner. I’m Mila, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you.” And really, it is. It’s not all about sex with me, and I’m the type of person who’s never met a stranger. Scratch that. I like to talk to any and everyone, but I let in very few people, if at all, so I’m not sure the analogy works.

I finish making her coffee and hand it over.

“Maybe I’ll see you again sometime, Brenner. I’m transferring to Peach State next year.”

There’s only a couple of weeks left in this school year, so I say, “I won’t be working during the summer, but I’m down if you wanna share your snap.” I always head back home to stay with Dad over the summer.

We exchange info, and then Mila heads out. I’m sure she wants to get to know a friend or two on campus, which I totally understand.

Since we’re slow, I make myself a caramel latte too. Frank, the owner, doesn’t mind if we have free drinks while on shift. I suck it down quickly and start wiping off machines, counters, checking inventory—anything to keep myself busy until it’s time to clock out.

Just when my shift is about to end, the door opens, and I look up, expecting to see another customer, but it’s my best friend, Taylor. We went to the same high school, and then we both ended up choosing Peach State. We spent our teenage years bonding over video games and…well, honestly, Tay and I don’t have a whole lot in common. He’s straight, I’m bi. He’s quieter than me—most of the time, I can’t shut up. But we work.

“Hey, Tay. What’s up?” I take off my apron and hang it up.

“You out of here?” Jess, one of the other employees, asks.

“Yep. See you later.” I tell her goodbye, then clock out on my phone and meet Taylor on the other side of the counter.

Taylor’s in one of his signature tank tops, showing off his lean but naturally defined arms. He runs his fingers through his dirty-blond bangs, a vacant look in his eyes as he reads something on his phone. I’m not even sure he’s noticed me or realizes I spoke to him until he says, “I’m bored. I messaged Atlas to see what he’s up to, but he’s busy with Troy.” Atlas is our other good friend. He started dating his stepbrother a while back and spends most of his spare time with him now. “Then I thought I would see what Ash and Colin are up to, but they’re doing one of their semi-public sex things. Their bedroom door was open, and they weren’t exactly quiet.”

Colin and Ash are yet another set of stepbrothers who have recently started dating. Clearly, there’s something in the water. The only reason I feel safe from accidentally catching a relationship is the fact that I have zero stepsiblings. Dad hasn’t even dated since my mom passed away ten years ago. Losing her was hard on both of us, and I don’t think either of us knows how to put our heart out there.

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The Step Don’t (Peach State Stepbros #2) Read Online Riley Hart, Devon McCormack http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-step-dont-peach-state-stepbros-2-read-online-riley-hart-devon-mccormack Sat, 05 Oct 2024 02:29:48 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-step-dont-peach-state-stepbros-2-read-online-riley-hart-devon-mccormack Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Authors: Devon McCormack, Riley Hart Series: Devon McCormack
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)

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ASH

All stepbrothers need Step Don'ts.
Colin and I have ours.
Like, don't pit our parents against either of us. Don't hog the TV. And definitely...
Don't.
Keep.
Secrets.
These rules have done more than help us keep the peace between us.
After all these years since our parents got together, I can't imagine my life without Colin.
To most people, he's the hot, straight tight end for Peach State.
But to me, he's my backward-cap-wearing, football-loving, piggyback-ride-giving best friend and fellow Alpha Theta Mu frat bro.
Life's pretty incredible living together at the same frat house, but suddenly, I find myself keeping a particularly naughty secret.
I tell myself Colin wouldn't want to know what his bi bro does in private, but then why do I feel like I'm committing a huge Step Don't?

COLIN

There's nothing I'm more of an expert in than my stepbro, Ash.
He's a quick-witted, nerd-boy genius who's always there to help a friend cram for a test or capture bugs for me when they invade my space.
He's my favorite person.
Making him happy gives me a rush...but for the first time, he's keeping a secret from me.
When Ash cops to his Step Don't—his new extracurricular of doing dirty things on camera—I'm confused.
He is too, so we work together to figure out why this excites him so much.
In places we're likely to get caught.
After all, what's a little exhibitionism between stepbros?
I didn't even realize I could be into guys—or be so intoxicated by these new experiences—but exploring my bisexuality with Ash is the best thing that's ever happened to me.
And with each touch, each time we up the stakes, I discover I want more than just Ash's body.
I want his heart too, even though that surely must be the biggest Step Don't of all.

This is the second book in the Peach State Stepbros Series. It can be enjoyed as a standalone.

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1

Ash

Last night was wild.

Like…Top Ten Nights of My Life wild.

After claiming victory at the TaskFrat Challenge, the Peach State frats met back at the Alpha Theta Mu house.

And we partied. Hard.

Which explains the headache.

How fucking tired I feel.

And why I’m struggling to open my eyes.

I finally manage to force them open, and I notice a bulge in the sheets beside me.

Someone’s sleeping in my bed.

Last night steadily comes back to me. There was the friendly girl I met when the party started—the one with the smile and hot ass. Then later, there was the blond guy with the chiseled jaw and the impressive biceps. Friends with someone in Delta Phi, the guy was practically on my tail all night—and at one point, he grabbed my tail, but after that, I can only remember up until flip cup.

Maybe after, the blond hottie and I came up to my room. I’m naked, so it’s possible we messed around, but with how drunk I got, I’m tempted to think we just passed the fuck out.

A pillow obstructs my view of that sexy jaw, but my dick’s already getting nice and hard at the thought that the guy might wake soon so we can finish what we started.

A smile tugs at my lips, but then I notice a shirt on top of the sheet.

Wait a second…

That’s not what he was wearing last night.

And this guy seems taller.

“You’re up, aren’t you?” a familiar voice says.

My heart sinks.

This isn’t my blond hottie from last night!

I groan as Colin removes the pillow that’s blocking his face.

My brother? Seriously?

“Hangover that bad?” he asks as all my excitement is sucked right out of me in a few cruel moments.

Colin’s light-brown locks lie flat from the backward cap he wore all night, his eyes squinty, the way they get in the morning.

“I can’t even convey how mad I am at you right now,” I say, glaring at him.

Colin’s eyes widen. “Me?”

“I thought you were a sexy man in my bed.”

“I am a sexy man in your bed.” He sports a cocky grin, but I’m so disappointed, it’s hard to even be amused by that.

“It doesn’t really work when the sexy man is your brother.” I sit up and snatch the pillow at his side, pulling it close.

I know he’s hot. Since our parents first got together, I’ve seen firsthand how guys and girls fawn over him. The way they glance at that sharp jawline and grab at his thick biceps and chest. But that’s not gonna do me any good.

“Wait a second,” Colin says as he sits up, eyeing me suspiciously. “Did you think I was that blond guy you spent half the night with?”

“His name was…” I say in as obnoxious a tone as I can manage, but—

Oh fuck, what was his name?

So much for my attempt at being a smart-ass.

“That guy was straight, though, right?” Colin asks.

I have to keep from rolling my eyes. I swear, sometimes Colin is so oblivious. “I’m pretty sure he wasn’t feeling all that straight when he had his hand on my ass.”

“Oh,” he says, rolling his head back for a laugh. “I didn’t pick up on that at all. But, I didn’t with you either, so…”

“Yeah, I think I might have broken you as far as figuring out who’s queer or not.”

“Maybe you did. But don’t be an Ash-hole this morning.” Colin scoots close and throws his arms around me, pulling me in for a hug. He doesn’t normally wind up in my bed with my naked ass, but considering how close we are, it’s not really much of a thing for either of us.

“My bro’s sad he didn’t get some strange last night?”

“I feel like you’re weaponizing the slang I taught you.”

I nudge my shoulder against Colin, and as he backs off, I run my fingers through his bangs, messing them up in the front. That only makes him grin even more.

Even when Colin’s trying to get under my skin, he’s still the big, lovable Labrador he’s always been. Playful. Loyal. And loves to catch a ball—namely, a football, but really, any ball will do.

“You are just living for this, aren’t you?” I ask.

“Don’t be like that. You slept with Peach State’s star tight end. You know how many people would kill to wake up to this?” He casually flexes his admittedly bulky bicep, the way he might for a girl he’s trying to impress. “And the first guy to manage it? That’s bragging rights for the rest of your college career.” He’s got this wicked grin on his face, trying to get all his digs in while he can. “Seriously, though. I’m sorry you woke up thinking you were gonna get some dick, and it turned out to be your straight brother.”

“Stepbrother,” I say, which I normally use only when he’s teasing me like this.

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The Step Bet (Peach State Stepbros #1) Read Online Riley Hart, Devon McCormack http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-step-bet-peach-state-stepbros-1-read-online-riley-hart-devon-mccormack Sun, 03 Mar 2024 19:18:08 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-step-bet-peach-state-stepbros-1-read-online-riley-hart-devon-mccormack Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, New Adult Authors: Devon McCormack, Riley Hart Series: Devon McCormack
Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)

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TROY

Sometimes I want to punch that smirk off Atlas McCallister’s pretty face.

He’s cocky. A troublemaker. A pain.

And, unfortunately, my stepbrother.

We’ve been fire and kerosene since our parents got together, and to keep from exploding into fistfights, we’ve used challenges, dares, and bets to battle out our differences.

Our past bets have been a little inappropriate—scandalous, even—but Atlas’s latest bet has gone too far.

Do I really believe if he loses, my straight stepbrother is gonna mess around with a guy? And not just any guy: me, his rival and nemesis.

Not a chance.

But if he’s so confident he’s gonna win…well, my big stepbro must not know me as well as he thinks…

ATLAS

I love getting under Troy’s skin.

Mr. Former Prom King. Mr. Heartthrob. Mr. Infuriatingly Perfect. Messing with him is too easy. Too fun. Maybe that’s why I’m a little obsessed with him.

Our latest bet is the perfect way for me to test the bisexual waters, and once I dive headfirst into the deep end, I don’t want to stop.

With Troy. My stepbro.

It was supposed to be just a little fun, yet with each touch, I like him more than I should. It wasn’t supposed to go this far. Now I want Troy to be all mine.

But what we’re doing has bigger consequences than our little step bet, and when the stakes are this high, is it worth gambling our hearts when we know this is a game we both could lose?

This is the first book in the Peach State Stepbros Series. It can be read as a standalone.

Trigger Warning: The Step Bet is a steamy romance, but one of the secondary characters struggles with addiction. This may act as a trigger for some readers.

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1

Troy

I want tonight to be fun.

The sort of wild, chaotic, fantastic fun that’s made Alpha Theta Mu’s parties legendary.

The sort of fun that makes all the organizing, planning, and decorating worth it.

The sort of fun that helps me forget.

In only briefs, I search through my dresser for shorts when there’s a knock at my door. “Just a sec,” I call as I hurry into a pair, then answer the door.

“Troy, Troy, Troy,” Colin says, hooking an arm around me while driving his opposite elbow into my stomach and pushing me toward the bed. I figure he’s going to surrender before we make it there, but he’s not satisfied until he’s got me on my back on the mattress.

He rises to his knees. “Fumble!” he calls out, bringing back memories of our time on our high school football team.

“Pretty sure I would have kept the ball.”

He searches around. “Then where’s it at?”

“Fucker,” I say, though he’s got me chuckling.

“Now, I’d be fine with you being up here without a shirt on if there was someone else in here with you, but this is just sad.”

“Not everyone’s as horny as you, man. And I had to finish up some homework on the first law of thermodynamics and wrap my head around internal energy and heat transfer.”

“Troy, no one’s gonna believe you were ever a jock if you talk like this,” he teases with a wink.

“Oh really? Even when I do this?” I flex my biceps, which makes him laugh. “Anyway, if I don’t get it done tonight, I’ll be working on it over the weekend to get it in on time on Monday.”

“Can’t everyone flash a smile and ask for an extension? Is that just me?”

“Pretty confident that only applies to athletes on the school teams,” I say, and his expression turns serious.

I was only trying to point out his privilege, not dredge up shit from the past, but I can tell he’s thinking about high school, when we both dreamed of playing for Peach State. Now he’s living the dream, and my life went another direction.

“Don’t be weird, Colin. I just meant that now that I’m a mere mortal, I’ve gotta get my work in on time.”

I’m worried he’s not going to drop it, so I’m glad when he does. “Well, get some fucking clothes on and get down there so you can get them back off again ASAP.”

I find my tee with the Greek letters of our frat across the front, and then Colin and I head downstairs to join in on the fun in the yard. We enjoy the dance remixes the DJ’s playing as Colin and I beat some guys from Alpha Phi Alpha at beer pong and chat with pledges over cornhole before befriending some girls from Phi Kappa. One named Debbie keeps ogling me and has made up one too many excuses to grab my biceps and pecs, enough that Colin and I exchange a glance. Some point soon, I’m gonna need to let her know I’m as gay as Colin is straight.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asks just as shouting nearby draws my attention.

Alpha Theta Mu parties are about fun. We don’t do drama. And we crack down on bad behavior. Hard. Toxic people can go find toxic spaces for that shit.

I recognize my housemate Marty’s voice even before I spot him by the fence along the yard. He’s getting in someone’s face, someone I can’t see yet, but there’s a nagging knot in my gut, some instinct warning me whom it might be, and then the nearby group shifts, revealing who’s earned his ire.

Fucking Atlas.

Of course it’s him.

“You have to go,” I distinctly hear Marty say.

“Chill out, man. What’s the big deal?” Atlas asks, which makes Marty’s face flush red.

I turn to my new Phi Kappa friend, who seems to have noticed my distraction.

“So, do you?” she says. “Have a girlfriend?”

“I’m gay,” I tell her, then politely excuse myself so I can deal with my stepbrother.

Marty doesn’t have experience with a guy like Atlas, not enough to keep his cool during a confrontation. This requires a seasoned pro, someone with years of practice dealing with my full-time stepbrother, part-time pain in the ass.

When I think of an atlas, I think of maps—coherent, useful, reliable. These aren’t my stepbrother’s attributes. He’s what you’d find if you opened the glove compartment and bits and pieces of a map exploded onto the passenger seat. And even if you went through the trouble to tape it all back together, you’d discover it wasn’t printed right—Phoenix in Alabama, London in Peru, Barcelona in Japan.

That’s Atlas McCallister.

Rogue. Reckless. Troublemaker. Having gone through high school with the guy, I can say they’re earned reputations but somewhat overblown. We weren’t so different. We both skipped class. We both didn’t take shit from anyone. And we both had our share of mistakes that got discussed around town.

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