Stepbrother's Secret by Anna Wineheart

Author:Anna Wineheart [Wineheart, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: E, P, U, B
Published: 2019-01-19T16:00:00+00:00

21

Olivier

It took forever for them to reach home.

“It was just fifteen minutes,” Eric growled, pressing Ollie up against the bathroom sink. His chest was solid against Ollie’s back, his voice rumbling into Ollie’s ears. “Half an hour if you count putting Jenn to bed.”

“Still too long.”

Olivier gulped when Eric reached around him. Eric turned on the faucet, waited until the water warmed, then held Ollie’s hands under the running water.

His scrapes stung. The blood had dried on the way home, and Ollie had washed his hands once.

“I want you taking better care of yourself,” Eric murmured, his breath hot on Ollie’s ear. “Soap and water on these.”

“I rinsed them with water,” Ollie protested.

“Not good enough. You can do that for Jen. So you can do it for yourself, too.” Eric kissed down Ollie’s neck, his lips soft. Then he lathered his hands, washing Ollie’s fingers and the raw, tender skin of his palms. Olivier’s heart pattered.

Looking at himself and Eric in the mirror... They kind of fitted together. Ollie was small, pale, and Eric was tall and broad-shouldered behind him, a sturdy alpha that Olivier still couldn’t believe was his. Eric loves me.

Eric nipped at his ear, his teeth sharp points on Ollie’s skin. “What’re you looking at?”

“You.”

Eric huffed. Then he rolled his hips, his cock a solid line in his pants. Olivier bit down a groan, grinding back against his alpha.

“Don’t tease,” he mumbled, his pants growing tight.

“Gonna have to,” Eric answered. “I want this cleaned up first.”

His arms warm around Ollie, Eric rinsed Ollie’s hands, then patted them dry with a fresh towel. He dabbed antiseptic lotion on Ollie’s raw skin, carefully cut up pieces of gauze, and taped them over Ollie’s palms.

“There,” Eric murmured, closing the first aid kit with a snap. “Gonna check your knees, too.”

He slipped his thumbs down Ollie’s waistband, popping open the jeans button. Then he tugged the fly down, and the pressure at Ollie’s hips eased.

Olivier trembled. An examination wasn’t supposed to be this arousing.

Past the denim, Ollie’s cock strained behind lace, bits of flushed skin showing through the fabric.

Eric sucked in a slow breath. “Damn, Ollie. You put this on when we got home?”

The panties were Ollie’s favorite pair. Lilies had been stitched onto delicate white mesh, with white ribbons looped through steel eyelets and crisscrossed down the front.

Olivier blushed and shrugged, embarrassed. “I wore them this morning. I just... wanted to feel pretty.”

“You are pretty,” Eric growled. “More’n that, though. You’re beautiful. The most beautiful omega I know.”

Olivier’s chest squeezed. After Zan, he didn’t know how he could be beautiful, when Zan had treated him like a rag doll, yanked his hair and spat in his face.

Eric brushed his fingertips over the lace, his calluses scraping against Ollie’s skin. Then he nudged the jeans open further, exposing where Ollie’s cock had leaked, precome glistening on the sheer mesh. Eric rumbled in appreciation, squeezing Ollie’s tip so more precome leaked out.

“Are you sure...?” Ollie caught Eric’s wrists.

Eric met his eyes through the mirror.

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