The Stepdad Diaries

The Stepdad Diaries: CH. 14

October 5, 2026 26 min read By R. Adrian Thorne

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE FAULT IN OUR STARS

JEFF LIES THERE ON TOP of me, the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress in a way that feels grounding more than heavy. We’ve been lying here for what feels like hours, just holding each other, kissing slowly, looking into each other’s eyes like neither of us is in any hurry to be anywhere else. He drags his tongue across my pec, teeth grazing my nipple just enough to make a shudder roll through me.

They say when you’re truly happy, nothing else matters, and to some degree, I can attest to that. Jeff and I—and the road we took getting here—it’s been long, messy, and at times exhausting. But lying here with him now, skin against skin, his body draped over mine like he belongs here, it’s hard to care about any of the chaos that came before this.

I think about all the things I want to do to him, all the things I still haven’t done yet, but my thoughts are interrupted by my phone buzzing against the nightstand.

I glance over.

UNKNOWN CALLER.

Probably spam.

“You need to get that?” he asks.

“No, it’s probably a telemarketer.”

“Or your baby mama,” he says with a laugh.

“You’re not funny,” I say, even though I’m already laughing, too.

“It’s a little funny.”

His smile makes something in me melt. And at the same time, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this safe with another person before. He rolls his hips slowly, his precum-slick cock sliding against mine, and I get lost in the feeling of it—the heat, the friction, the lazy intimacy of being tangled together like this.

We spend most of the night just cuddling. That’s it.

After a marathon makeout session and a brief but intense handjob that leaves me coming all over both of us, we clean up, crawl back into bed, and stay wrapped around each other like we’re recovering from something.

I want to have sex with him. Badly.

But after everything with Amber, I’m still a little on edge, and Jeff seems to sense that without me having to say it out loud. He doesn’t push. Doesn’t try to steer things somewhere I’m not ready for yet.

Honestly, I think that makes me want him even more.