Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
EVAN
“Be right there, boys.” I waved at Lucas and Nolan and snuck into the harsh lights of the stairwell in our hotel with my phone in my hand.
I couldn’t wait to call Ronan. He would have seen the save I made.
I’d almost popped my shoulder out of joint doing it, but I succeeded and we won. I called Ronan.
The phone rang a few times and picked up. Bass guitar notes came through the line and stopped.
“Hello? Evan?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” He must be working on music with Drew. “How are you?” I sat on a concrete step.
“Great, just getting some new tracks down,” he said. “How about you? That save was amazing.”
My chest swelled. “Yeah, Coach Dupont was pretty happy about it.” When would I hear about next season? “Did you watch the game with Drew?”
“Yes, and with Jeff. He wanted to get together, so I invited him over to watch the game.”
“Oh, that’s cool.” At what point would he start referring to Jeff as his father? “How is he doing? Any word on the treatment he came here for?” I picked at a string in the hem of my team shirt.
“No, we didn’t talk about that. But Drew…” He huffed. “Drew doesn’t trust that he’s telling the truth. He thinks he should look sick.”
My brow arched. “Like how?” I glanced at the doorway as laughter filtered through it. The guys were celebrating, but no booze tonight. We had another game to play in Vegas in a few days.
“Drew thinks he should show signs of jaundice and have nausea and shit.” He tsked. “Jeff said he was on drugs to control the symptoms.”
“Well, then he’s probably doing that.” I hoped I was correct. I’d hate to give Ronan hope if there wasn’t any. “What does your gut say?”
“It says…fuck, I don’t know.” He freed a soft scowl. “This is so hard. I want to believe him. It would be so nice to get to know him before—” His breath hitched. “But I don’t know if I can trust him,” he said. “But then, I don’t trust easily after all I’ve been through, so maybe it’s just me.”
“Ronan, listen to your gut. He’s your father, and he reached out to you.
You won’t have another chance.” I gripped my phone tighter.
If Ronan lets himself get close to his father, it’ll be devastating when the inevitable happens.
But I’d be there for him. My heart pitched.
It might be two years from now. Did I think I’d be with Ronan in two years?
I clutched my shirt over my heart. I was falling for him, and I didn’t see a life without him in it.
Hell, I’d told Lucas and Ezra about him and planned on coming out for him when the playoffs were over. I was committed.
“Evan? Are you still there?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m still here. Sorry, I was having a moment.” I breathed through a laugh and rubbed my eyes. “I miss you, Ronan.”
“I miss you, too.” He inhaled. “I got tested today.”
My dick perked up. “Yeah? Me too.” Who was I kidding? I was talking about having anal with him. A guy. A very fucking sexy guy. A rockstar, no less. Yeah, I was committed, and I had probably fallen for him already.
“Good,” he said.
“Hi, Evan. Great save,” Drew said in the background.
With a short laugh, I said, “Tell him thanks.” I peeked at the door. “Listen, I’ll let you get back to him, and I’ll see you in a few days.”
“Sounds good.” He sighed. “Miss you.”
“Miss you, too.” Emotions swirled inside me. “Goodnight, Ronan.”
“Goodnight.” He ended the call.
A few days later, I drove onto Ronan’s driveway and parked.
We’d lost the next game against Vegas but had two days of rest before our next game, and I was fully prepared to take my relationship with Ronan to the next level.
Had I run a few Google searches on anal sex with men?
Yep. That was me. I’d done it with women once or twice, but this seemed like it should be different, and I didn’t want to suck at it.
After shutting off the engine, I strolled to his door in the warm air. It was May, and the afternoons were resembling the hot summer months to come. As I pushed the doorbell, the door swung open.
“Evan.” Ronan beamed at me, his dark, tousled hair falling to his shoulders, his black shirt hugging his lean chest and black jeans slung low on his hips with rips in the knees. Throwing his arms around my shoulders, he pressed heated kisses on my mouth.
Shoving him inside, I kicked the door closed behind me and grabbed his ass, lifting him off the floor while devouring his lips again and again, my tongue tangling with his. My dick lengthened behind my zipper as his legs hooked around my hips.
In the corner of my eye, Bean’s mouth shut and he ran off.
Bean had probably wanted to greet me. Oh well. This was more important. I clomped through the house and into Ronan’s bedroom. If we were about to have sex, it should be in here, right? Or would he let me fuck him—
“Jesus, Evan.” Breaking the barrage of kisses, he nibbled down the column of neck. “Want you.” He dropped his legs and shucked his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. With a coy grin, he gazed at me with darkened eyes. “I’m ready for you.”
“You are?” My gaze dropped to his hard cock, bulging inside his jeans. What did he have on under there? Biting my lower lip, I stepped to him and unfastened his jeans. “What do we have here?” As I fell to my knees, I yanked his jeans down to his ankles.
His cock pointed toward his hipbone inside sheer pink lace with black accents. “Pink?” I flicked a glance at him as my mouth watered, and dick ached. “You are full of surprises.” I brushed my fingers along his shaft and fingered the tip, precum already seeping through the material.
With a groan, he said, “I only get colorful when it comes to underwear.” With a snigger, he threaded his fingers through my hair. “There’s more than the lace though.” He kicked off his jeans, stepped backward, and lay on his bed on his back, then lifted his knees.
A round, black thing showed through the lace, between his crack. “What uh, what is that?” Apparently, I should have looked up butt toys. Crawling onto the bed and between his legs, I pushed on the black thing.
His eyes fluttered shut and a gritty moan freed from his throat. “Fucking hell, that feels good.” He shimmied up the bed and to his nightstand, grabbing a remote resting next to a bottle of lube. “It vibrates and you can control it.”
My brows swept up. “Are you serious?” I’d played with vibrators before with women, but this was on an entirely new level. Hell, it was him. I snatched the vibrator and pushed the sliding button all the way up.
As a muffled vibration filled the air, his cock twitched against the lace, and he pinched the head while his body shuddered. “Stop, not so much. I’m already horny as fuck.” He gave me a lazy smile, his eyelids hooding.
“I bet you are. How long have you had the plug inside you?” Grabbing my shirt by the hem, I threw it off and then slid my jeans and underwear off, my dick standing at attention. He was so sexually open. I’d never had a partner like this.
He propped onto his elbows. “I don’t know, half an hour maybe?” His tongue swept across his lips. “I wanted to be ready for you.” His gaze fell to my groin. “I wanted to make it easy for you.”
I crawled up his body and hovered over him. “Thank you for this. I’d take you any way I can get you, but this is especially nice.” As I lowered onto him, our hot cocks slotted together, and I met his mouth with needful kisses, desire growing to an unbearable level.
Rocking his hips, he rutted against me, wrapping his legs around mine.
As sensation knotted in my gut, I pushed the slider on the remote partway up and nibbled his chin. “How’s that?”
The soft buzzing sound started, and he freed a sharp groan. “Good. Fuck, feels good.” He dug his fingers into my ass and thrust against me, his brows tensing.
Grinding my cock against his, I bit down his neck and then sucked.
I didn’t know which part of him I wanted first. Maybe all of him at once?
As I moved downward, I left the remote by his head and licked to his nipple.
I had to be careful now, I didn’t want to make him come too fast. I flicked his nipple piercing and cupped his balls through the lace.
He squirmed and gasped. “Yes, more of that.”
Shifting to the other nipple, I traced it with my tongue and then sucked it into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his back arching and dick twitching against my palm.
I loved the way he responded to me. With pleasure pulsing inside me, my dick leaked precum and my balls grew heavy. I moved lower, licking the center line of his taut abs until I reached the band of his underwear. “If I—”
“Yes, do it.” He lowered the band, freeing his thick cock, wet at the tip. “But not too much.” Lifting his head, he peeked a me.
“I know. I don’t want to make you come yet.” With a smirk, I fluttered my tongue across his shaft and circled his crown. My dick ached with need, but I could wait. It would already be almost impossible not to come as soon as I was inside him.
He groaned and thrust as if trying to fuck my mouth. “More, please.”
Wrapping my lips around his crown, I brushed my tongue inside his slit and then took him deeply into my mouth, his salty precum flooding it.
“Oh, fuck.” His head tipped back, and he slapped his hands on the back of my head, pushing me faster. His cock vibrated slightly across my tongue from the plug.
What did the plug feel like? I slowly sucked him and released him. It obviously felt good. Would he let me try it? As I worked his cock with my mouth, I pushed on the plug.
He shuddered and goosebumps rose on his thighs. “T-take it out. Fuck me, Evan. I need it.”
I left his dick with a wet pop, my dick twitching as if in agreement. Oh shit…“We never talked about—”
“Negative. I’m negative. Just fuck me already.” He yanked my hair. “You are too, right? You would have said something…” He lifted his knees into his armpits and then grabbed the remote and shut it off. “Pull it out slowly.” He took heaving breaths and tossed the lube toward me.