Chapter 24 Connor
Connor
Iwake up to the shrill sound of my cell phone.
Fuck, how long have I been asleep? It takes me a second to register all the events of the previous night, but when I turn my head, Vox is asleep on his back, one hand on his dick, the other resting on my stomach, like even in his sleep, he wanted to keep me close.
The blackout curtains are pulled, so I really have no idea what time it is, but then I glance at the clock.
Fuck.
My perusal of Vox’s beauty is cut short when my phone starts ringing again.
I slide out from under his arm with no time to process how good he feels next to me before grabbing my phone from my pants on the floor.
The name on the screen makes me want to throw up.
Grey.
I can’t not answer it. If I slept through the night and the clock is right, then I’m supposed to be at a coaches’ meeting in twenty-five minutes…but I’m still forty minutes away from Ricochet…with my star athlete naked in my fucking bed.
Calming my voice as best I can, I move to the opposite side of the room, hoping distance from Vox will help bring clarity, and slide my finger across the screen, answering the call, thankful Vox hasn’t stirred.
“Grey, hi.”
“Morning, Connor. Do you happen to know where Vox is? Most of the team is already grabbing breakfast and hitting the road for the break, but no one’s seen him.”
Double fuck. Vox was supposed to meet his friends at that stupid club last night.
“Uh, no. I haven’t seen him,” I lie.
“His phone’s off, so I can’t see his location,” Grey says casually, causing all the color to drain from my face.
“You track his location?”
Grey chuckles. “Don’t make it sound so sinister. I’ve been the only family Vox has had since his grandmother died, remember? I worried about him a lot when she passed and wanted to know where he was because he’s not the type to call for help.”
“Yeah, but that was years ago,” I point out.
Grey just laughs again. “Well, now I consider it protecting my investment.”
My mind flashes to the bullshit I’d read in Vox’s contract about not being able to have other sponsors without Patterson’s approval, not being able to register individually for events, but having to go through his sponsor for all registrations, not being allowed any social media accounts outside of the one run by Patterson, and the list goes on.
“Does he know?” I ask, unable to let it go.
But Grey doesn’t answer that. Instead, he changes the subject. “I’ll keep looking around. We’ll see you in a few for the meeting.”
“Oh, um, I’m going to be a little late. I’m really sorry,” I add hastily. A sick churning in my gut threatens to make me dry heave as I use Sam as an excuse for my poor decisions. “Something came up, and I had to run down the mountain.”
“Just get here whenever you can, and I’ll catch you up to speed. Oh, Connor, before I forget, do you have plans over the break?”
The abrupt change in subject catches me totally off guard, and I don’t have time to process where he’s going with this question or make up an excuse.
“Uh, not really,” I answer.
“Come to my place. My wife loves to entertain, and we’re having a big birthday dinner for my daughter. Vox joins us as well; it’s a nice time.”
Panic rises. How the fuck am I supposed to control myself around Vox in front of Grey? It sounds like pure torture. But I also can’t say no because something tells me this is about more than making me feel included…this is a test.
“That would be great. Thanks, Grey.”
“Wonderful. Well, I’ll see you soon, and if you hear from Vox, just have him call me, would ya?”
“Sure thing.”
Turning back around to face the bed, I see Vox sitting up against the headboard, the sheet tangled around his legs, his cock on full display.
The damn thing doesn’t even have the decency to lie down.
“We need to go,” I say, making it a point to look Vox in the eye and not at his dick.
“Why? Team break starts today. I don’t have anywhere to be for once,” he says, giving his cock a lazy stroke. “Besides, what am I supposed to do with this?”
“Dammit, Vox. Get dressed,” I snap, working my absolute hardest to keep my gaze from traveling to where his hand has stilled on his dick.
“Hey, what happened?”
“For starters, you may not have anywhere to be right now, but you were supposed to be somewhere last night, and your absence at breakfast has people asking questions.”
“Relax,” he says as if that were actually possible. “I told Renner I wasn’t coming last night. No one was expecting me.”
“But I told you to tell them you’d be there,” I say stupidly.
“I know. Aren’t you glad I didn’t listen?” he says with a smug smile, still not moving from the bed.
“Regardless of the fact that you have nowhere to be, I’m supposed to be in a meeting with Grey and the coaching staff in twenty minutes. I had to lie about where I was and about not knowing where you were. Did you know he tracks your location on your phone?”
I’m getting angrier with every sentence I utter. Angry at myself mostly, but also mad as hell that despite everything going on right now, I want nothing more than to climb back into that bed with Vox and lose myself in him.
Vox rubs a hand across his bare chest.
“Yeah, but you have to remember, Grey found me when I was a kid. He bought me my first cell phone. I was a decent teenager, but I was still a teenage boy, and my grandma didn’t know half the shit I got into.
When she died, Grey told me about the tracker and said if I ever needed him, I didn’t have to call or use my words, just drop a pin in my location, and he’d come get me, no questions asked.
I’ve never had anything to hide, so it didn’t really matter. ”
“Well, it sure as fuck matters now.”
“I turned my phone off.”
“So I heard. Look, Vox, last night was—”
“Fucking incredible?” he interrupts. “Don’t feed me some breakup speech, Connor. You know as well as I do, we were a ticking time bomb. Hell, we still are a ticking time bomb,” he corrects. “Don’t cut this off at the knees. I’m begging you.”
And damn if his pleading doesn’t almost work.
“Vox, please don’t make this harder than it already is.”
Vox kicks the covers the rest of the way off and fucking crawls toward me on the bed. I make the grave mistake of staying rooted in place. Since both of us are still naked, it’s easy for him to grab my dick, and in a heartbeat, he’s off the mattress and on his knees.
“Tell me, Connor. Was it enough for you? Am I out of your system?” He runs the flat of his tongue over the head of my rapidly swelling cock. “Because all last night did was embed you in my system so deeply, I don’t think you’re ever coming out.”
Vox slides to my balls and pulls them into his mouth one at a time, driving me fucking wild.
“Vox, I have a meeting,” I say weakly, avoiding his question. There’s no point in answering anyway; we’re both aware the answer is no.
“If you want to get to your meeting, then I suggest you heed your own advice,” he says, before licking a line up the underside of my shaft. “I believe your exact words were, ‘stop fucking interrupting me, and come down my goddamn throat, because neither of us is going anywhere until you do.’”
When his mouth connects with my cock again, all thoughts of Grey, the meeting, and how fucking dangerous this is, go out the window. I succumb to the pleasure and the all-consuming force that is Vox Montgomery.
With my hands on the back of his head, I fuck his face, still pissed that he makes me lose control. He doesn’t even gag because, like everything else, Vox excels at sucking dick.
I come down his throat embarrassingly fast, but he just licks his lips and stands. On his way to the bathroom, he throws me a wink over his shoulder.
Ten minutes later, we’re back in the car, and the mood is noticeably somber.
“Thank you,” I say stupidly to the god sitting next to me.
“Pleasure’s all mine,” Vox says before adding, “I feel like you got cheated.”
“How so?”
“Last night, you said you wanted both. You didn’t have a chance to fuck me before I passed out after coming so hard,” Vox says, not mincing words.
“It was perfect,” I reassure him. “To be honest, as much as I wanted to, I don’t know that I could have anyway. I wasn’t kidding when I said it’s been a while. I mean, it’s been a while for sex at all. It’s been even longer since I was on top.”
“Well, anytime you want to practice, I’m here for you,” Vox laughs, taking a sip of his hotel lobby coffee.
“Vox…” I start, but he holds up a hand.
“I know. You’re going to tell me it was a one-time thing. Spare me. I don’t think I can bear a lecture on why we can’t do this. Your job, my job, Grey, blah blah blah,” he says, making me laugh.
“Blah blah blah?” I repeat, mocking him.
Vox shrugs. “Seemed like the best way to sum this bullshit up.”
Fair enough.
“Looks like we’ll at least have Jennifer’s birthday dinner together.” I don’t know why I just throw it out there like that. Best guess is I’m clinging to anything that will let me feel like this isn’t coming to an end as soon as my tires hit the property line of the ski resort.
“You’re coming to Grey’s?” Vox asks. I guess he was still asleep for that part of the conversation.
I nod. “He invited me when he called looking for you.”
“You sure that’s a good idea?” Vox asks in a melancholy tone.
“Hell no. In fact, I think it’s a terrible idea, but he caught me off guard, and he’s my boss, so I kind of felt like I had to say yes.
” Plus, I’m pretty sure he’s catching on, and declining would raise more questions.
Not to mention, I’m desperate to be in your orbit, regardless of where it is and who else is around.
“Okay, so we’ll put on the best performance of our lives. I can do that. Can you?” Vox asks.
“What do you want from this?” I ask, merging onto the highway. Knowing his expectations will help me better set my own.
“Well, I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.
Connor, you’re fucking amazing, and you make my dick hard simply by existing.
” He moves my hand to his rigid cock to prove himself right, but his next words are what confirm that it’s going to be solely up to me to ensure we stay out of trouble.
“You make me feel not so alone. You understand my world, the things that stress me out, and the rides that make me high.”
“I feel the same way, but Sam was right. I’m a rule follower. I hate disappointing people.”
Vox lifts my hand and kisses my knuckles in a stupidly romantic and wildly unexpected gesture. “For what it’s worth, I’m extremely proud of you for last night.”
Fuck, I want to keep him.