Chapter 11
ELEVEN
MALIK
As slippery warmth slid across my cock, I fluttered my eyes open. Pleasure knotted in my gut. It was morning, and damn, that felt fucking amazing. “Grey?” I lifted the sheets and looked down.
Grey was stroking my morning wood, his hand wet like he’d put lube on it. His body pressed to my back, and his dick, also slippery, glided between my ass cheeks while he rocked his hips.
“Yeah?” he asked in a shaky voice. “Malik, I’m so close, I hope you don’t mind.” He groaned and bit the back of my shoulder, then trailed his tongue from the bite to my nape.
As goosebumps broke across my back, I freed a deep moan. “Hell no, I don’t mind. Use me all you want.” Why was I not surprised?
Pressing his forehead against my back, he rutted into my ass. “This is such a fucking turn-on, seeing my cock between your cheeks.”
“Yeah?” Grabbing his hand, I guided him to stroke me quicker. A surge of sensation pulsed my cock. “Come on me, Grey.” Hell, I was almost there myself. A few more strokes…
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” He panted, and his body shook as slick heat filled my crack, his dick slipping faster against me.
As my orgasm came on in a torrent, I groaned and squeezed my cock. It jerked in our hands, my cum spilling onto our fingers, tingling rushing to my toes. As it slowed, I relaxed into the bed. We’d have to clean his sheets today. No way around it.
Leaving my cock, he hooked his arm around me, pushing his body against mine, his hot breath kissing my cheek. “I woke up, and I was so fucking hard knowing you were naked in my bed…” He freed a soft chuckle. “I was the first time too, but I was also horrified and hungover.”
“Horrified? Really?” I huffed a laugh. Though hadn’t I been a little horrified?
“Okay, that’s a strong word. I was…scared.” He lifted onto an elbow, looking down at me. “What are we doing today? Because if we stay in this bed—”
“We might die from expelling all our bodily fluids?” I snorted and rolled onto my back. Fuck the sheets. “Let’s shower, alone, and then go out for a nice brunch.” I hadn’t heard Tex in the kitchen, so he might still be asleep.
“Yes, great idea.” He nibbled on my shoulder. “Fuck, I could eat you.”
“You have.” I pushed his forehead, rolling him off me. “And it was amazing.” With a quick laugh, I hopped out of bed.
Being with Grey at home proved even better than having him at camp. Here, I could share his bed. I padded into the kitchen and started the coffee. Yes, we could get coffee at breakfast, but I was in the mood for a good mimosa. It was our last day before shit got real at school.
Tex ambled from the hallway, his hair bed-mussed. “Hey, you starting breakfast?” He stopped next to me.
“No, just the coffee. I’m heading out for brunch with Grey.” I poured water into the coffeemaker and started it. Should I invite Tex? But I wanted to spend time with Grey…alone. Like a date? Shit.
“Okay. I’ll make a smoothie then.” Text pulled out bags of frozen fruit mix from the freezer. “Did you sleep together last night?” He glanced at me as he opened the refrigerator and grabbed the milk. “I noticed your bed was made.”
And I didn’t always make it. “Yeah, we slept together.” I pulled mugs down from the upper cabinet. “We didn’t uh…we haven’t had anal sex yet.” I winced. Did he need to know that?
“Oh. But you said, yet.” He smirked at me as he pulled the blender toward him on the counter.
I shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah, we’ve talked about it, so…” But we hadn’t had the full discussion yet about PrEP or condoms. I peeked at the hallway. What was taking him so long to get ready?
As Tex scooped protein powder into the blender, he stopped and peered at me. “Where is it heading with you two? If you sleep with him every night and you’re living together, it seems to me you should be boyfriends.”
My heart stuttered. “Boyfriends?” But we weren’t quite exclusive with Ella still in the picture. “He can’t come out, Tex. His family situation—”
“Fuck the family situation.” Tex slammed the lid on the blender and faced me. “Mark my words. Eventually, you’ll both have to face what’s really going on here.”
“Yeah? And what’s that?” Fuck, I’d never seen Tex this worked up off the field. I swallowed through the tightness in my throat.
He stepped closer to me, our chests nearly touching, and his gaze grew hard. “That you two are fucking meant for each other. You love him, and he loves you, and nothing should stand in the way of that love. Not even a family worth millions of dollars.”
I gaped, my pulse thumping in my temples. Was he right? But so far, we had been consumed by sex.
“Cat got your tongue, Thompson?” The edge of his lips twitched. “You have something special. Don’t fuck it up.” He knocked his knuckles against my chest.
“What’s going on in here?” Grey strolled in from the hallway, a grey polo stretching across his wide chest and white linen shorts wrapped around his hips.
“N-nothing.” Fuck, Tex better keep his mouth shut. Grey might get spooked if he heard him talking like that. “I made coffee. Want a to-go cup for the car?” Because I sure as hell wasn’t staying here any longer with Tex in this mood.
“Yeah, sure.” He sauntered into the kitchen, hooked an arm around my waist and planted a hard kiss on my lips. “You look amazing.” A soft grin curled his lips.
“So do you.” I peeked at Tex, shaking his head as he started the blender, whirring filling the air. As I turned to make our coffees, Grey pressed against my back, his chin resting on my shoulder, the amazing scent of his shampoo meandering into my nose. God, he fucking smelled good.
As the blender stopped, Grey faced Tex. “Hey, we’re headed to brunch. Want to join us?” He slipped his phone from a pocket in his shorts. “I found this place called Brunch Snob. Ever been there?” His gaze flicked from Tex to me.
Tex smirked. “Nope, I’m going to enjoy this smoothie and log in to my class schedule to be sure I’m prepared for tomorrow.” He poured his smoothie into a tall glass. Under his breath, he said, “You two lovebirds can have a nice date by yourselves.”
As I sipped my coffee, I sputtered. Fucker. He had to go there. I gauged Grey’s reaction.
Choking on a laugh, he said, “Yeah, right. Come on, Malik.” Hooking his arm in mine, he grabbed the other coffee from the counter and led me toward the door leading to the garage. “I’ll drive.”
Grey parked in a nondescript plaza in tan stucco with arches between the pillars of the covered walkway for the shops.
A sign reading Brunch Snob in red rested atop one arch with a Mexican bird of paradise flower in the logo.
Grey said, “So, have you ever eaten here? The Yelp reviews were excellent.”
“Nope, never.” I climbed out of the car and met him on the walkway, extending my hand to him. The place bustled with people, a telltale sign ASU was in session.
“Don’t worry, I put our name on the waitlist online.” He grabbed my hand and then stopped, slipping his hand from mine. “Uh, we should probably stop holding hands in public, don’t you think?” He flashed a placating grin. “We’re close to campus, and students are probably in there.”
I stared at him. So, holding hands in public was fine before we started hooking up, but not now? “Yeah, sure.” With my chest tensing, I opened the glass door for him. “After you.”
“Thanks.” He stepped inside, past a line of people at the hostess stand and spoke with a woman.
Planting my hands on my hips, I scanned the place. It looked new and clean, with black tables and chairs scattered along a greyish wood laminate floor in the modern farmhouse style that was so popular these days.
“Okay, I have a table.” Grey tapped my arm with the back of his hand and followed the hostess toward a booth along the wall.
Great, a booth. Normally I’d sit next to him, but now with him being so sensitive about our optics, I should keep my distance. As Grey slid onto the black bench seat, I dropped into a chair across from him.
Biting his lip, his gaze raked over me. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I picked up my menu and skimmed it. “Damn, you can get fried chicken and waffles here.” Why hadn’t I known about this place?
“See? I picked a suitable spot.” He leaned back as our server stopped at the table, and we both ordered mimosas. “Malik, I’m sorry for not holding your hand and not behaving…well, how we used to. But we should tone that shit down in public, don’t you think? What if someone here knows who we are?”
With my brows flicking up, I set my menu down and focused on him. “Grey, do you know how many photos there are of us on Instagram being affectionate?” All someone would have to do is look at either of our profiles.
His gaze widened. “Shit, I hadn’t thought of that. Maybe we should delete—”
“Fuck no. I’m not doing that.” Tex’s words rang in my ears.
With heat swelling my chest, I jabbed my index finger on the table and said, “Don’t you think it’ll look odder if we don’t continue to behave the way we always have?
Don’t you think whoever the fuck’s been watching our IG profiles will think something’s up then?
” I scoffed as the server set our drinks on the table.
As his brows furrowed, his lips parted. “I-I don’t know.” Dipping his head, he glared at his menu and ordered a lobster omelette.
With a huff, I ordered the fried chicken waffles. Fuck it, I’d probably have enough left over to take home for later.
When the server walked off with our menus under her arm, his gaze rose to mine. “I’m sorry, Malik. Can I meet you halfway?” He patted the bench seat beside him. “Come here and sit next to me.”
With a smirk, I rose and glided in next to him while he slid my drink toward me. I’d won this battle. But how many more were to come?
“Are you happy now?” He rested his bare thigh against mine and shifted closer to my side.
“Yes.” I sipped my drink, the cool bubbles mixing with the tang of the orange juice. “We’ll become known for our bromance when we play games. Hiding it will prove impossible.”