Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
ROWAN
I came in my fucking jeans like a teenager. How could I ever look him in the face again? I sank my teeth into my upper lip. I was a fucking mess. He hadn’t even agreed to start something with me. Lifting my head, I said, “Uh, sorry. Don’t know what got into me.” I made to get off him. It was all sticky inside my underwear.
He stopped me as I rose. “Rowan, it’s okay. I wanted it too.”
Eyeing his stunning face, the high cheekbones and dark eyes, I said, “Did you?” Wait, had I kissed him, or had he kissed me this time? It was all a blur.
“Yes, I wanted it.” He smirked. “Didn’t know it would go that far, but what the hell. Took the edge off.” He chuckled.
“Agreed.” I glanced at the start of a wet spot in my jeans. “I need to go clean up. I assume you do too?” He did come, right? It had sure seemed like it.
“Yeah, you use the bathroom, and I’ll use the kitchen?” He tilted his head over my throw pillow.
“You’re the guest. I’ll let you use the bathroom.” I hopped off him and held my hand out, pulling him up. “It’s in here.” I led him to my bathroom, flicked on the light, and left him. As I passed by my dresser, I pulled out some new briefs. Should I give him a pair of mine to wear home? What was the protocol here? “Hey, you want some fresh underwear?” I could at least offer.
He poked his head out. “Yes, please.” He flashed me a grin.
Grabbing another pair, I jogged to the bathroom and dropped them on the counter.
He stood at the sink, his jeans unfastened and a cum stain seeping through near the band of his underwear. “Thanks.”
I had to look. I had to ensure I wasn’t the only one who’d gotten off. “You’re welcome.” I made my way into the kitchen, dropped my jeans, and cleaned up, finishing by putting on my fresh briefs.
Tyler ambled through the doorway from the bedroom, his wadded-up underwear in his hand. “How much more time until your next class?” He walked across the room and stuffed his briefs into his backpack.
Glancing at the clock on the stove, I said, “Another hour and a half.” Good, we still had time to talk some more. I needed answers. The attraction to him was only stronger now.
He took his position in the corner of the couch, picked up his water from the coffee table, and sipped it.
I hadn’t even noticed he’d put it there. Was mine on the floor, maybe? I’d sort of abandoned it in favor of kissing him and doing…whatever it was we’d just done. Heat flared in my cheeks. I rinsed my underwear, rolled them up, and set them in the corner of the kitchen counter. I’d put them in the hamper later. As I strode to my couch, I eyed my water under the table. Yep, it had fallen.
Crouching, I picked it up and slid my ass onto the couch next to him. The big question was… “So what’s next? Are we going to continue this?” I scraped my teeth over my bottom lip, my pulse ratcheting up. If he said no, I’d want to crawl into bed for the rest of the day. Fuck class.
Furrowing his brows and studying his water bottle in his lap, he said, “I don’t want you hooking up with another guy, so I guess we should continue this.” His gaze flicked to mine.
My heart did a happy dance, and a smile broke over my face. “Yeah?” I shifted closer to him, the heat of his body shivering up my side. “How do we do this?” I wanted all the deets.
“I guess it sort of depends on you.” He snatched my hand and twined our fingers together over his thigh. “How are you feeling right now? Did it feel weird to get off with a guy?”
With a shake of my head, I said, “No. It felt good. It, uh…” I freed a stuttered chuckle, my shoulders shaking. “I was a little surprised by how much it turned me on.” I rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand. It was big and a little callused, a hockey hand. I’d never held a man’s hand before. Not like this anyway.
His brows twitched as he watched our hands. “I think we should take this slow. I don’t want a repeat of?—”
“I’m not going to pull any bullshit on you, Tyler. I want this, and it’s not just for fun. This is serious.” I had to make him see I wouldn’t break his heart. Sure, you never knew what the future held. But I would do right by him.
With his lips parting, his gaze wound to mine. “I’m going to trust you on that.”
“I won’t let you down.” Leaning in, I pressed a lingering kiss on his mouth. “Slow is good. We should probably keep this on the down-low too. Don’t you think? I mean, we’re D-line partners. I don’t know what Coach will think.” I cringed. Was I sounding like the asshole football player?
His gaze darted between my eyes. “You might be right. You know about Mason Hopkins and Jett Jarvis on the Coyotes, don’t you?” He pressed his lips together.
“The center and winger who got together?” I thought through it. “Mason is one of your friends, right?” He’d been one of the squad when he was still at ASU.
“He is. They’re keeping it professional on the ice, and the coaches are letting them continue playing together as long as they can keep their personal lives out of the rink.” He squeezed my hand and shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know, maybe it sets a precedent for us if we choose to come out to Coach.”
Did I want to come out? But we’d barely gotten started here. A knot formed in my stomach. I wasn’t ready for all that. “This is new for me, Tyler. Can all the coming out stuff wait for now?” Was I already letting him down? Fuck.
Worrying his lower lip, he hung his head. “Yeah, sure.”
“My friend Teddy knows though.” I had to give him something. I edged in closer to him, my side flush with his. “Tyler, do you want to tell your friends? They’d keep it a secret if we asked them to, right?” They all seemed like upstanding guys, and they understood what it was like.
“Let’s see where this goes first.” With a chuckle, he shook his head. “They’re already teasing me about it.”
“They are? Why?” I lifted the edge of my lips. They must have sensed what had been going on between us.
“They know I think you’re hot. So, of course, they assumed I was trying to get in your pants on the road.” With a soft smile, he shook his head. “Little did they know it was the other way around.” His gaze met mine.
“It was. You have no idea how hard it was for me to hold back as long as I did. Especially when you were upset about your mom.” I released his hand and draped my arm over his shoulders. “How is she doing? Is she out of the hospital yet?”
“Yeah, she called me yesterday. She says she’s pretty much back to normal.” He slumped into my side, resting his cheek on my shoulder. “You have no idea how much you helped me that day. I’m so glad you were there.”
Warmth burst in my chest, and I kissed his head. “Did they ever figure out what type of MS she has?” The exact diagnosis might take a while, but maybe she was lucky.
“She said the doctor thinks it’s the most common one.” He sighed. “That’s good, right?”
“So, relapsing-remitting, and yes, if she’s going to have it, then that type progresses the slowest.” Unlike what my mother had. My chest pinched. But this wasn’t about me right now. I glanced at the clock on my stove. I could spend the rest of the day with him, but I did have another class.
He lifted his head and peered at me. “Time for you to go?” His gaze fell to my mouth, and he wet his lips. “I won’t tell Ace and Myles about us yet. Let’s make sure this is going to work first.”
“It’s going to work.” I planted a kiss on his mouth. Funny, here I was kissing a guy, cuddling a guy, like I’d been doing it my whole life. “But yeah, let’s not go out and announce it right now.”
With a nod, he straightened off my side and stood with his water bottle. “Study date then?” His gaze cut to my backpack. “Do you still need help with geology?” He sipped from his water.
“I do.” As a smirk crept over my mouth, I said, “How about tomorrow night? You free?”
“I am.” He planted a hand on his hip. “We can study here. Then Ace and Myles won’t bother us.”
“I’m good with that.” My dick perked up. I was pretty sure we’d be doing more than studying. I set my bottle of water on the table and rose. “I’ll see you out. I should probably get started back to campus.”
“Yeah, parking is a bitch.” He strolled toward the door with me following.
I took in his rounded ass in his jeans. Was he a top or bottom? What if he was a top? My eyes grew wide. I didn’t need to think about that yet.
He opened the door and stopped, a coy grin curling his lips. “See you at practice.” Leaning in, he slid his fingers through the back of my hair, clutched it, and pressed a long, toe-curling kiss on my lips.
As he broke the kiss, my lips tingled and my cock thickened. Dammit, I couldn’t get enough. In a rasp, I said, “See you.” I cleared my throat.
He freed a soft laugh and walked away.
Holy shit, I was in for the ride of my life.
After class, I was back home at my dinette and failing miserably on my assignment for my fluid dynamics class. This shit should be easy for me, but getting Tyler out of my head was impossible. I glanced at my phone, plucked it off the table, and called Teddy.
The phone rang a few times and picked up. “Rowan, what a surprise.” He laughed as music played in the background.
“Where are you?” It was five here, so it was eight back home. “Are you in a bar?” A grin played over my mouth. Was he at the gay bar already?
“I am. But I have time for my newly queer bestie.” The music faded. “I walked outside so I could hear you better. What’s up with your new status? Are you embracing your bisexuality?”
“I am.” I puffed my chest out as warmth flooded my insides. “I had a talk with Tyler, and it went better than well. We’re starting a proper relationship. We, uh, we kissed and stuff.” I wasn’t going to tell him exactly what happened.
“Oh?” He paused. “What sort of stuff?”
Of course, he’d want the details. “Let’s just say we shared orgasms.” There, that was enough. I tapped my mechanical pencil on the table.
“And how do you feel about it?” he asked.
“Fine. Am I supposed to feel weird?” Maybe this queer thing was too easy for me? I twisted my lips, setting my pencil down and leaning back in my chair.
“No, but it would be normal for you to have some reservations. Take it easy on yourself.” He sighed. “My first time with a boy was so amazing.”
He’d never told me about that. Maybe he hadn’t thought I’d understand it until now. “Yeah? Tell me about it.” I set my phone on speaker and placed it next to my computer. This was going to be a longer conversation.
“It was in high school when we went to the Boston College frat party. Do you remember that? It was right before we got our acceptance letters,” he said.
“Yeah? When you disappeared on me for an hour?” Holy shit, he’d been with a guy that night? I stared at my phone. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know. It didn’t feel right to go off and kiss and tell.”
“To kiss and tell to me, or in general?” I gazed out the window next to the dinette into the afternoon sunshine and shadows from the courtyard trees. Had he felt like he couldn’t talk to me about these things?
“I think in general. I’d wanted to see him again. I think I thought I’d jinx it or something.” He sighed.
“Oh. Did you see him again?” I came toward the table, resting my forearms on either side of my laptop.
“No, I didn’t. It was okay though. I’d moved on,” he said. “Enough about me. Tell me more about what’s going on between you and Tyler.”
“The experience he had in high school was really bad. When he told the guy he was hooking up with he loved him, that’s when he got dumped.” I rolled my lips. No wonder he’d been fearful of me.
“Oh, that’s terrible.” He tutted. “You have some work cut out for you. You’ll have to prove yourself to him.”
“I know, and I will.” Once I made my mind up about something, I was full speed ahead. I ran my finger along the edge of my laptop. There were things I could ask Teddy and not sound like an idiot. “Teddy, what about the top and bottom thing? How does that work?”
He choked out a laugh. “You already want to have anal sex with him?”
“No, I just don’t know which one he is. What if he’s a top?” My gut clenched. I couldn’t fathom having a guy’s dick in my ass.
“When the time comes, you two need to have a discussion. You never know. He could be vers.” Teddy’s breath snagged. “You might want to watch some more porn and see what you like. Then, when you’re with him, you could try things, and you’d know what you’re doing. You get me?”
“Yeah, I get you.” Nodding, I said. “Thank God for porn.” Maybe I’d watch more tame things first, though, and work my way up to anal. Holy hell, was I really doing this? For a guy?
“Anyhow, I should get back into the bar. I’m technically on a date.”
“Shit, really? Who’s the guy?” A smile swept over my mouth. Teddy was a catch. I couldn’t believe he didn’t have a boyfriend already.
“A guy from one of my classes. You don’t know him.” He exhaled a sigh. “He’s tall, dark, and handsome, just how I like my men.”
“Good for you, Teddy. I’m happy for you, man. Maybe by the holidays, we’ll both have boyfriends.” Boyfriends? My eyes popped open. Would Tyler Hodge be my boyfriend someday? Holy hell.
“I hope so,” he said. “I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”
“Yes, talk to you soon. Love you, man.” I smiled at my phone.
“Love you too.” He ended the call.
I tipped my chair back and gazed at the pendant lamp hanging over my dinette. I couldn’t wait to be alone again with Tyler. I wasn’t sure we’d get any studying done.
The next morning, I strolled into the gym, ready for our pre-practice routine. My gaze caught on Tyler, his form-fitting athletic wear hugging his body in all the right places while he worked through some chest presses. Heat built low in my belly. The guy turned me on something fierce.
Myles hovered over him, spotting him.
“Hey, guys.” I strode to them and stopped. I should be training with Tyler. We were basically on the same regimen.
Ace, doing squats with heavy-ass plates on his bar, glanced at me. “Your partner’s here, Hodge.” He snickered.
“Yeah, yeah.” Tyler set the bar on the stand and sat up on the bench. “You want to work in?” His gaze trailed over my body, stopping at my cock for a beat, and then his tongue slid over his lips.
Myles rolled his eyes. “Like that wasn’t obvious as fuck.”
“Shit.” With a coy grin, Tyler dipped his head.
“What?” Ace set his bar down and stepped to us. “What’d I miss?” With his hands planted on his hips, his gaze darted from Myles to Tyler.
“Nothing, Ace.” Tyler’s gaze met mine and his smile crinkled his eyes.
He was wicked happy to see me. Goddamn. My heart melted a little bit. Could I hug him or something? No, that would look obvious and weird.
Myles leaned into Ace’s side. “Hodge just checked out Mackenzie’s junk.”
“Uh…” I looked down. Yeah, I was a tad bit hard and showing. I clasped my hands in front of my groin.
“Well, it’s nice junk. Who wouldn’t want to look at it?” With a cackle, Ace clapped Tyler on the shoulder.
Tyler threw Ace a glare. “Keep your eyes to yourself. You have a boyfriend now, remember?”
“Oh, what’s going on here?” Ace bent forward, closing in on Tyler. “Do tell.”
“Nothing, um, he’s my partner, and I don’t want you guys fucking with him before we get on the ice. We gotta be focused today. We’ve got a big game coming up and shit to prepare for.” Tyler huffed and up-nodded me. “Come on, man. You can go next.”
Nice save. “Sure. Go light though. I need to warm up.” I swung my arms and then clasped my hands behind my back, stretching my chest.
With a wry grin, Ace leaned into Myles, cupped his hand over his mouth, and whispered in his ear, looking at me.
Myles nodded and sniggered.
“Don’t mind them. They drank too many energy drinks this morning.” Tyler stood, stepped toward me, and then slapped me on the ass.
My dick twitched and swelled. Fucking hell, he couldn’t do shit like that to me now. Turning away from the other guys, I swung my arm around his shoulders and, in a low voice, said, “You’re turning me on doing shit like that.”
His gaze dropped to the bulge in my shorts, and he covered his groin with his hand. “Shit, now you’re turning me on.”
A chuckle sprang from my throat. “We’ve got to stop this. Everyone’s going to know.” Holding out for each other the last week had apparently made us both horny as hell for each other. “Can’t wait for our study date.”
His jaw dropped as his knees buckled and straightened. “Stop it. Fucking hell. Think about hockey, pucks, blue-line drills, anything but what’s going to happen later.”
“What’s—”
Slapping his hand over my mouth, his wide-eyed gaze locked on mine. “Nothing. Don’t think about it, don’t talk about it. Nothing. Okay? Hockey. We’re here for hockey.” He ticked his brows at me.
I nodded, and he released my mouth. “Hockey…” Hockey, hockey, hockey. I turned my head.
Ace and Myles stood beside the bench, arms crossed over their chests, eyeing us.
Fucking hell, did they know? Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to focus. “Load me up, Cummings.” I turned my gaze on Ace. “Get back to it, Ace.” I had to work off this tension.
Ace barked out a laugh and saluted me. “Yes, sir.”
Later that night, I waited for Tyler to come over. We’d been texting most of the day and decided to order pizza once he got here. I paced across my main room, my gaze fixed on the walkway through the courtyard. I’d had an interesting afternoon of browsing more gay porn, and I was wound up tight. There were so many things we could do with two dicks. I’d had no idea.
I bit my thumbnail, turned, and walked the other way. Would Tyler want to study first or fool around? I might die of having no blood in my brain if he wanted to study.
Tyler strolled past the pool and under the trees.
Shit, he was almost here. I hopped on my toes, hauled ass to my door, and flung it open. My greedy gaze took in every inch of him, from his perfect dirty-blond hair, over his sculpted body under his team shirt and joggers to his sneakers. “Hey.” Could I maul him?
“Hey.” With his brown eyes twinkling and a wide grin, he stepped past me. “You look nice.” He set his backpack on the dinette.
I was wearing pretty much the same shit he was. “Oh, thanks.” I closed the door. When could I kiss him? Wasn’t a hello kiss appropriate right now? I stepped up behind him.
He turned and snatched the back of my hair. “Fuck, been wanting this all day.” He yanked my hair, crashing my mouth to his, and smothered me in a heated kiss, his tongue diving between my lips and gliding across mine. As a deep moan rumbled out of him, he pushed me to the wall.
As my back hit, his hard cock thrust against mine. I slapped my hand over his ass and rutted against him. A shockwave of pleasure rocketed through my body. Here we were, going at it again. I didn’t want to come in my fucking briefs this time.
His mouth and teeth licked and bit at my lips, my chin, and down my neck while his hand snuck between us and teased my nipple as he relentlessly rocked his hips against me.
With a groan, I chased the friction of our hot dicks pressed together and slanted my head, giving him more of my neck. A shiver of sensation threaded from my nipple to my dick. He was going to make me come in my damn underwear again if we kept this up.
He sucked and nibbled on the sensitive skin of my neck. “I fucking want you, Rowan.”
“Take me, but don’t make me come in my joggers.” I panted, pulling my hips back from the friction and pressure. I was close, so close.
Sucking my earlobe and then biting it, he shoved his joggers and briefs to his thighs and did the same to mine.
As the bare skin of our solid dicks collided, my eyes rolled back, and I bit my lip. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
He left me for a second to spit in his hand and shove it between us, grabbing both our cocks and pumping them while thrusting. “Jesus fucking Christ, you feel good.” He gasped and stroked.
Sparks lit up behind my eyes and my toes curled. I was a goner. My knees buckled as sensation surged to the raw edge. “Gonna come. Fuck, coming.” As my cock pulsed in his hand, my release shuddered through me, drawing my balls up and painting our chests with my cum.
He held me up against the wall. “Just need a second, baby. Fucking hell.” He pressed his forehead to my shoulder and looked down as if watching my body come undone. “Oh shit. Coming.” He quickened his pace over our firm cocks and his face scrunched up. “Fuck…” His cum spurted between us, landing on our shirts and mixing with mine .
As it slowed, he slumped against me, breathing hard. “Oh my God. What are you doing to me?” He chuckled.
I threaded my fingers in his hair and kissed his head. “Whatever it is, I like it, and I’m going to keep doing it.” Intense was the only word I could use for it. I’d never experienced anything like this.
“Then I’m not responsible for the things I’m going to do to you.” With a coy smile, he lifted his head, his gaze searching my face. Cupping my cheek, he pressed a lingering kiss on my lips. “I take it you were okay with what we did?”
“Hell yeah.” I looked deeply into his brown eyes, his pupils returning to normal. “I’m finding being with a guy is more of a turn-on than when I was with women.” Did it make me gay? Or was I still bisexual?
“You mean being with me.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “Right?”
“Of course.” I squeezed his ass cheek. “Guess I’m, what is it, gay for you?” I knew it wasn’t a real thing, but right now, it sort of felt like it.
“Good.” He slid his tongue across my lower lip. “Before I go after you again, we should probably talk about what you’re comfortable with. I’ve been going off physical cues, but I want some clarification.” He cupped my balls. “Because I’m dying to show you everything.”
With a nod, I said, “Yeah, we should talk about things.” Especially the top or bottom thing. I looked down at our shirts and the blobs of cum. “I’ll, uh, wash our shirts while we study.” I chuckled. “We seem to end up getting cum on our clothes a lot.”
He stepped back, pulled up his joggers, and held out his shirt. “Yeah, well, you said you didn’t want to come in your underwear, and I wasn’t going to last long enough to get undressed.” He looked at me from under his brows, smirking.
“I get it. I wasn’t either.” I slid my briefs and joggers up and shucked off my shirt. “Come on, give it to me, and I’ll throw these in the washer. ”
“Sure.” He pulled his shirt off, wadded it up, and handed it to me. “Are we going to be able to study shirtless, or will our minds start drifting to other things?” His gaze landed on my chest. “Because I have a thing for your nipples.”
“You do?” I covered my chest with the shirts. Nipples were a thing for gay men? I had so much to learn.
“I do.” He pressed the shirts down, leaned in, slowly trailed his tongue over my left nipple, and then circled it. “Damn, it’s thick and tasty.”
My dick tingled and swelled. Fucking hell, I could go again. “We better put shirts on if we want to study. I’ll grab one of mine for you.”
After tossing the shirts in my washing machine, putting a new shirt on, and grabbing one for Tyler, we studied for over an hour and caught up on our assignments.
“You ready for pizza?” I picked up my phone. A text message popped up from Sylvia, a girl I’d hooked up with a few times when I’d first moved out here.
Tyler leaned over the table, peering into my phone. “Who’s Sylvia?”
“Just…no one.” I tapped open my DoorDash app. “What do you like on your pizza?” This was awkward, and this girl was persistent. I’d handle her after Tyler left.
“Everything except green peppers.” He wrinkled his nose.
“Sounds good to me.” As I ordered, another text message came through. “Fucking hell.” She was starting one of her war-texting sessions. I finished the order.
“Who is Sylvia?” Tyler sat back in his chair, narrowing his eyes at me.
Blowing out an exhale, I set my phone down. “I hooked up with her a few times. She can be a little annoying though. ”
My phone buzzed on the table with another text message. I glared at my phone. Not now…
He gnawed his lower lip, fixating on my phone. “How many girls text you for hookups?”
Turning the phone over, I said, “A few.” Okay, maybe five or six? He didn’t need to know that. He’d think I was a player, and I was supposed to be winning him over here.
“What are you going to do?” He flipped my phone over, peered into the screen, and wrinkled his nose. “She’s accusing you of ignoring her.”
“Well, I am. I’d rather spend time with you.” I plucked my phone off the table and set it on Do Not Disturb . “There, now she won’t be bothering us.” Besides, we had things to talk about, like topping or bottoming.
“What are you going to tell her when you do talk to her?” His jaw tensed.
“That I’m busy? I don’t know.” Shit, should I tell her I’m no longer available? But what if this thing with Tyler didn’t work out for whatever reason? I studied him. “What do you want me to tell her?” Maybe that was a better answer.
“I don’t know.” He huffed, hung his head, and then focused on me, coming in close. “This is new, so I can’t expect you to not hook up with other people besides me.” He wrinkled his brows. “But I don’t want to know about it.”
I stared at him for a beat. “But I don’t want to hook up with other people.” As my chest bristled with heat, I said, “Are you hooking up with other people?” Shit, he frequented the gay bar with Myles, and it had sounded like they hooked up with guys there all the time. No fucking way was I putting up with that.
“I haven’t since we first kissed. But I…” He looked off toward my couch. “I haven’t had the chance.”
That was it. Time to show him how serious I was about us. I snatched my phone off the table, opened Sylvia’s messages, and stabbed the keyboard.
Rowan
Sorry, but I’m not available for hookups any more. I’ve found someone I like.
I stuck the phone in his face. “How’s that?” Yes, we were new, but fuck if I was going to let him go to the gay bar and do whatever they did in those restrooms.
His gaze softened and a grin teased his lips.
The phone buzzed in my hand.
His grin fell. “You pissed her off now.” He turned the phone toward me.
Sylvia
What the hell? I thought we were going to start dating? You’re dating someone else?
“Shit.” I glanced at Tyler, frowning at me. Maybe I had been a player. But I wasn’t playing him. “Let me take care of this.” I had to say something empathetic so I didn’t look like a dick but also definitive and clear. I typed a message back.
Rowan
Things have changed and I’m sorry it didn’t work out between us. Yes, I’m dating someone else. I wish you well.
I hit send. Okay, maybe the last bit was kind of cliché. I held my phone out to Tyler. “There, it’s done. While we’re together, I won’t be hooking up or dating anyone else.” I gauged his reaction. Would he say the same?
“Okay.” He lifted his chin. “I guess I’ll stop using my hookup app.”
“You have a hookup app?” I dropped my mouth open. Of course, he did. Most guys did, as far as I knew.
“Don’t you?” He dropped his forearms on the table .
“I have a dating app but haven’t been on it in a long time. I prefer the old-fashioned way of hooking up. Meeting a person in a bar.” I raised the edge of my lips. What about the gay bar for him? “If you and Myles go to the gay bar?—”
“Don’t worry. I’ll behave.” He smirked at me. “Or we can go together.”
“If we go together, won’t Myles and Ace find out about us?” I twisted my lips. It would be damn near impossible to hide my feelings for him in that environment.
“Let’s play it by ear. Right now, we have no plans on going to The Club.” He stood and held out his hand. “Come on, let’s move to the couch.”
Grabbing his hand, I rose. What the hell just happened? Had we decided to be exclusive, but only while we were fooling around?
A knock sounded on my door.
“Shit, pizza.” I’d almost forgotten about it. I opened the door and picked up the pizza box from the entry. “Go sit down, and I’ll bring it over. You want a beer or Gatorade?”
“I think I need a beer for our next conversation.” He snickered.
With a shake of my head, I said, “Good plan.” I set the pizza box on the table, strolled into my kitchen, and grabbed two beers from the refrigerator, a few paper towels, and plates. After making my way to the couch, I set everything down and dropped in next to Tyler.
He moved a pizza slice to a plate, handed it to me, and sucked his index finger into his mouth, licking off grease. “Mmm, good.”
“Yeah?” As my attention drew to his thick lips surrounding his finger, my cock tingled. What would it be like to get a blowjob from him? I was already wanting more. I snicked my can open and sipped my beer.
He slid a slice onto his plate and held it up to his mouth, taking a bite, and then moaned. “Goddamn, pizza is the best, isn’t it?”
“Uh-huh.” I watched his tongue fling out and lap some cheese sticking to his chin. Holy hell, I couldn’t think about anything but sex with him. Were my feelings all lust-based? Like his body was a new toy I couldn’t put down?
“What?” He stopped chewing and swallowed, his brows wrinkling. “Why are you looking at me like that instead of eating your pizza?”
I blinked. “I-I don’t know. Must have been zoning out.” I sipped more beer and then took a bite of my pizza.