24. Say. My. Name.
24
Say. My. Name.
Clayton
I t’s our last night in California before we have to go back to Florida, and we’re spending the evening hunkered down at the Campos’s kitchen table playing the most intense game of Clue I’ve ever seen. It’s not exactly the typical way I’d spend spring break, but I’m absolutely loving every single second of it.
The way Joe says something smart to Cassandra every time she guesses a clue and makes a mark on her sheet of paper. The way she pinches him in the side every time he makes said smart comment just for him to wink back at her. The way Rocky and Lil quite literally have not stopped arguing since we started this damn game. And the way Rocky looks my way every so often, softly smiling at me as he catches me softly smiling at all of them. But most of all, the way he occasionally squeezes my thigh under the table, silently asking if I’m overwhelmed.
I love it all.
Rocky rolls and his character enters the billiard room on the game board. After he thinks for a few moments, he looks at his sister, who is directly to his left, and asks, “Was it Miss Scarlet, in the billiard room, with the wrench?”
Liliana sighs dramatically as she shows him a card in her hand, and I hear her mutter something about hitting Rocky with a wrench under her breath as Rocky makes another mark on his paper, grinning confidently.
Reaching to my left, I rub my hand along his spine. “Good job, B-buddy.” Just like I’ve tried to do since we arrived a week ago, I stop myself from using the nickname that so easily falls from my lips. But this time I almost let it slide, and judging by the way his smile immediately falls, Rocky noticed.
Curling her lips in, clearly trying not to burst out laughing, Lil claps Rocky on the back and mocks, “Yeah, good job, b-b-buddy.”
“ Eu vou matar você, ” he snarls at his sister.
As the game continues, every time I say something to Rocky, he grows more and more tense. On his last turn, he hardly even tries to make the correct guesses. I already know what he has marked off on his sheet because I’ve been sneaking peeks at it the entire time. And when Liliana finally guesses correctly, the game ends, and Rocky abruptly stands from his seat. ?? 1 Grabbing me by the wrist he pulls me from mine and drags me behind him into the hallway leading toward the bedrooms.
Pulling me into the bathroom, he slams the door closed and pins me against it. With his hands on the door on either side of my head, caging me in, he bites out, “Say it.”
“Say what?” I ask, clearly beyond confused.
“My name. Say it.”
“Rocky… what are—”
“No,” he practically growls. “You haven’t said it once since we got here. Say my name, Clayton .”
“I-I didn’t know.” I’m usually such a confident person, and I’m certainly the last person you’ll see stuttering and fumbling over their words when it comes to talking to someone I’m attracted to. But seeing Rocky be so passionate about me almost has me at a loss for words. Almost. “I know until me, you were one hundred percent straight, and I didn’t want to out you in front of your parents if you weren’t ready and calling you Baby would basically do that and not to mention I have no idea what you and I actually are, and I’m trying to be respectful when all I really want to do is hold your hand and kiss you and call you Baby, and also not to mention the fact that I haven’t gotten off in over a week and every time you so much as look at me, I feel myself getting hard and I’m worried that if I clench my jaw any harder to prevent that from happening at your parents kitchen table I’m going to crack a molar, and you’ll have to take me to the emergency dentist and then I’ll have to get put under laughing gas and the last thing I want for you is to see me high when—”
Rocky cuts off my incessant rambling by putting his hand over my mouth. His furious scowl now replaced by a small upturn of his lips. “I’m going to remove my hand, and you’re going to take a breath.” I nod against his palm and do as he says when his hand lowers. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone say that many words in a single breath. Not even Lil, and she never shuts the hell up.”
I shrug my shoulders innocently, still pressed up against the bathroom door, his arms still caging me in. “Call it a special skill. ”
“I appreciate the fact that you were worried about my feelings, but don’t worry about me. I’m ninety-nine-point-nine-percent positive Lil already knows something is up, and my parents are two of the most supportive people you’ll ever meet in your entire life. It’s not something that needs to be made a big deal of, nor do I want it made a big deal of. It’s not who I am. I’m fine with just being me, being us, and everyone else jumping on board. You okay with that?”
Relaxing, I rest my hands on his hips and nod. “If that’s what you want, then yeah, I’m okay with that.”
“Good.” He brings his head closer so his lips dust against mine. “Now… Say. It.”
“Baby…” I whisper in the most sultry voice I can manage.
Rocky tips his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he lets out a deep moan. Immediately, I feel his erection growing between us. Taking full advantage of the fact that we finally have privacy—not counting sleeping together and the quick moments we have before we go to bed and when we wake up over the last week—I lean forward and take the lobe of his ear between my teeth before repeating, “Baby.”
My lips skate lower, gently nipping at the skin of his neck just below his ear. “Baby.”
His hips thrust against me .
Trailing my tongue along the column of his neck until I get to the nape where I gently bite again. “My Baby.”
“Fuck,” he groans out. Threading his fingers through the back of my hair, he pulls so I’m forced to look at him. “You still have the hotel?”
My smile beams from ear to ear. “I never thought I’d hear you ask me that. Yeah, I still have it.”
“Get your shit. We’re leaving in twenty.”
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