“Remind me, what’s the punishment for butt-ending, Frat boy?” I mumbled against his wet lips.
He shivered against me.
“I have no idea,” he lied. “I’m a shitty referee.”
“Are you still feeling sick?”
Nate shook his head, eyes heavily hooded. “No, do you?” His body pressed closer to mine.
“No.”
We both hesitated for another fraction of a second, then our lips met in a fiery kiss.
Chapter Seventeen
Nate
Thank fuck Vee hadn’t dug deeper. How the hell would I have explained that the idea of some random guy touching me years ago made me feel like I’d been about to throw up?
“Vee, please,” I whimpered into our kiss. The only thing his blowjob had done was to make me even hornier. The need to feel him turned me fucking feral. I recognised this high feeling from when we won a game. Not even under torture would I ever admit that Vee was even better.
“I’ve got you, Frat Boy.” He rolled us around, bringing my back to the bed, then he was gone.
“Nah,” I complained like a needy brat, but seriously, he couldn’t just abandon me.
When I opened my eyes to see what he was doing, his imposing form, his bulk, and that cheeky grin pushed all other thoughts from my head.
You hot thing.
Vee tried and failed not to laugh. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re adorable when you’re horny?”
I pouted up at him. “Cock.”
His eyes briefly dipped to my groin.
“Yes?” Vee sat down beside me. His thumb brushed my lips and I drew a shaky breath. “I just got this," he said, holding up a bottle of lube and a condom.
“Oh.”Shit. My face flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry,” I added in a small voice.
“It’s okay if you change your mind, Frat Boy,” he spoke against my cheek, then kissed it.
“I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you, Vee.” I slung my arms around his neck to pull his beak back on my mouth.
Another rush of emotion made me forget about any shame. It wasn’t sickness this time, but a raw, desperate need.
He let out a groan and backed out of the kiss to catch his breath.
“You let me know the moment you’re not game anymore, okay? The moment it starts to feel uncomfortable, or just weird, and I’ll stop. Okay?” Vee asked in a stern voice.
OKAY. Stern German Chicken Daddy can so get it.
“I promise.” I locked eyes with him and nodded. He returned the gesture, and his dark eyes turned soft.
“Good,” he murmured, then snuggled me against his enormous chest, and pressed his forehead to mine.
Does he want to keep eye contact?
“Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
