The draft.
Mike and Mia.
This isn’t just about Colin and what Linden promised him.
“Okay,” I whisper, and he smiles, warm but also a little distant. There are a ton of words swirling through my head, none of them making much sense.
You can have a thousand memories of Micah Mahoney,andI haven’t really thought about football in weeks,and most of allFuck Colin and fuck Mike and fuck Mia.
But I don’t say any of that. Instead, I kiss him again and again and again until I get so drunk on his taste and lust that I forget every single one of them. His hands are everywhere, covering every inch of my body, from the tan lines on my arms over the dips between my abs down to my leaking dick. They slip under the waistband of my boxers, peeling the material off me, slowly, excruciatingly, maddeningly.
It’s almost painful to let go of him so I can slide out of them and push the last item of clothing from the edge of the bed.
“Fuck.” Linden sighs when my naked body covers his, skin meeting skin, our erections sliding together.
“Lube?” I grind out, already eyeing the nightstand, when he gives me a nod. I lean as far as I can—unwilling to roll off of him—and blindly root around in the upper drawer until my fingers wrap around a plastic tube. “And condoms?”
“Hm? Oh, I…” Linden blinks up at me with big eyes, then clears his throat. “I don’t have any. I…I mean, there wasn’t a reason so far, and we said—” He bites his lower lip.
“That’s okay. I can run upstairs and get some of mine.” I’m already halfway off the bed when he grabs my arm, holding me back.
“Wait! Micah. What if we…I mean, it’s not like I can get pregnant?” He laughs—a little too loud and a little too high—and it takes me another second until I realize what he’s trying to ask of me.
“You want to do it without protection?” I clarify, and he flushes instantly.
“Only if you want! But…but since I’ve never had sex before…I mean, it should be okay?”
“Lind, sweetheart, butI’mnot a virgin,” I point out the obvious as I slowly climb back onto the bed.
He scrunches up his nose as if it's only now occurring to him what this means for him and his safety.
“But…but you’re probably getting health tests done regularly, right? For football?” he asks tentatively, and I nod, afraid that even the slightest reaction will influence his decision.
“It’s not mandatory,” I admit, “but I get them done regularly. And I...I have never done it without a condom.”
“Never?” Linden raises both brows, and I laugh at his surprise.
“No, never. Do I come across as that irresponsible?”
I don’t get an answer to that. Instead, he pulls me back onto him, capturing my lips in a kiss.
“Let’s do it then. Please? I want to know what it feels like to have you come inside of me,” he murmurs, and I moan in response.
“Keep that talk up, and you’ll never know because I’ll come onto your sheets instead,” I warn him, my chest squeezing at the cheeky grin he gives me in return.
“So little self-control?” He reaches for the lube, clicks it open, and pours it right into my palm.
“After I’ve already tasted you? Licked into you? Felt how tight and hot you are? Yeah, there’s not much left of it,” I growl, watching with amusement as his cheeks heat again. “Now lie back and spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
He does as he’s told, falling back into the pillows and slowly letting his thighs fall open, giving me a great view of not only his entrance but also his full balls and erect dick.
“Remember when you came hands-free from blowing me?” I murmur as I lean forward, my index finger reaching out to lightly trace the ring of muscle to his entrance. He’s quivering from the light touch alone, his pelvis rising off the mattress.
“You-you’ll never let me forget, huh?” he groans.
“Never,” I promise as I probe his entrance, slowly letting my first finger glide into him and watching in fascination as it disappears into his greedy hole.
“Do you think you can do that again today? Come untouched?” I ask when, after a moment, I move it in and out, slowly at first, and then a little faster when Linden is meeting me halfway. His eyes are hooded now, blond lashes casting dark shadows on his cheekbones, his light hair tousled and fanned out on the pillowcase.
