Page 109 of Hidden Fates

Dropping off the backside, I pull him into a headlock and ruffle his hair. “You could have done it, Bee. Just gotta put some muscle on these wings.”

“Fuck off,” he pants, shoving my arm loose until it’s tucked around his shoulders. “I love going to the gym, but this is next-level.”

Patting his chest, I steer us through the room and back toward the lockers to change. The athletic clothes we wore out are damp with sweat from the past hour and a half of activity.

I’m twisting my hair into a bun as I exit the locker room, bumping into Bellamy who is waiting outside the doors. His coat is in one hand, leaving his outfit on full display.

Does this man always have to look like a delicious little slut?

Another pair of gray sweats is slung low on his hips, showing off the white band of his boxers. It’s his shirt that has me biting back a groan. The navy material cuts off above his abs, molding to his chest and biceps. On the front, an arrow labeled ‘option one’ points up, and another points down; this one option two.

“Ready?” he asks, oblivious to the possessive need he’s ignited in my body.

I motion him toward the exit as I try to control myself. I can’t smother the groan that slips through when he faces away from me and I see a third arrow on the back of his shirt pointing to his ass. Option three it is.

When we get to the Jeep, I stop him from starting the engine. “Pull your sweats down and show me your cock.” He rushes to do as I asked, shimmying them down his thighs. Leaning across the center console, I fist his length, drinking down his moan in a languid kiss.

I’ve never sucked someone off, but I’m not nervous. Bellamy trusts me. He’ll let me know what he likes.

Slow drags of my fist up and down his length build pre-cum on his tip. I lean down and lick it off, letting the earthy, slightly bitter taste coat my tongue. He whimpers when I swirl around the fat head of his cock, teasing his frenulum.

He squeaks, clutching the side of his seat with a white-knuckled grip when I open my hand and spit onto his length. “Fates, that’s fucking hot.”

With my eyes boring into his, I take his tip into my mouth and suck hard. I inch him between my lips, using my tongue to trace aimless patterns onto the underside of his cock.

I push too far, gagging around him, and pull back.

“Feels so good,” he praises. He hasn’t looked away since I started, those heat-filled baby blues locked in. I’m hard as hell having his focus so completely on me.

Bobbing up and down, I sneak a hand down to roll his balls between my fingers. Spit leaks from the corners of my mouth, pooling at his base and making the sloppy sounds of me blowing him ten times more erotic.

“I’m close,” he warns. His thighs tense, his breath catching just before his cock kicks, cum spurting onto my tongue.

Licking him clean, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and sit back in my seat. He’s wrecked, his eyes wide and his bottom lip flushed from biting it.

“We should grab food,” I say, buckling myself in.

“I don’t know how to respond to that. You’re wild, dude.” He winks at me, one arm latching onto the back of my seat as he backs out. “This makes the top ten dates I’ve been on, for sure.”

We grab tacos from a carryout spot a few blocks away from the gym, eating and talking as we drive home. I learn a lot about him. He’s the second-born with one older sister and three younger siblings, two of whom are twins. I met them at Skye’s birthday party several weeks ago.

His love for the outdoors comes from his parents. His mother is a forest ranger, and his father owns a landscaping company, so he spent a lot of time outside with them.

“What do your parents do?” he asks as we exit the highway.

“My mom teaches language arts, and my dad is the principal at her school. My father owns a construction company.”

“So you never got away with anything at home, did you?”

I gather our trash to take into the house. “If they didn’t catch me, my sister Cora would snitch. She’s a year and a half younger and loved getting me into trouble. Still does when I go home to visit.”

“I can’t wait to meet her. Bet we can come up with all sorts of ways to get your parents to ground you,” he jokes, shifting into park. I shove his arm, grumbling about him already teaming up with her to torment me.

Outside the front door, I grab his arm and pull him against my chest. “Thank you for going out with me tonight. I really like you, Bee.”

His lopsided grin is so damn cute I have to lean in and kiss it off his face.

“I feel the same, Caleb. Does this mean our night together is over?”