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There’s so much we need to talk about, and although we ended up distracted last night, I didn’t miss the fact that he avoided my statement about making some rules while we’re doing whatever this is.
“I don’t want to go out into the real world because that’s where I have to be a different person,” I confess.
Rick freezes with his t-shirt around his forearms. “Just be you.”
“Who I am in here with you and who I am out there…” I shake my head. “They aren’t the same person.”
His features pull tight, his eyes dropping as he tugs his shirt over his head. He spends a little too long making sure it's straight, and I know I’ve made this situation awkward. I’ve managed to go from playful and horny to somber and filled with worry.
“I’m not going to say a word to anyone.”
“Not even Rex?” My tone is sharper than I’d like, and Rick narrows his eyes.
The man knows me a little too well and has always been an expert at reading my moods.
“It’s hard for me to see him with you,” I admit before he can speak.
“Rex is my best friend.”
That crushes me, and I’d be no less injured if I got hit by a rogue tsunami.
“We aren’t messing around.”
“I was your best friend once, and we’re messing around,” I argue, trying my best not to let the emotions ripping open my chest to show through my words.
I woke up this morning feeling as close to whole as I can remember in a very long time, and within minutes, I’ve managed to ruin it.
“You’re the only person I’m messing around with,” he says on a sigh, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s just lip service at this point. “I’ve only failed at finding someone I want to spend time with in that way.”
“So, you’re settling?”
He runs frustrated hands over the top of his head. “Who knew the switch to your emotions was in your ass?”
He chuckles, and the sound of it makes me smile as well.
“I need it to be just the two of us while we’re doing this.”
Why was that so fucking hard to say out loud?
“Okay.”
“Okay?” I watch his face, searching for deception in his quick agreement. “It’s that easy?”
He crosses the room, leaning down closer to my face.
“Get up and get to class,” he says right before pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.
He walks out of the room like he isn’t part of the reason my entire life has turned upside down in the last few weeks.
I don’t do as he says. Class can wait. My dick, on the other hand, can’t.
I’m stroking slowly, free hand clasping my balls when the door opens again.
A wicked grin spreads across Rick’s face as he steps inside and lets the door close behind him.
“What are you doing?”
“Forgot my backpack. I’d ask what you’re doing, but it’s pretty damn clear.”
“Help me?” I offer, certain he’ll just laugh and walk out.
My nuts tighten when he walks over to his bed, digging around in the tangled sheets before coming back over with the bottle of lube fisted in his hand.
“Fuck yeah,” I groan when he pops the top.
The lube is freezing on my heated skin as he dribbles it over my fist, but it only heightens the swarm of sensations my body is suffering.
He leans over me, his mouth so close to mine I feel the brush of his lips when he speaks.
“Remember to curl that finger once it’s inside.”
Another chaste kiss, and I’m left with my mouth hanging open as I watch him grab the strap to his backpack before once again walking out of the room.
Laughter bubbles out of my throat at his boldness.
But that doesn’t stop me from using his offering in an attempt to recreate what he did last night.
I come, of course I do, but it doesn’t hold a candle to how he made me feel last night.
I didn’t plan my morning adventure well because after my heart rate returns to normal, I’m back in the shower despite having taken one right before bed last night.
I don’t feel guilty about skipping class today simply because I don’t do it often. I’m considering it a mental health day, and that’s not too far from the truth, considering just how tangled my thoughts are as I run my hands over my face, trying to find the part of me that’s different after what happened last night.
“Hungover?”
I look to my left to see Collins Alexander standing beside me with shaving cream on his face, razor poised about his jaw as our eyes meet in the mirror.
“Yeah,” I lie because it’s easier than the truth to explain.
He chuckles. “How’s my cousin?”
I shrug. “Was fine before I headed back to Texas. Stupidly in love.”
He laughs again. “Yeah, when the Alexander men fall, they fall hard.”
