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I leaned over him pressing up against his sweaty back, and I reached around him grabbing his dick. He was hard, full, ready to burst, and damn, he really wanted this. Really wanted me.
“Bet you’ve been thinking about this a long time,” I murmured, matching my tugs with my thrusts, getting ready to feel him explode hot and heavy all over my hand. “Bet you’ve been hearing whispers about how good I am, how hard I fuck. It’s all true. But never like this. You’re special, Beast. You’remine.”
He groaned hard, loud, throaty like an animal, and I fucked everything I had into him, my eyes watering when I closed them and felt him clench so hot and tight around me. I don’t know if I came first, or if feeling him on my hand set me off, but it was close, both of us finishing and collapsing, him on the dresser and me on top of him, breathing hard, but somehow also barely breathing.
“I think you found my weak spot,” he whispered, and I grinned.
* * *
“Walker’s parents are getting divorced,”I told him after we showered and passed out on the bed awhile, and were laying there waiting for the pizza, just touching each other lazily. “It’s complicated, but I guess that’s... part of why he’s been so fucked up. Distracted and everything. He’s got some pretty big trust issues.”
Caleb nodded. “Yeah. Divorce is… It’ll fuck you up.”
“Did it fuck you up?” I asked him, and he kind of shrugged.
“People have it worse.”
“You shouldn’t say that all the time, you know. It’s not always a contest. You’re allowed to just hurt.”
“Thanks,” he finally said.
“I think he looks a little better. Out there today. A little more relaxed. Thanks for staying. It was fun. I think it helped him too.”
“Why, because I’m so bad at football?”
“Well… yeah, partly,” I admitted, and he laughed. “But also you’re… new. And exciting. Something different. You shook things up.”
“It was kind of fun,” he said after a minute. “Weird. They’re not really what I thought they’d be like.”
“They like you. They all… think you’re my boyfriend.”
He grunted a laugh. “Yeah? Why would they think that?” he teased me.
“I don’t know. Guess because we hang out a lot. We live together. You come to my practices. I get distracted staring at you. I want to kill anybody that puts their hands on you.”
“Hmm. Seem like valid reasons, I guess.”
“Would you…” I rolled over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling, shivering as he kept stroking my stomach with his long fingers. The guy really knew how to touch. “Would it be weird if we were. Out. At school. For real? I know you say you want to be invisible and everything.”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, well, for someone who’s supposed to be invisible, you see me pretty well. You’re right. I just… It’s easier to be nobody than to be somebody people wanna fuck with. Or to be somebody who’s in the way. It’s easier when you ignore everybody first.”
I shook my head, understanding that answer, but not really liking it. I wanted to fix his damage. But I didn’t want to force anything on him. Or myself. I wanted this to be easy, the way it felt when it was just here, just us. “I don’t wanna ignore you. But I don’t wanna…”
“If you’re asking it I wanna hold your hand in the hallway, and on the street, and go to your booster dinners and take you to prom and kiss you at graduation, the answer is yes. But it’s a lot. For both of us. So, I’m okay with whatever you’re comfortable with.”
Too bad I didn’t know what the hell that was.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
On no planet did I expectto wake up smelling garlic Friday morning.
I rolled over, a little disoriented, looking at Caleb’s empty side of the bed, and then blinked myself a little more awake, inhaling again. Definitely garlic. I was more used to being seduced by bacon in the morning, but I could switch things up. My stomach growled, agreeing, go-time like always.
I dragged my ass out of bed, trying to ground myself in what was one of those down-in-infamy days. Chem test. And after that, Ollie Prep. And after that…
Well, I had ideas, but one step at a time. Starting with whatever the hell was going on in the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” I asked, rubbing sleep out of my eyes as I walked out and saw Caleb hard at work in front of the stove, surely not doing what it looked like he was doing.
