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I relaxed a little at that. Because fuck, if he’d been expecting me to share a bed with him, I was going to be so, so, so fucked. Even now, my dick was hard at the mere thought of it. Actually having to do it?
Christ, I’d never get to sleep if that were the case.
I roughly cleared my throat, hoping he didn’t notice my current predicament. “Okay,” I rasped.
He set my suitcase in the little compartment under the microwave where his laptop and his duffel were before nodding his head to the passenger seat. “Go on and take a seat. We need to hit the road.”
I did as he ordered, thankful to be sitting down again. I was a bit unsteady on my feet and needed to get my head back right. Because shit, that one bed had thrown me for a loop. I hadn’t been prepared for that in the slightest.
We were quiet as Conan got buckled in and pressed a whole bunch of shit on his dashboard before he shifted gears and we began to roll out of the parking spot.
“Your dad says you still haven’t picked a college,” Conan said a few minutes later once we were cruising down the interstate. Everything was so fucking high up here. It was weird but also a bit cool. There was so much more to see from this height. I was honestly a little excited to see places I’d never been before from this vantage point.
I grunted at him. “That’s a sensitive topic,” I muttered, my mood souring.
Conan sighed. “I don’t agree with what he’s doing, Fletcher.” I looked at him in surprise. I had honestly thought he would’ve since they were best friends. “Tyler hasn’t been the same since he lost your mom. She kept him settled and grounded. Losing her messed him up inside, and he’s clinging to you in fear of losing you, too. I understand his fears, but it’s not fair to you. Especially when you’re officially an adult now.”
“Wow,” I muttered. He chuckled. “I wasn’t expecting you to say that,” I admitted. “I just…” I thrust my fingers through my curls since they were already messed up anyway. “Dad just… he has thisplanfor me. He wants me to pick a school close to him so he can keep an eye on me, but he also wants me to live on campus and attend regular classes so I can besociable.”
“You’ve never been sociable,” Conan said, shaking his head. “I don’t know why he can’t see that. Amy wasn’t either. She was quiet and preferred to stay in rather than go out. You’re a lot like her.”
“Well, that’s great,” I scoffed. “Probably just another reason he’s so overbearing.”
Conan shrugged as he hit his indicator to switch into the middle lane to go around another trucker in front of us. “Whatareyour plans, Fletcher? Because I’ve known you your entire life. You never don’t have some kind of plan.”
“Promise this won’t get back to him?” I asked Conan.
He shook his head, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. “I’d never do that to you, Fletcher. I’m loyal to my best friend, but I don’t tell him everything. I’d never betray your trust like that.”
I’m loyal to my best friend.
Damn, that settled in my stomach like sour milk. Just another way of proving that Conan wouldneversee me like I saw him.
How in the world had my obsession gotten this damn bad?
“I want to go to school for art and graphic design, and I want to take my classes online,” I blurted before I could chicken out. “But Dad wants me to double major in business and accounting. It’s his dream to have me take over his accounting firm, and it’s just… not my thing. Ihatenumbers.”
Conan sighed. “Maybe you two need to just sit down and talk, Fletcher.”
I scoffed. “That’ll go overso well. He’ll just give me that disappointed look, which will make me feel guilty, and then I’ll feel like Ihaveto do what he wants me to just to please him again. It’s a vicious cycle. I haven’t figured out how to break it.”
Conan hummed. “Just be your own man, Fletcher. Make your own decisions. If it makes you happy, then fuck everyone else. Your dad will be hurt, but he’ll get over himself. Because no matter what, he loves you.”
I looked out the window, done with the conversation. Because it sure didn’t feel like Dad loved me no matter what.
Sometimes, his love felt conditional. Especially as I got older.
3
Conan
Fletcher was asleep in the bunk. When I’d woken up this morning to hit the road again, he was asleep in the passenger seat, somehow curled into a ball despite his tall, muscular frame. I’d gently woken him up and helped him to the bunk in the back before covering him up.
Three hours later, he was still zonked out, lightly snoring, his lips parted the slightest bit. Snoring from anyone else probably would’ve annoyed me, but I was pretty sure there wasn’t a damn thing in this world that boy could do that would annoy me.
My obsession with him waswrong. I knew that. Christ, he was my best friend’s son. Not to mention, I was twenty-five years older than him. I’d done so damn good about keeping my distance, but then Tyler invited me to his eighteenth birthday party, and I saw Fletcher in nothing but a pair of small swim shorts. All those muscles and those fucking glorious abs had been on display. His arms were corded with thick muscles, and his chest and abs flexed every time he so much as moved even a hair.
Fletcher was hard, beautiful perfection everywhere. From then on, I hadn’t been able to keep him out of my mind. When I fisted my cock every fucking night—save last night because he was in the truck with me and still awake when I’d gone to bed—he was the only person I imagined. I pictured those muscles flexing as he rode my cock. Pictured him above me as he thrust into my ass and claimed me as his own.
