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Then, I groaned when I glanced down. The nightstand drawer had landed on my phone, and when I picked it up, the screen was cracked in one corner. While that was annoying, the absolute outrage on Wy’s face was perfection, so I sauntered my way out of the room without another word and closed the door softly.
“You fucking asshole,” he called after me.
Yeah, okay, I hadn’t accomplished what I’d set out to do, but this was pretty good. I smirked as I headed toward my room to shower and get ready for practice.
8
WYSTAN
I didn’t knowwhat Atlas had been up to, but there was no way in hell I trusted him. I knew a ruse when I saw one, and while I’d enjoyed getting fucked by him, I had a point to prove now. So, every night, I locked my door. If he attempted to get in, I would hear him. As far as I knew, though, he didn’t try.
On the day of our first game, I bounced my way down the stairs. Mom and Joseph were in the living room. I could hear them watching one of Mom’s favorite romantic comedies. Even though they’d watched the movie ten times already, at least, Joseph never said no whenever she wanted to sit down and watch it again, and it was sweet of him. After hearing what he’d said to his own son, though, I wasn’t quite sure what I thought about him. What I’d heard in his office was a temper I hadn’t seen from him yet, and it made me wary. If he could treat Atlas that way, he would be able to do the same to Mom.
I made my way past the living room and to the kitchen to grab something to eat for breakfast, but I paused the moment I entered. Atlas was already there, leaning his back against the brown marble island countertop. He had a plate in his hand, and he was munching on some whole grain toast. By the looks of the leftover food, he’d also had a veggie omelet, which was a great protein breakfast that Coach Hill had suggested to us for the morning of a game.
“You got any more of that?” I nodded at him.
He snorted. “For you? No.” He shoved the last piece of toast into his mouth and made a show of licking and sucking on his fingers. While the action was afuck youto me, it was sexier than he probably realized.
“Are you propositioning me?” I waggled my eyebrows.
Atlas froze, glancing down at the finger he’d just licked. He dropped his hand and glared, then slammed the plate onto the island loud enough that I heard Mom go “What was that?” He turned toward me and crossed his arms. His tongue darted out and slid along his lips, and I couldn’t help but focus on the slick trip. I suspected he would be able to do some wonderful things with that tongue.
“We fucked, but that’s all it was,” he whispered.
“Twice.” I held up two fingers toward him and smirked. “You shoved your cock in me two times now.”
He shot a worried glance toward the entrance of the kitchen, and I rolled my eyes. Mom and Joseph were too interested in the movie to come and see what we were doing. He shrugged, large shoulders bobbing. “Whatever. Doesn’t mean anything.”
“Agreed.” I canted my hip against the island near him. “You don’t have to like me to drill me. I know I’m your Birdy, but I’m a bit of a cat, too. I love the taste of cream.” I winked.
“You’re also a fucking whack job.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed his plate again, stalking over to the sink. He ignored me while he slid the plate into the dishwasher, as though I wasn’t here. Poor naive soul.
I slid my gaze down his muscular body, taking in the lines through his tight white T-shirt and his boxers. He had a nice ass, as hard as the rest of his body, but also with a sexy curve that made my mouth water. I needed to take a bite out of that mound one day, though I suspected Atlas wasn’t the kind of guy who liked another dude near his cheeks.
“Stop fucking staring.” He threw me a nasty look over his shoulder.
I made a show of giving him a slow once-over. “But I like what I see.”
Something in him shifted and he stalked back toward me. With a hand on my chest, he shoved me against the island and the edge dug into my lower back, but the pain was easy to ignore when I had a hot dickhead of a guy pressed against my front. He leaned in close, and I licked my lips, waiting to see what he would do.
His mouth twisted in scorn and he bared his teeth at me as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted to rip me to shreds or devour me. “I should fuck you over this counter while our parents are in the other room.” His voice had a slight growl. A ripple of pleasure squirmed through me. “Then we’ll see how good you are at keeping your mouth shut, unless you want your mommy to see me plow her little boy’s hole like the slut he is.”
I nipped at his bottom lip and grinned. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
He growled louder and went to shove backward, but I grabbed his shoulders and spun him around. I slammed him against the island and slid down to my knees. His eyes widened and he glanced toward the kitchen entrance, but he didn’t stop me as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Tugging the underwear down, I winked up at him. He was all talk, but I was going to test his theory. Could he keep quiet while I sucked him off?
His cock was half hard by the time I got his boxers around his ankles, and I suspected all the talk about fucking had him turned on and ready for action. I was in the same position, but I would run my frustration off because being horny always helped me on a game day. The desire to fuck helped center my adrenaline.
“Look what we have here.” I gave him a smug grin as I wrapped my fingers around his thick base.
He hissed and glared. “Your fingers are fucking cold.”
I chuckled. “They’ll warm up.”
I didn’t give him a chance to argue because I was done with the foreplay. Leaning in, I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, sucking gently at first with a teasing flick of my tongue against his slit.
He cursed and his thighs tensed. The muscles in his legs flexed, and I enjoyed watching the movement from the corner of my eye.
