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“Here,” he said, stealing the lube bottle from me. I shoved my boxers down, and he slathered my cock. The sensation of his warm, wet hand around my dick had me gritting my teeth so I didn’t pump and unload. I tugged the blankets upward and tight down around us, a cocoon, putting us back into darkness.
He laughed. “What’s this?”
“Be quiet,” I grumped, then kissed him so he wouldn’t have any choice.
Wy hummed, and I lifted his legs and pushed them against his chest. Excitement zipped through me as I leaned in and shoved my cock as deep into his hole as I could get it. The heat of his body stupefied me.
He gasped and clawed my back, fingernails digging in. My skin stung, and I wanted more. I lunged to cover his mouth with mine, letting his legs fall back down to my sides again. He clung to me, as if he was afraid I would run away, and a deep sense of satisfaction began to expand in my chest as I bucked my hips. He whimpered, and I started a fast, brutal pace, fucking him with everything I felt inside driving me forward.
“Harder,” he murmured into my ear, then snagged the lobe with his teeth.
I shuddered as liquid lightning zipped through my body and made me aware of every inch of my skin. His fingertips slipped to my nipples, and I fucked him faster when he plucked them. Time slid away in a haze of torturous pleasure, and I chased the high that was just out of reach.
Wy hissed and held me closer, body tensing under mine, and I was shocked when he cried out. I sealed my lips over his as he shuddered, and drops of hot cum splashed my abs. Knowing my cock was making him bust his load all over the place did it for me. The tight squeeze of his hole and the warmth of his body combined with the way he clung, as if my cock was the best thing that had ever happened to him. It all sent me over the edge. I emptied my load in his ass, and he kissed me as I shivered in his arms.
For a few minutes, all I did was pant and drop kisses onto his mouth, but eventually my sweat began to cool and the air inside our blanket cocoon felt humid, so I shoved back the comforter. Wy looked fucked out beneath me, his deep-pink lips parted and eyes still shiny with pleasure. My heart twisted because it was a good look for him.
“I’m using your shower. I’m sticky.” I shoved off him and almost fell climbing from the bed.
“Atlas.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I snapped, then immediately felt bad, but we weren’t anything to each other. We weren’t even friends. Or were we now? I was so fucking confused.
He snagged my wrist, and I tried to jerk my hand away, but he held on as he got out of the bed, following me. I was shocked when he gave me a hug. I didn’t do anything because I was too stunned, and then he stepped back, staring up into my face as if he was waiting for me to explode like I had last night.
“I’m—”
“Showering, I got it,” he said quietly, then crawled back onto the bed. He turned away from me. I was fucking up—I could sense it—but I had no idea how to untangle anything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. Huffing, I went to the shower and just ignored it all.
The only thing different in his bathroom was the products, and I actually liked the minty shampoo he had. When I came out into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, I scooped my clothing up off the floor, then peeked out his door. I held my breath and closed the door again because I swore I caught sight of my father out of the corner of my eye. I glanced back at Wy, who was still snoozing naked on the bed. I counted to one hundred twice, then opened the door again and hustled across the balcony to my room.
After I dressed, my mind was already on breakfast, and this time when I opened the door, my heart almost jumped up into the back of my throat. Dad was standing out there leaning against the banister of the balcony.
“Dad.”
“You weren’t in your room an hour ago,” he said, but his voice was carefully neutral, something I’d never heard. He crossed his arms.
Sweat broke out on my back. “You must’ve missed me. I was showering.”
“You weren’t in there,” he said softly, one eyebrow hitching skyward. He didn’t make any accusations, and I didn’t say a word. But my heart hammered. For a few seconds, my vision grayed around the edges. I refused to say anything, and it seemed like he wasn’t prepared to ask any nosy questions, so we both stood there awkwardly staring at each other.
After another long, horrific minute of heavy silence, he sighed. “What happened last night?”
Fuck, what had Wy said? “I wasn’t driving. I was half asleep. Animal in the road, I guess.”
“How did the car get back onto the road?” he snapped.
“He was able to drive it out.”
Dad’s mouth thinned. “Will he say the same thing?”
He sure as shit will after I text him.“Yeah.”
“Be real. Were you driving? Where is your car? Why were you with him?”
Fuck.“It’s at the bar we were at, Mousetrap. Maybe towed by now but probably not. They don’t usually tow players’ cars. I have the team decal on my rear windshield. I was tired. I rode with Wystan.” Nerves made me rub the back of my wrist with my thumb. Dad’s gaze shot there, and I immediately stopped.Damn it.
“You hate him,” Dad muttered.
