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He frowns, brows pulling together in confusion. “It’s about me, isn’t it? If it wasn’t, you would say. I know he’s an asshole, but whatever the reason you don’t like him, it has nothing to do with you, does it?”
That’s a difficult question to answer because it’s about Troy, and Troyismy business. If something is about him, it’s about me, but I’m not sure he’s ready to hear that or if I’m ready to say it.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll find out on my own. I don’t care if I have to go to Christian about it.”
I groan, dropping my head back. The last thing I want is for him to talk to that prick, but I know Troy well. He won’t let this go. “He said some homophobic shit about you, and I handled it. That’s all that matters.”
I try to walk away again, but he doesn’t let me, his hold on my wrist tightening, and he looks up at me with an unreadable expression in his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me? You know the frat wouldn’t have banned you if they’d known.”
“Because it wasn’t their business, and I don’t give a fuck if I can’t go to their parties.”And I didn’t want you to know what he said. I didn’t want you to know that I won’t ever let anyone say anything bad about you.
“Yes, but it was about me, so it’s my business.”
“Because you shouldn’t have to hear that shit. He’s lucky if I don’t kick his ass again.” I pick Troy’s phone up and hit the Unfollow button.
He doesn’t argue, and when I set it down and turn around, I make it a few steps before I realize he’s not following me. “Let’stake a shower. We’ll jerk each other off.” I take one step, then another, and he still doesn’t move. “It’s not a big deal.”
“It is to me,” he says softly, then finally stands and comes my way. “Thank you.” Troy brushes his lips over mine. “For being you.”
“For getting into a fight and getting kicked out of a party?”
“For being a good person who sticks up for others.”
“Lies,” I tell him, when really his words fill some of the empty holes inside me. “Can we go have orgasms now? I deserve it after that.”
Troy laughs, kisses me again, and says, “Let’s go drain your balls.”
We jack each other off in the shower, Troy’s gaze never leaving mine. It’s intense…sexy…more. I can’t pretend the sex with Troy isn’t fucking great. I’ve definitely been missing out not being with a guy before, but somehow, I don’t think it would have been the same with anyone other than him.
Troy stalls while getting dressed and putting his shoes on. Maybe he thinks that when he leaves this would be over, or that I’m going to change my mind, or hell, maybe he’s going to change his. None of that is fucking happening. I haven’t gotten enough of him yet.
“I should go. I—umpf.” His back hits the door as I push my body against his. First I told him about Christian, and now this, but I can’t seem to control myself when it comes to him.
“I wasn’t fucking around about Ash…or anyone else touching you.”
His throat bobs. “I wasn’t kidding about anyone touching you either.”
“Good. We’re in agreement, then.” I get closer, my mouth a whisper away from him. “When you go on that date with Ash, I want you with me before you go. I want to come on you the way you did me last night. I’m going to rub my load into your skinso he’ll smell me if he gets too close. So he’ll know you belong to someone else.”
“Belong?” He quirks a brow.
“Shut up and kiss me, T.” He grins, and does exactly that, tongue possessively between my lips, groins grinding together, hands touching, grabbing, rubbing, until we’re both hard and gasping and I’m seriously close to stripping him and getting my shot at his hole.
“I’ve never wanted to skip work more,” Troy says, and yeah, that makes me grin. Leaning in, I press my open mouth to his neck and begin to suck. “Fuck…Atlas…” But he doesn’t pull away as my lips continue the suction, pulling the blood to the surface. I don’t stop until there’s a dark-red mark there.
“You’re not the only one who likes marking what they want.”
Troy looks blissed out, pupils wide, and turned on as fuck. “I can handle that.”
“Good,” I say, then back up. He stares at me for a moment, hand on his neck, rubbing the spot, and then he walks out without another word.
I finish getting ready, trying not to think too much about how I spent my night, but it’s hard, considering every time I move, I can feel him. The slight soreness is a constant reminder of Troy as I drive to work, while I’m sorting scrap metal and keeping an eye out for anything he might need. It doesn’t matter if I tell myself that’s not what I’m doing. I know it is, and it’s annoying as shit.
My phone buzzes with a text when I get back home. My first thought is that it’s going to be Troy, but it’s Dixon.
You bailed early, but Troy was still our top earner for the night! I knew he would be a big hit. There’s something about his boy-next-door charm.
For the first time, I sorta hate Dixon. He’s not supposed to notice things like that about Troy, though he’d be a fool not to.Troy has that effect on people. It’s not something he would ever see, but it’s true.
