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“Grouches stick together, huh?” He smiles at me over his shoulder before pushing into a room at the end of the hall.
“More like if you get to be his age you’ve earned the right to be hangry.” I step inside Cruz’s room, biting back a laugh as I take in the many, many football posters.
He catches me taking a tour and gives a timid shrug. “In case it wasn’t clear already, I’m kind of obsessed with the game.”
“That’s one explanation.”
“You have an alternate one?”
I step in front of him and put my palm on his solid chest, tilting my head slightly so I can peer right into those gorgeous blue eyes. “Well, since your walls are decorated with some very fine asses, I’d say maybe it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that you skew gay ACE.”
“Asses? These are…” Cruz’s eyes dart wildly around the room. “These are athletes. In uniform.”
“Says you. I see a bunch of sexy asses, and if this is what you fell asleep to every night growing up, it’s no wonder you want a piece of mine now.”
“You think I’ve always had a thing for guys and confused that with being asexual?” His expression says he’s skeptical, but the hand kneading my ass says I’m not too far off the mark.
“No. I think you gravitated toward a man’s ass over a woman’s, but only the perfect ass would catch your attention. I think you’ve just been waiting for the right one to show up.”
He gives me another firm squeeze. “And you think that’s yours, huh?”
“You tell me. You’re the one holding it, does it feel right?”
Cruz’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, which is all the answer I need.
His eyes flare as I rise up to touch my lips to his, though what starts as affectionate quickly turns desperate as his tongue plunges into my mouth.
It’s only been a few hours since our last kiss, but it feels like days, and neither of us seem willing to hold back. Chest rumbling under my hand, Cruz groans softly as he spears into my mouth. The faint stubble on his jaw scrapes over the smooth skin of mine as we try to erase the space between us, licking and sucking and... stopping cold when Grandpa hollers at us to hurry up.
Taking a half-step back, I press my fingers to my cheeks as if I could feel the beard burn. “How bad is it?”
“Move your hands.”
I let them fall to my side so Cruz can inspect me. “Go splash water on your face and rub it dry with the towel. It’ll buff out.”
“This is gonna be a long few days,” I mutter to myself as I turn around, biting back a yelp when Cruz smacks my ass as I walk out the door.
Chapter twenty-one
Cruz
“Sexy legs, B eleven,” Tommy grins as he puts a marker on his card before tracking the number on the master sheet.
“New caller,” Grandpa grumbles.
“Can we get through one game where you don’t ask for a new caller?” Aunt Cheryl sighs heavily.
“Yeah, Gramps. Pick a better card next time,” Tommy sniggers before calling again, “I-25. Road trip.”
A few people groan while others let out a whoop, and Liam leans toward me to whisper, “Why is I-25 road trip?”
“Because Interstate 25 runs through the state,” I answer.
“Yeah, but wouldn’t O-66 be better for that? Like Route 66?”
I pause in the act of marking off my card. “Shit, I never thought of that. Hey Tommy?” I raise my voice so he can hear me across the table. “Why not O-66 for road trip? After Route 66, you know?”
My cousin is speechless just long enough to realize he doesn’t have a good explanation, which doesn’t stop him from giving one, as per usual.
