Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
We dried off and got into his tiny-ass bed. He climbed on top of me like last time, held himself over me as he rubbed his dick against mine.
“Christ, that looks hot—your cock with mine.” There was so much giddy wonder in his voice, mixed with bare-bones honesty.
He lowered his mouth to mine, kissed me slowly, at the same languid pace he rubbed himself against me. We kissed until my jaw hurt, until my balls were full again, until his hot, sticky come shot against my stomach, followed by my second load.
“We’re messy again,” he teased as he fell on top of me.
“I have a feeling we’re going to be able to say that a lot.”
And I had a feeling I’d like it more than I should, and miss it terribly when this ultimately came to an end.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Ashton
The Avalanche are struggling without their bad-boy quarterback, Ashton Carmichael.
We spent the next two weeks a whole hell of a lot like we spent that one night. I coached with Beau. Afterward Beau, Kenny, and I would go to dinner, but we started switching things up a bit. Sometimes we had pizza, other times Mexican or burgers and fries. I was eating like shit, but Beau and I started jogging in the mornings together too. I’d meet him at the park, or go there with him if we spent the night together, and we’d run before he went to work and I went and ate an éclair with his mom.
It was…weirdly comfortable, domesticated, and for the first time in years, I felt like I had family. Kenny was great, and Beau’s mom treated me like she did Beau and Kenny. Being around them, especially Beau, felt different than being with anyone else. As far back as I could remember, even before I played professional football, it always felt like people wanted something from me. They let me get away with shit I shouldn’t have gotten away with or treated me like I was something special. I knew I’d taken advantage of that at times and knew part of it came not only from the way I played, but from the confidence I feigned. Beau hadn’t let me get away with shit in high school, and he still didn’t now. He… Fuck, it felt like he saw me, the real me, when no one else took the time to look.
Beau spent most of his nights in my bed. The day after he gave me that first blowjob, I’d ordered new furniture for my parents’ old room. We now stayed in the master room with a king-size bed, even though I was plastered all over him most of the time. I was obsessed with his body, with the way he felt, the masculinity of him and feeling him against me. There were days when I just touched him everywhere, looked at him, learned his body. I hadn’t stuck anything inside him yet, but I wanted to. Fuck, did I want to.
I’d also never had so many blowjobs in my life. We ended most days with my dick in Beau’s mouth; either that, or rubbing off on each other. Everything about him was addictive, and when it was just us, it was easy to pretend I was out, that I felt comfortable in my skin.
I glanced at the kitchen clock, saw it was later than it usually was when I heard from Beau. He’d worked today, but we didn’t have practice or a game. My stomach was growling, though, and I was definitely ready to get some food, so I called him up, and when he answered I asked, “What are you bringing me for dinner? I’m hungry, Cranky Campbell.”
“All you want me for is to bring you dinner, huh?” he asked playfully.
“Well, duh. You sort of spoil me, and I like it.”
He laughed. “It might be late tonight. I was about to call you. I just got off the phone with Linc. He’s feeling neglected. I promised him dinner at Fever Pitch tonight.”
Well, shit. Now I was feeling neglected, and yeah, I knew that was fucking crazy. Beau and I were together every damn day, and obviously, we had to have a life outside of each other, but I kind of liked my private life with him.
“You wanna go?” he asked.
“What? No. That’s stupid. Not going out with you guys, being all butt-hurt and crashing your bestie night.”
“It cracks me up to hear you say things like bestie night.”
“I would only say that to you.” There were a lot of things I only felt comfortable doing or saying around Beau, which again, was crazy. Did I think the word bestie was too gay to say in front of others? That made it sound like there was something wrong with being gay, and there wasn’t. I actually quite liked being gay when I was doing it with Beau. It was the whole outside-world thing that stressed me out.