Illegal Contact Read Online Santino Hassell (The Barons #1)

Categories Genre: GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: The Barons Series by Santino Hassell
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
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“Gavin will explain himself. I’m not speaking for him.”

Well, that was . . . different.

“Why is he coming out now? What happened?” A thought occurred to me, slicing clean through the mix of nerves and excitement that had welled in my chest for the past two hours. “Is he being forced to do this or is this his choice?”

“Somewhere in the middle. Once he’s off the phone with Spence, I’ll tell him you’re on your way.”

The call ended with as little ceremony as it had begun, and I was left reeling. I had no idea what it meant, but I knew above everything else there was a large chance it wouldn’t end well. And part of me hoped, prayed to the higher power my parents believed in that he wasn’t doing this because we’d parted ways. The very notion that he’d walk into this shitstorm for me made me want to throw myself over him to protect him from the flames. But there was also a smaller part that wished his feelings were that strong, even if I didn’t want him to ruin his career for me—someone who was starting from scratch at a youth center downtown.

I got off the train at the station and found a black Lincoln waiting for me. Goddamn Joe and his fancy shit—he’d hired a car. It was more spacious than I’d expected, but I couldn’t enjoy the luxury. I chewed my nails to the quick and stared at my phone during the drive. It didn’t take long, but even twenty minutes was enough when my guts were twisting into painful knots. A gentle snow began to fall outside, but my turmoil prevented me from enjoying a sight that normally brought me peace.

I’d half expected Joe to meet me in front of the mansion, but my heart swelled when I saw Gavin. Gavin in jeans and a black hoodie with the Barons logo on the front, his blond hair longer than I’d ever seen it and stubble shading his jaw. He was gorgeous. I threw myself out of the car in my rush to get to him.

It occurred to me too late that the driver was watching, and I walked right into Gavin’s personal space to wrap my arms around him. He wasn’t shy about returning the embrace. Strong arms encircled me and squeezed so tight. His lack of regard for the audience was made apparent as he kissed me.

With his large hands digging into me and his tongue in my mouth, everything I’d been craving since Thanksgiving came rushing back. All the missed moments had been replaced by a raw ache for his touch on my skin.

We pulled apart as the Lincoln drove away. I didn’t take my eyes off Gavin, and tilted my forehead heavily against his.

“Why are you doing this?”

He walked backwards towards the house, still carrying me, as if my weight was inconsequential to him. I may as well have been one of the drifting snowflakes.

“Max is outing me. I figured I’d beat him to it, on my own terms, since I already regretted choosing another sixty-million-dollar contract over this big-mouthed kid from Queens who I’m in love with.”

Outrage warred with relief warred with a supernova burst of happiness. We didn’t make it into the house before I kissed him again.

Chapter Nineteen

Gavin

Sex hadn’t been part of the plan for the night, but having Noah in my arms with his lips against my own couldn’t lead to anywhere else. Not after weeks of being unable to touch him.

We wound up in my bed within a minute of getting in the door, and the hours that should have been spent with me pacing or working out until I got sick ended up being enjoyed with Noah pressed against me. Skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, and our bodies connected in every possible way. When the clock chimed to announce it was eight o’clock, the time when the hastily thrown together article was set to go live, I was coming off the high of an orgasm so powerful my toes were still curled and my body was tingling.

“Damn,” Noah breathed, rolling onto his side. “We’re a mess.”

“Figuratively or literally?”

“Both. You came so hard I’m surprised you can still see straight.”

I snorted. “Someone’s feeling himself.”

“After that greeting, I sure as hell am,” he said with a laugh. “Part of me wondered if you were over all this.”

The words caught me wrong and took me out of the warm glow of my contentment. I rolled onto my side so we were facing each other.

“Tell me something.”

Noah’s teasing smirk sobered, and he propped himself up on his hand. “What?”

“What do you think all this is to me?”

“I don’t know. You’ve never been straight with me about it.”

“You mean we’ve never been straight with each other.”

I could see an automatic denial getting ready to pop out of his mouth, but Noah cocked his head. After a moment, he nodded.


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