Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I pressed his name roughly with my thumb. It rang twice before he picked it up. “Why the hell are you calling me, Tucker?”
“Did you let someone else fuck you?”
“You don’t get to call me demanding answers to questions like that. Christ, Tucker. Are you jealous?”
That was a damned good question. Was I jealous? Fuck yes, I was. What I didn’t want to contemplate was why. I sure as shit didn’t want to let him in on the truth either. This was all too much of a mindfuck to be able to make sense of it all. But the thought of someone else getting Whitt’s ass first? Anger burned through me, the possibility that created a backdraft that exploded inside of me.
“Cat got your tongue?” Patrick asked when I went too long without a response.
I’d gone months without getting any, my messed-up thoughts with him, and Patrick had fucked another guy? “I told you that ass was mine.”
“I don’t give a shit what you told me.”
The kicker? He was right. He didn’t have to care what I said, and I had no right to be going all caveman on him, but did whoever it was even know him? They weren’t the one he’d called when his parents had ditched him on Christmas Eve. They weren’t the one who had gotten his first orgasm with a man. They hadn’t been the one to have Patrick writhing and silently begging for his first cock.
But he’d given whoever it was his ass.
“You just growled,” Whitt broke through my thoughts.
“No, I didn’t.”
“I just heard you. Jesus Christ, this is weird. Don’t call me again.”
“Did you like it?” I rushed out before he could hang up. “Was he good to you?”
The line was silent except for the sound of Patrick’s heavy breaths. It stretched out into eternity before there was a quiet sigh, and he said, “I didn’t let anyone fuck me, Malik.”
The air in my lungs seeped out like a popped balloon. There was no excuse for me to be so relieved, but I was. “Good” was all I could manage to say.
“Why does it matter?”
I shrugged as if he could see me. “Because I want you first. And I’m the best. You deserve that your first time.” And while I didn’t have it in me to admit it, maybe there was a part of me that wanted Patrick to be my first time with a guy, too. Handjobs and BJs were one thing, and yeah, like I said, I’d done that with guys, but I hadn’t actually fucked one before…and I wanted to share that with Patrick.
“And people think I’m a cocky bastard,” he said, not knowing all the turmoil that went on inside of my head.
I smiled. “I keep it hidden better than you do.” Maybe because I’d never been like this about anyone. I was competitive and confident, but Patrick made everything about me amplified. It made sense that my desire for him would be more than it was for anyone else, too.
“I don’t try.”
“Because you want to push people away, and I don’t,” I said, not willing to hold back on the truth. Patrick couldn’t allow himself to get close to anyone. I hadn’t been lying all those months ago when I said he was locked up tighter than a secret, and there was nothing I wanted more than to unravel him. “No comment?” I asked when he didn’t respond.
“I don’t answer to you.”
Somehow, I knew I wasn’t getting any more out of him than that, so I asked, “What are your thoughts on Atwood?”
“I think you’re a lucky motherfucker, and he makes your team a whole hell of a lot stronger, so basically, I hate him.”
I laughed, then leaned back on the couch, putting my feet on the coffee table. “He’s bi, too.”
“Yeah, I don’t live under a rock, so I heard the news.”
“Snippy tonight, aren’t you?”
“I’m snippy every day.”
Again, I grinned because he really fucking was. “Didn’t you go to college with him?”
“For a year. I didn’t know back then, though.”
“What about you? Did you know about you?” He was quiet for a moment, so I added, “Oh, I forgot. I turned you bi. You were so charmed by me you couldn’t help but start jonesing for cock.”
“Fuck you, Tucker,” he growled out when I started laughing. His sigh afterward just made me laugh more. “I’m hanging up now.”
“No. Don’t,” I rushed out, not ready to end the call. “Do you think you’ll ever come out…as whatever label you are?”
“I dunno. I haven’t given it a lot of thought. I’ve only ever been interested in one other… You know what? Never mind.”
“Aww, hell no. You’re not getting off that easy.”
“I’m just saying you’re not the only guy I’ve ever been interested in, you cocky ass.”
“I’m waiting for deets,” I said, grinning to myself as I imagined him scowling. He was gonna cave, though, I knew it.