Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 84114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry. Did I damage your incredibly fragile athlete’s ego?”
“There’s nothing fragile about me, Zach.”
I can’t disagree there. I’m not even talking about physically, although his body is something out of my wet dreams. He’s so self-assured and confident, I can’t imagine him ever doubting anything. “Except your boyfriend.”
“There’s nothing fragile about you either.” His gaze tracks over my body and immediately my cheeks start to warm.
“What have I said about looking at me like that in public?”
“Never stop?”
“I’m certain it was the opposite.”
He scrunches up his face like he’s thinking. “Nope. That can’t be the case. I’d never agree.”
“And why not?”
“Because it makes your face turn my favorite shade of pink.”
I snort-laugh, and Foster pulls me closer so we’re facing each other and my legs are resting over his. It’s nice to hang out, as boyfriends, when I’m not worried about the end of the school year and what happens when he graduates and I’m still here. That’s so far in the future, and I’ve promised myself to take this thing one week at a time. To not overthink it.
As we sit there quietly, it’s impossible to miss the looks we’re getting. They happen no matter where we go, and I haven’t worked out why yet. My two main theories boil down to the fact that we’re two men showing affection as openly as we deserve to, or the fact it’s Foster Grant being affectionate with a man.
Either way, none of them ping my radar as being hostile, so my discomfort levels stay in check. It feels more like the curiosity that surrounds my daily life.
“What are your plans for the holidays?” Foster asks, recapturing my attention.
“I’ll fly home for Christmas like I always do.”
“And Thanksgiving?”
Oh. I’d assumed this year would be the same as the last few when I’d joined the Grants. “I, umm, had thought I’d be at your parents’. But now I realize that might be uncomfortable for you.”
“What?” He looks legitimately surprised. “Why?”
“Having your boyfriend there while trying to make sure your parents don’t pick up on it. You know Seth isn’t subtle with his teasing.”
Foster’s jaw tenses like it normally does when he’s thinking.
“I’m okay with staying here,” I assure him. “Honest. Like I said, when I’m caught up in studying, I have no idea what else is happening around me.”
“No fucking way.”
“I’m not just saying that to—”
“No. I’d never expect you to spend Thanksgiving alone. I was hoping you’d be at our place again. It’ll be a bit awkward probably, but …” The tension leaves his expression as he leans in. “It’s kinda hot to think about sneaking you into my room at night, covering your mouth to keep your sexy little noises in while I fuck you in my bed.”
“Eep.” I shift to relieve the pressure on my dick as it takes a sudden interest in the conversation. “There will be none of that.”
“It’s cute you think you’ll be able to resist me.”
“I went for twenty-one years without sex. I’m well practiced in abstinence.”
Foster starts to laugh. “That sounds like a challenge. Game on, baby.”
27
Foster
“Better make it good,” Zach taunts, his lips hovering close to mine. “It’s the last kiss you’re going to get for a few days.”
“Still think so, huh?” I wrap my arms around his back and pull him completely against me.
“Yes?” he croaks.
“Mm, sounding so confident there.” I pull away. “On second thought, if I leave you hanging, there’s all the more incentive for you to sneak into my room later.”
“Nooo.” Zach stands on top of my bed and launches himself at me.
His arms go around my neck, his legs around my waist, and his mouth lands on mine, all demanding and needy.
How am I supposed to turn him away?
We make out, kissing like we’re about to spend weeks apart instead of days in the same house.
His tongue moves along mine expertly, driving me wild and making me wonder how much trouble we’ll be in if we’re late.
Zach’s gaining more and more confidence around me every day, and I love that I get to be one of the few people who actually sees the guy behind the social awkwardness.
When Zach is relaxed, he’s articulate and smart and so fucking funny.
He can ramble for hours about things he’s passionate about or subjects he’s confident in. And he’s mesmerizing when he speaks.
I moan into his mouth, knowing we have to stop but wishing it would never end.
When he finally releases me from my misery—no way was I going to stop it—he smiles triumphantly. “That should hold you for a while.”
I grip his ass and pull him against me so he can feel how hard I am. “Or you’ve made me hornier than I’ve been in a long time and then told me to keep it in my pants for four days. Did you just make this weekend easier on yourself or more difficult?”