Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“It’s okay. Me neither.” I gripped my cock with long strokes as I slowed down and allowed him to take control of the thrusting. He clutched my thighs, lifting me up, then slamming me down on his cock as he trembled. “Feels so good.”
My nuts were heavy, my spine hot and prickling as I pumped myself fast and hard. Stars exploded before my eyes as I threw my head back, my come spurting across his stomach and chest. I shuddered and moaned, trying to rein in my breathing as his grip intensified and he drove himself upward into my hole. It only took a few seconds before he was unloading into the condom and then falling back, looking completely spent.
He pulled me down on top of him, and I could feel his arms quivering and his heart jackhammering as he buried his face in my neck. “Fuck, I can’t… That was amazing.”
I lifted my head and smiled. “It was.”
Our mouths rested together in lazy kisses as our breathing finally stabilized.
I smirked. “We’ve made a mess.”
“I like our mess,” he replied, kissing my head. We reluctantly untangled ourselves to clean up and put ourselves back together.
He sat back down on the blanket, and I hesitated on what to do as I stood nearby.
“Get over here,” he said, tugging on my hand. “Don’t leave, not yet.”
We lay down, my back to his front, and just talked all night about everything and nothing at all. When I reluctantly left the bell tower in the dull light of dawn, I thought about the note Henry had included with the flowers.
And I wish somehow, some way, that you could be mine.
My heart ached with an acute longing. Tonight, I had definitely been his.
XOXO
36
HENRY
I hadn’t seen Spencer all day because he’d gone home to celebrate his mom’s birthday. I stayed holed up in our room, not wanting to face anyone yet. When Spencer got home that night, I was under my covers, watching something on my phone, and he seemed nervous to disturb me.
“Where did you go last night?” Spencer finally asked me when we cut the lights for bed. “Were you with…Lark?”
“Wh…why would you ask that?”
“Come on, man. I was worried about you. Just give me something. You’re not as unreadable as you think you are.”
“Sorry you were worried. I just couldn’t face anyone.” Well, I wasn’t really alone, was I? How one of the lowest points in my life turned into one of the highlights was unbelievable. “Especially after I blew the game.”
“We’ve all had shitty games.”
His response was reminiscent of my mom’s response when I finally returned my parents’ call that afternoon. Dad seemed less steamed about the game than he might’ve been had I spoken to him the night before. He also made no mention of the team gossip about Lark, and I was glad for it.
“Everyone has bad days,” Mom had said, trying to keep the peace, and Dad reluctantly agreed.
“And,” Spencer now went on, “I think the reason why the note thing is bothering you so much is because…”
My heart was beating out of my chest. “Because?”
“Because Lark means a lot to you.”
“He does,” I admitted. “And I…I want…but I think if the guys knew, they would…fuck!” I buried my face in my pillow and groaned.
“It’ll all blow over,” Spencer said softly, “but I still think you should tell them how you really know Lark, despite what your dad says.”
“Yeah, I know. Maybe I will after practice tomorrow.”
“As far as how you really feel about Lark…” My pulse throbbed as I waited for whatever Spencer was going to say. “You can save that for another time. When you’re ready. But I’m here for you all the way.”
The room grew so quiet I could hear my pulse beating in my ears.
“Thanks, Spence.” My voice was laced with emotion when I added, “Don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Same, buddy. Same.”
The following morning, Lark texted: I heard Emil and Bones talking about the letter when I met him at his dorm room.
What did they say?
Emil told Bones they were idiots, but afterward he asked about it on the way to class. So I told him about the letter and why I’d written it back then. Hope that’s okay.
I felt terrible that Lark had been drawn into this, all because of a decision my father had made. One I hadn’t pushed back on enough. And okay, sure, maybe that could fly in high school, but now I was an adult and beyond ready to distance myself, whatever the consequences.
Yeah, of course. You’ve been quiet long enough for no good reason. After practice everyone will know anyway.
I think you’ll feel relieved and like you’ve gotten over at least one hurdle. And now that your coach is in your corner, it’ll all work out, you’ll see.