“To be absolutely crystal fucking clear, League groupies were great for a quick fuck”—my eye twitched, but he didn’t stop—“and a good time. No way I would risk doing anything with you, stepping over any boundary, not like this unless I meant it and wanted more. Which I do. With you. Don’t even begin to ask me how or why or even knowing that just the thought of sucking on your dick makes me hard, because it just does.” He brushed his thumb against my cheek, the movement so tender, a lump formed in my throat. “And while I will always try my fucking hardest to be honest with you, actually talking about my feelings and that damn muscle in my chest that keeps going crazy when I see you is not my favorite thing to do in the world.”
I grinned, unable to hold back the rush of feelings for this man. “That muscle in your chest been getting a workout recently or something?”
He snorted. “Or something.” He dropped his hands and placed them around my waist. “Do you have any idea what we’re doing?”
I shook my head. “Not really.”
He laughed. “Gale Sutton clueless and without a plan. Has hell frozen over?”
Feeling bold and remembering precisely who this man was to me, I reached around and clamped my hands on his ass. His grin stretched even wider. “You know, you always say you’re useless at talking and dealing with feelings. I think it’s about time I told you that’s absolutely bullshit. You let all your emotions pour out.”
Narrowing his eyes at me, he scowled. “Take that back.”
“Now why would I want to do a thing like that?”
“Because it’s all lies. I don’t do feelings.”
“Uh-huh. The man doth protest too much, methinks.”
“Don’t you get quotingHamletto me.”
When my brows shot high, his palm landed on my ass with a loud smack.
“Ow,” I said with laughter. “What the fuck, Moore?”
“I know shit. Totally watched that Mel Gibson movie rather than reading the play at high school.”
“Of course you did.”
“You’ve known for a while I’m crazy cultured.”
“Perhaps drop one of those adjectives,” I fired back.
“Stop with all of the grammar shit.” He pushed his hips against me. “You see, you’ve made me go soft. Grammar’s not sexy.”
“Take that back,” I said.
“Or what?”
“I won’t be able to show you the hundreds of verbs out there relating to jacking off.” I licked a column up his throat, more than happy to put further discussion on the back burner. “Or maybe even sucking,” I whispered, pressing kisses along his collarbone. Distracting him from my overreaction was my best idea ever.
“Yeah?” He sagged against me, angling to give me better access. My mouth returned to his neck. “What else?”
“At some point, I’m sure we’ll reach the stage of fucking.” I swallowed down his groan with a kiss, feeling empowered by his reaction, bolder than I had ever felt before.
As I devoured his mouth, I wrapped my hand around his no longer flagging cock. If he was up for it, working up to sucking and fucking was totally going on my plan. And with the way Jayden moaned my name and cussed up a storm, I imagined it wouldn’t take too long at all.
CHAPTER11
JAYDEN
Our days flew by too quickly.The nights even faster.
While I still hadn’t had his cock in my mouth or mine in his, jacking each other was my new favorite thing to do. And frotting?! Holy shit balls. I’d been seventeen the last time I had my dick between someone’s legs getting off, and fuck, that memory didn’t do justice to rubbing all up Sutton.
I expected lube had a lot to do with it.
There was something crazy hot when my dick slid effortlessly between his firm thighs. It took no imagination at all to wonder what it would be like when I got access to his ass, or him mine for that matter.
