Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Eh, I had a tough conversation with my dad and wasn’t too hungry after, but now I’m starving.”
“Tough conversation?” Ty asks.
“Yeah, and I’ll tell you about it over a peanut butter fudge buster.”
“I want ice cream too,” Ash says.
Everyone else chimes in for the same, and we head out to the nearby ice-cream stand.
I’m relieved when the rest of the guys grab a table, giving me a moment with Marty while we wait for the server to finish making our bowls.
“How did he take it?” he asks.
“Eh…I can tell he’s gonna need some time. It wasn’t an easy thing for him to hear, that’s for sure.”
“It’s impressive you went ahead and said it, though. That had to be tough with everything else going on.”
“Yeah,” I admit. “Now I have to break the news to my friends, trainer, my old teammates, and my agent.”
He cringes, as though he’s experiencing stress by proxy. “Well, you seem good, considering everything.”
I check to make sure our friends are at the table before I lean closer. “I can seem not good too if that’ll convince you to mess around with me.”
“I didn’t think Ryan Lorde would ever want a pity fuck.”
“I’ve never needed one before, but I’d make an exception for that ass.”
There’s the twist in his lips, and if this is the way he reacts to compliments, I’m happy to dote on him with more. I’m tempted to drag him around to the bathrooms and take that mouth of his, and he must notice because he licks his lips. I growl, but there’s something still gnawing at me.
“This might be a weird time to ask, but…you and Ang?”
His eyes flare. “What do you mean?”
“I know she’s a friend, but are you still into her?” As soon as I say the words, I wish I could suck them back in my mouth. “Never mind. None of my business.” I’m fucking Ryan Lorde. I’m not intimidated by some hot girl.
“You jealous?”
I tense my jaw, struggling to respond before getting out, “Maybe a little.”
The way his cheeks go pink make it worth the embarrassment of having to admit that out loud, and he says, “Strangely enough, since we’ve started messing around, I haven’t really been thinking of her like that.”
It shouldn’t matter, but then why is there this swirling sensation in my chest?
Probably because I’m getting a little greedy for Marty McGovern…
“But she’s a good friend,” he admits.
I lean closer, whispering, “Guess she can’t dick you down like me.”
“I mean, there are ways that—”
“Shh…let that be hot,” I mutter, making him laugh as the clerk approaches the counter with our bowls.
We fetch them and grab utensils, and as we head toward the table our friends are at, he says, “So…I’m gonna head up to do some homework once we get back.”
“Oh, really? That’s wild. I was gonna chill and play some video games.”
“Don’t keep the volume too high.”
“Really, the volume is totally up to you.”
He enjoys a last laugh before we near the table, and I’m thrilled knowing damn well that there won’t be any homework getting done or video games getting played when we get back to the frat.
22
Marty
I wasn’t expecting my senior year to end with a bang. But it’s ending with plenty.
Ryan and I can’t keep our hands off each other. Or really, he can’t seem to keep his dick out of me, and I wouldn’t want him to.
When we aren’t fucking, I’m showing him the new moves I’m learning in my tango class—something we’re keeping up with even after he confessed that the whole thing was just to help him win his bet against Ty and Keegan. My instructor’s actually given me credit for improving, which I know is from my practice with Ry. Kind of stunning, considering all the distractions that come up when we’re attempting to get a session in.
In other news, Ryan revealed his draft news to everyone, and since then, I can tell he’s more at ease, especially since his former agent has stopped calling with one of her go-to strategies to encourage him to stay the course: a.k.a., guilting him about all the work she invested into his career, assuring him that he’s blowing his big break, or recommending some great “wellness centers” that can council him through whatever issue he’s going through. He was patient with her, and with the draft coming up at the end of the month, she must’ve realized her time was up.
Outside of this and the occasional reminders Ryan has of his parents’ impending divorce, it’s been a hot, fun time, something I experience in all its glory this morning, as I wake with a stir, feeling Ryan’s arms tight against my waist, his pelvis glued to my ass.
His air mattress hasn’t gotten much attention since we started sharing the same bed. It started with him falling asleep while we cuddled, and now it’s become our new ritual. I like how tight he holds me; feels so protective. My big linebacker making sure his piece of ass stays close in case he needs to use it later. That, mixed with his fresh scent, gets my already thick morning wood that much harder.