“Goodbye.” She ended the call.
What the hell was that about? I knew better than to ignore her intuition and dreams, but this one didn’t seem right. I stared at the blank television across the room, resting on a console.
Groans from the garage door filled the air.
Grey must be home. Combing my fingers through my hair, I stood and strolled into the kitchen, waiting for him at the door.
When the door popped open, Grey’s gaze swung to me and a broad smile swept his face. “Malik.” He dropped his backpack on the floor and hooked his arms around my neck. “God, it’s good to see you.” Planting a hard kiss on my mouth, he backed me into the counter. “Missed you. So much.”
With my lips tugging into a grin and warmth circling my heart, I rested my hands on his hips and said, “Yeah? Even though we practiced and had lunch together?”
He pressed his forehead against mine. “Yes, even with that.” He kissed me again and frowned. “But hell, I have so much homework already.”
“Yeah, me too.” Would he want to study before stealing away into his room? I scraped my teeth across my lower lip. “So…”
“So.” Dropping his arms to my ass, he pulled my hips in, rubbing his swelling dick on mine through our shorts. With his eyelids fluttering, his breath snagged, and his mouth dropped open. “Want you.”
“Now?” My cock pulsed and swelled. When would Tex be home?
“Now.” He came in, his mouth devouring mine in hungry kisses.
A cell phone blared music into the room.
“Fuck.” As his chest heaved with deep breaths, he bent to his backpack and slipped his phone from the outside pocket. “It’s my dad. I have to take this.”
TWELVE
GREY (GREYSON)
Damnit. Why the hell did he have to call right now? I answered the call, flicking a peek at Malik, his cheeks flushed and solid cock tenting his shorts. “Hi, Dad.” I paced toward the hallway. Malik shouldn’t hear this conversation if it involved Ella. He’d suffered enough when we’d last discussed that situation.
“Greyson, I hear you’re back from football camp. How did it go?” Papers shuffled in the background.
He was likely still working, even though it was late there, maybe seven? “It went very well. There’s a good chance the coach will play me when we’re winning.” What would he say about it? He’d been sure this move would mean I’d be nothing but a bench warmer. I strode into my bedroom and shut the door behind me. Wait, how the hell did he know about camp? Ella?
“Okay, and how are your classes? Today was your first day, correct?” He huffed a sigh. “You got the professors you wanted, right? No changes after we’d set up your schedule?”
“No changes.” Dad had spoken with the dean to be sure I had the best professors at the school. I had to maintain my GPA for Harvard, according to him.
“Don’t let the football program impede your grades.” He drew a deep inhale. “A Harvard degree is more important than?—”
“I know, Dad.” Fuck, I’d cut him off. He wouldn’t be happy about that. I clenched my jaw as I stood at the patio doors, facing the sunny backyard.
Under his breath, he said, “Be respectful, Greyson.”
“I-I’m sorry, Dad.” I gritted my teeth. If knowing about camp had come from Ella, he must have communicated with her father. What would she have said about me?
“How are things with Ella? She’s coming to visit you over Thanksgiving, isn’t she?” he asked.
Lifting my chin as a knot formed in my gut, I said, “She had planned to do so. Yes.” Why was he so invested in our families merging? I should have paid more attention when I’d gone to the functions with Dad.
“Listen, I want you to take care of her while she’s there. Spare no expense and take her to the best restaurants. Make sure she’s pampered, wined and dined,” he said. “Buy her something special and don’t worry about the money. I’ll take care of it.”
What the fuck? I wasn’t privy to the best restaurants around here. Hell, I couldn’t ask Malik for help to figure out where to take her on a fucking date. I paced along the patio doors, the grip on my phone tightening.
“Greyson, did you hear me?”
“Yes, Dad, I heard you. I’ll do my best.” I’d have to research more places on Yelp. Would Malik understand? I had to do this. I didn’t have a choice. “Is there anything else?”