One…He’d already looked at my mouth once today. How many more times would it happen? “I think maybe she does. I think she might be jealous of me.” I lifted my chin and gauged his reaction. “Do you think she was searching for you last night?” I clicked my next assignment open.
“No.” Shaking his head, he freed a soft snort. “She knows I hardly ever go out. Why would she do that?”
“I don’t know. It just seems like an odd coincidence.” Maybe she was truthful in how she found us. The other time she’d been with friends. “Anyway, here’s what I’m working on next.” I turned my screen toward him.
“Oh, this will be easy.” He inched closer to my side, and our thighs pressed together.
“If you say so.” Leaning toward him, I breathed him in, and my dick woke. If he wasn’t keeping his distance, why should I? We were finally alone.
After workingon the assignment for half an hour, my phone buzzed in my backpack. I slipped it out and looked at it. Dante Garza scrolled across the top. “Hey, I should take this. I’ll make it quick.”
He peered at my phone. “Dante? Isn’t that your ex?”
“Yep.” I set my laptop on the coffee table, stood and strolled toward the patio doors, looking onto the table and chairs and the greenery beyond. “Hey, Dante.”
“Hola, Güero.How are you doing? Is your head okay? You took a hard hit at the last game.” His voice was smooth and deep, just how I remembered it.
“Yeah, I took a hard hit, and they pulled me from the game, but I was fine. The team doc cleared me on Monday.” Warmth fluttered through my heart. As usual, he was concerned aboutme and had watched the game. “How are things in Austin? Are the bar patrons keeping you busy?”
“You know they are. The holidays will be here soon enough and then it’ll be a madhouse.” He chuckled. “Speaking of which, I was hoping I could pay you a visit and see a game in person before Thanksgiving,” he said. “I saved some money, so?—”
“Sure, but there’s no need for you to stay in a hotel room. You can stay with me. My roommates are sleeping together, so I’m sure you can take Malik’s bed.” As a smile pulled at my lips, I dipped my head. Hosting him for a weekend would be a treat.
“Are you sure? Ask him first.” He inhaled. “I checked your schedule, and I thought maybe I’d come out in the middle of November when you play West Virginia.”
“Middle of November works, and I’ll have game tickets for you. I’ll speak with Malik and make sure the house is ready for you.” I glanced at Colton, who had sunk into the couch and was wringing his hands in his lap. What was up with him? “I’ll text you later.” I should finish my tutoring session. “Anyway, I have to go. I’ll speak with you soon, okay?”
“Of course. Looking forward to it,Güero.” He offered a soft laugh. “Chao.”
“Chao.” With my chest warming again, I ended the call, smiling at my phone. We’d have fun when he came out. We always did.
“So, your, uh, your ex is coming out for a game, and he’ll stay with you?” He wrinkled his brows as his gaze crept to mine.
“Yeah, I haven’t seen him since last summer. I went home to Austin for a few weeks in June.” I stepped to the couch and sat beside him. “We’re friends now.”
“Only friends? You two never hook up?” As he focused on my mouth, he licked his own.
“No, we haven’t hooked up for a few years.” Why was he asking about this? I peered at him. Did he have exes he hooked up with? I’d never heard him talk about any.
“When did you break up?” He shifted closer to me.
“It was at the start of my sophomore year. We were young and having a long-term relationship wasn’t working for us.” He was so close again. What was he looking for?
“So, you feel nothing for him now besides friendship?” Twisting toward me, he set his hand on my thigh. “Nothing at all?”
I stared at his hand, warming my thigh and sparking heat into my balls. That was a bold move, wasn’t it? “No, I don’t have feelings for him anymore.” Was he jealous? “Colton, what are you?—”
Capturing my mouth in a heated kiss, he grabbed my cheeks and swung his leg around mine, straddling my hips. His tongue slipped inside my mouth, penetrating me. With a groan, he rocked his hips, rubbing his hard cock against the bottom of my stomach through our clothes.
I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer as I lowered on the couch. It was sudden, but so hot. I thrust, seeking pressure and friction on my lengthening cock. We’d shattered the friend zone, and I didn’t give a fuck. As I gripped his flexing ass cheek with one hand, I slipped my hand into the back of his shorts, fingering his crack. Was he a bottom, a top, or verse?
With a whimper, he left my mouth and panted against my cheek. “Oh, fuck.” Nibbling along my chin, he reached inside my shorts and tugged my cock. “Need you.”
“What do you need, Colton?” I pushed my finger deeper into his crack and then pushed against his hole. “Do you?—?”
“No…can’t.” He crawled off the couch, between my legs, and then freed my leaking cock. “Can I give you a blow job?” As he peeked up at me, his lips were red and swollen, and his cheeks flushed.
“Only if I can do it to you afterward.” I threaded my fingers through his thick brown hair. It was so silky. “And only if you undress first.” Was I devious? Maybe. But I wanted to see him this time, and who knew when I’d have another opportunity?