Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
It shouldn’t feel so good to hear him say that, nor so painful to think of him changing his mind. “I’m sure, but the guy is apparently a king in the bedroom. He’s got moves.”
“He’s like you but with dudes?” he says, reflecting a sentiment I’ve brought up more than once.
“I just know I can’t compete with his experience. Yet. But give me some more time, and I’m sure I can give him a run for his money.”
“That’s surprisingly humble for you.”
“Just realistic. I know what I’m good at, and I know where I’m still learning, which is why I can be so confident when I am good at something.”
“That’s more like the Ty I’m used to.” The way he grins whenever I talk like this suggests he enjoys it when I am kinda full of myself.
“Anyway,” I say, “Back to what I wanted to talk to you about. We’re not exclusive, so you don’t owe me shit—”
“Except you want to put a reserve on my ass?”
I let out a nervous chuckle, quirking a brow. “Kinda?”
He laughs, though this time it’s clear he thinks this is a joke, which just pisses me off even more.
“I’m being serious, Lance. This ass is mine. Do you understand that?”
He quiets, gulping.
“Fuck, now I’ve made it weird. I mean, obviously, if you don’t want that, then that’s another conversation, and—”
He kisses me, effectively shutting me up.
That he’s even kissing me after my request assures me I haven’t crossed the line.
He places his hand on mine, making me grip his ass even tighter.
“This…ass…is yours. All for my Rocky,” he says between kisses, until I’ve got him pressed up against the wall, grinding my crotch against him.
I’m shocked by how much his words are like a promise, offering me much-needed relief. Maybe it’s wrong of me to ask so much of him, but part of me feels as though, since I was the one who stirred these feelings in him, it’s my right to claim it for myself.
“Half tempted to just take what’s rightfully mine,” I say.
“In here?”
“No, you haven’t said you’re ready yet. And even if you were, I wouldn’t want to fuck you in here for your first time. But don’t think I’m not wishing for it.”
I kiss him for a while longer, hating that I have to let him return to his friend and that I can’t have this ass right here and now.
When we wrap up, he returns to Ash, and I head on to work.
Lance promising me his ass brings relief, and I know he’ll be true to his word, and yet thoughts of this date night with Dax keep playing through my mind. Him putting the moves on Lance. Telling him how adorable he is. Even the thought of his hand caressing Lance’s skin or him leaning in for a kiss makes me pissed. I’m a traitor to my own fratbro.
And despite managing to hold it together with Lance—barely—it’s gonna be so much more difficult when I’m at work, wondering.
19
Lance
“Come on, give it to me,” Dax says.
He’s really got me worked up. “I’ll give it to you all right.”
“You can do better than that.”
“You’re just loving this, aren’t you?”
I ricochet the puck off the side of the table, and it flies into the goal.
“Dammit,” he says as I throw my hands in the air.
“Hell yeah!” I shout, a swift adrenaline kick pulsing through me at my narrow 7–6 table hockey victory. I wasn’t expecting this for date night, but the arcade was a welcome surprise.
“So close,” Dax says.
“Yeah, you’re lucky I’m having a hard time concentrating.”
How can I, after that conversation with Ty?
He wants to reserve my ass. Wants it all to himself, like it’s become his obsession. And his obsession is becoming my obsession.
I want to know what it’d feel like to have Ty guiding me through the experience, easing inside me, this time with his cock instead of his fingers.
I love how possessive he was of it, how he wanted to be clear it’s his, though I wouldn’t have done anything with Dax anyway.
“Why are you having a hard time concentrating?” Dax asks.
Fuck. Way to call me out, bro.
I can’t tell him I’ve been thinking about Ty fucking me for most of the time we’ve been on our date. Or that before he came over to meet me at Alpha Theta Mu, I was checking out subreddits about anal.
“Just…stuff. What do you want to play next?” I ask, trying to get him off the scent.
“I don’t know. Trying to think of things you can beat me in so that we don’t wind up with another hog in the house.”
I laugh. “Uh-uh. I’m never a sore loser. Besides, the hog is sooo last year. Now come on, don’t go easy on me. A victory isn’t a victory unless you give me your ass.”