Page 91 of Beautifully Devoted

“Ican’t believe Coach is making us start workouts already. We should at least get until spring break or something before we have to get back to it,” Cruz grumbles from the recliner across the room.

We’re all vegging at home after returning from winter break, enjoying our last bit of quiet before classes and practice pick up. Except Aiden, who for some reason needed to hit the library.

“That’s what happens when you don’t make it to the playoffs,” Bennet says as he mashes buttons on the controller, trying to get his running back to dodge the computer’s defense. He’s still losing, though, despite him spamming the buttons. Sort of how our season went.

What started as promising, didn’t end up that way—a few injuries to key players took their toll—so while we still went and won a bowl game, it wasn’t the championship we had hoped for.

“Times like these, I’m glad I play club sports,” Liam says from his perch on Cruz’s lap. “All the fun without the grueling work.”

“That’s why I’m hanging up the pads after college,” I tell them. “I love the game, but I’m ready for some down time.”

“What sort of down time do you think you’ll have?” Jagger gives the thigh he’s sitting on a playful pinch. “I worked hard to get you those muscles, you can’t just kick your feet up and watch them wither away.”

Seeing as how he loves them so much, I’d never let them go. I’ll be happy to keep my workouts to lifting weights instead of doing wind springs, though.

“I won’t turn into a couch potato, promise.” I manage to keep our kiss PG, though my hand snakes up the leg of his shorts until it reaches his tip so I can rub his foreskin, which I’m sort of obsessed with. That silky patch of skin feels so soft against my fingers, I find myself reaching for it far too often. Fortunately, Jagger has no issue with my fascination, and while it tends to end with sex more often than not, when he’s sated like he is right now, it makes him more content than aroused.

Since he’s sitting sideways on my lap with his legs kicked over the armrest of the chair, facing the TV, our roommates can’t see what I’m doing. Not that we’re violating any of the house rules, nothing is out in the open, but we’re probably operating in a gray area. I can’t help myself, though. Now that I can touch him whenever I want, it’s nearly impossible not to.

Jagger melts into me as my hand gently rubs him. “As long you’ll still be my gym partner, I’m good.”

“Pretty sure whatever team you’re on is gonna give you one of those,” I chuckle.

“But if you work for that team, I’ll bet they’ll let you work out with us too.”

Jagger continues to insist he’ll take me wherever he goes, as if he’ll have clout as a rookie. But since it makes him happy to imagine me on the team with him, I figure there’s no harm in letting him have that. Especially since his dreams no longer have any what ifs tied to them.

Instead of worrying about his future—shit like whether he’ll end up like his dad, how hard he’ll have to work to prove he’s not his dad, and whether I’ll be there with him—Jagger’s looking forward to what comes next. Those questions are either a thing of the past, or they’ve been answered, and instead of trying to force himself to be positive he just is.

I love it.

“Whatever you say, Kitcat.” I chuckle as he kisses my neck.

Bennet flops back onto the couch with a frustrated huff as he gets scored on. “Your PDA is breaking my concentration. You play.” He holds the controller toward me.

“I’m good,” I say.

He shakes the controller. “It’s Madden.”

“I know.”

“You never turn down a chance to play Madden.”

“Eh, not feeling it right now.” I drag my forefinger over Jagger’s tip, smiling when I feel him sigh. We’ve been fucking nonstop since getting back from winter break, seeing as he stayed with his mom and I stayed with my folks. We may have seen each other every day, but we weren’t spending the night together like we’ve grown accustomed to. Hence, we’ve been making up for lost time. Enough so, I’m not sure either of us could get it up right now, but that’s partially why I can enjoy my languid exploration.

I’m sort of zoned out, just enjoying the lazy afternoon with my boyfriend in my lap, when Liam casts us a sideways glance and says, “Um, are you playing with Jagger’s dick, right now?

My hand stills. “Why do you ask?”

“I can see your hand moving under his shorts.”

In that case. “Then you already know the answer.” I draw leisurely circles around Jagger’s crown.

“What’s the rule about that?” Bennet barks.

“My dick is still in my pants, he’s just got his hand in there too,” Jagger says. “Besides, you’ve seen it before so I don’t know why we even have a rule about pants.”

Bennet’s brows pull together. “Seen what? Two guys jerking each other? I haven’t, actually.”

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