Page 16 of Breaking Free

“What?” he responds, not bothering to glance in my direction.

“I was thinking you look familiar. Like maybe I’ve seen you before I moved here.”

His head snaps in my direction, eyes narrowed. “You’re mistaken,” he all but snarls through gritted teeth.

The few guys nearby don’t take notice of his obvious hostility, too wrapped up in their own conversations.

“All right, guys,” Jayden says, popping around the corner. “Let’s get our asses on the field before Coach makes us run extra miles.”

“You need to fucking stop,” Trevor says as we trail the rest of the team.

“Stop what?”

“You tell me. What’s your fucking plan? You keep saying and doing these things, completely unconcerned with anyone hearing or seeing us.”

My teeth briefly sink into my bottom lip. “Well, I don’t care if anyone sees or hears me.”

“That’s the fucking problem. You’re being selfish and only thinking of yourself. I told you I’m not out.” His voice drops. “I don’t want people knowing I did anything with you.”

I slap my hand over my chest. “Ouch, Campbell. Embarrassed?” He huffs. “All right. Fine. I’ll leave you alone.”

“Good,” he says after a few seconds before rushing ahead of me.

The truth of the matter is, I don’t know him that well. I shouldn’t care if he doesn’t want anything to do with me. But his willingness to do what I say feeds my need for control unlike anyone else I’ve been with.

I’ve been with twinks and jocks, and nobody has so easily succumbed to my demands like Trevor has. He happily went along with my plans that night in the bathroom, and had we been anywhere but in the locker room that first day of practice, I know he would’ve dropped to his knees if I told him to.

On top of that, he’s fucking sexy. He’s athletic and muscular, but still lean. He’s clean-cut without being a baby face. And of course, for my own selfish reasons, I want to be able to have someone take my mind off my current problems. He’s the drug I want to take in order to escape reality, even if it’s only for a small amount of time. Even if it’ll destroy me.

Trevor says he wants me to leave him alone, but I know that’s his fear talking. He’s afraid he likes me too much, and not just because I’m me. I’m a man, and he’s still coming to terms with that. I think he’s afraid if I’m around too much he’ll succumb to every natural instinct he has. He’ll stare too long, smile in a way he shouldn’t, blush when I say something, and submit when he should resist.

I’ll give him what he thinks he wants until he comes to me. It’s bound to happen.

* * *

“Hey, nice fucking run,”Jayden says, slapping my shoulder as I get to the sidelines after scoring a touchdown.

“Thanks, man.” I squirt water into my mouth and then stand there, catching my breath.

“Yeah, you made Mills fall down,” he says with a laugh. “I’ll be sure to give him shit for that later.”

I shake my head as I chuckle. “He owes me a drink. I told him I’d shake him, but he said there was no way I’d get past him.”

Jayden throws his head back with a boisterous laugh. “Fucking Mills. I’m gonna make him buy me a drink, too. So, you’re twenty-one?”

“Yep.”

“Dope. Let’s hit up the bar. Me, you, Mills—since he’s buying, and maybe a few others. That cool?”

“Yeah, definitely. Tonight? Because I have to work tomorrow.”

“Probably. Hold up.” He walks a few steps away and shouts to a few guys. “Yo, Mills, Shea! Wanna hit up Toast tonight?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Hell yeah.”

“I’m inviting myself.”

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