Page 107 of Beautifully Conflicted

When his cock stills, he’s a panting puddle on my couch and I reach for my own swollen dick, pumping it mercilessly.

Bennet lifts his head just enough for his hooded eyes to find mine. “On me, babe.”

Balancing a knee on the cushion next to him, I brace one hand against the back of the couch as I jerk my shaft with the other. In mere seconds, milky white liquid spurts from my tip, coating his chest and trickling down his six-pack on the way to his groin. I’m half tempted to smear it into his skin like some sort of caveman. I probably would’ve if we were still secret boyfriends, but since we’re just regular boyfriends, I go with pressing our foreheads together.

“Warm enough?” I press my lips softly to his.

“Scorching,” he mumbles back.

“Good.” I shuffle off the couch and pull my shorts up, then undo the cooling sleeve so I can toss him the hand towel. He mops up his chest as I start disconnecting the machine, but when I stand to take it to the kitchen, he crooks a finger at me.

Leaning over, I let him wrap his hand around my neck and pull me down for another kiss. “Love you.” He nips at my bottom lip.

“Love you too.” I whisper back before carrying the gear to the kitchen so I can empty it in the sink.

“Have you got that class with Aiden today?” Bennet hollers from the couch.

“Yeah, why?”

“I texted him to ask about some speaker he was going to see in Denver and didn’t hear back.”

“A speaker?”

“Yeah, some super smart dude. Aiden’s version of a rockstar. I was hoping you could check on him. Ask him to get back to me or something. It’s not really like him to ignore texts, so I just want to checkthat he made it back okay.”

I finish wiping off my hands and drape the damp towel over the edge of the sink. “Yeah, I can—"

A loud thud on the door interrupts my train of thought. “You expecting anyone?” I ask Bennet.

“This is your place,” he says.

“Yeah, but until you moved in no one ever came over.” I make my way to the door and pull it open to find myself staring at a middle-aged couple I haven’t seen in years. Not since the last time my high school football team went up against Bennet’s.

My boyfriend’s father has the same dark hair and cerulean blue eyes as his son, and at roughly my height he’s an imposing figure despite the fact I’ve probably got thirty pounds of muscle on him. His mother’s hair is as blonde as her husband’s is dark, and while she’s got blue eyes as well, they skew more silvery gray than ocean blue.

Together they’re a striking pair, and based on their slacks and sweaters, unlike the jeans and sweatshirts my parents wear, they give the impression that this is not a casual visit.

“Uh, hi,” I say awkwardly, realizing when they both develop matching frowns that I’m still in my boxers, and nothing else.

“We’re looking for our son,” Bennet’s father says. “His roommates told us we could find him here.”

“Oh yeah. Figured he’d prefer the elevator over three flights of stairs,” I ramble, hoping to buy Bennet a little more time before he has to explain me since I’m pretty sure he wasn’t planning to tell them about us until after going through a trial run with the team.

“May we come in?” his mother asks.

I jump back from the door, barely managing to keep it open as I scramble to find the manners thatmightkeep them from hating me outright once they discover who I am. “Yeah. Sure. Bennet,” I holler,since he can’t see the door from the living room. “Your parents are here.”

The door clicks shut as they step inside, and I motion for them to follow me to the living room, praying Bennet thought to pull his shorts up after our little icing session since I didn’t do it for him.

Fortunately, he’s covered when he comes into view, and even managed to re-wrap his leg in an ACE bandage to reduce the swelling. Unfortunately, that coverage is as skimpy as mine, which his dad isn’t inclined to ignore.

“Things have changed since my time. My roommates and I wore clothes in the house.”

I run a nervous hand through my hair as Bennet gapes at the three of us. “Yeah, I was just about to shower, and pants get in the way of the ice machine, so he doesn’t get dressed until after.”

My explanation makes perfect sense to me, but Bennet’s dad arches a suspicious brow in my direction. “You two have a routine?”

“Uh, he’s been staying here a few days because—” I briefly lose the word and point toward the door “—elevator. And he’s not overly mobile so I help out with the icing stuff before I go to class.”

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