Page 13 of Trade Deadline

“It was so fucking hot,” he whispers, teasing me.

Fuck, he’s killing me.

“Yeah?”

He nods, sucking on his bottom lip as his hooded gaze moves from my mouth to my eyes. “Does it hurt?”

I nip the tip of his thumb with my teeth. My dick jerks against the fly of my pants as he lets out a shaky breath.

“No, but if I said yes, would you kiss it better?”

That gorgeous blush spreads across his cheeks, tipping down his neck and under his collar.

I place my bottle on the bar top behind me before sliding my hands around his trim waist, pulling him close. A low groan escapes me when our erections brush together, and then I run my nose up the slender column of his neck, breathing in his heady scent. Once I reach his ear, his entire body shudders as I flick my tongue over the lobe.

He’s so fucking responsive.

I want to strip him naked, explore his body with my tongue, and elicit the filthiest noises from him.

“Come home with me.”

My heart is going wild. I'm high on him. I want him under me. Riding me. I want to hear his gasps as I fill him up with my cock. I want to hear him moaning my name, begging me for more. I want to watch his face as his body is overcome with pleasure only I can give him.

I want it all.

I want…

“No.”

Wait...

What?

I take a step back to look him in the eye. There's no way I heard that right.

Did he just say… “No?”

He shakes his head. His neck flushes a deep pink, and his eyes close and his jaw clenches, like it’s taking every ounce of willpower in his body. He bites his bottom lip, and when he opens his eyes again, those radiant blues are completely blown out with desire.

I take a quick glance down. The bulge of his erection is visible in his jeans. He's just as turned on as I am, but he said no?

I don’t understand. This is a first for me. I can’t recall a situation where both parties have wanted one another so blatantly, yet nothing is going to happen.

“I’m sorry, Blaine.” He raises a hand to cup my jaw again. “You have no idea how sorry I am, but boys like you are my kryptonite, and I’m so tired of being hurt.” He leans in, pressing those delicious lips to the corner of my mouth in a tender kiss. “You might be used to getting anyone you want with a snap of your fingers, but if you want me, you’re gonna have to work a little harder than just laying on the charm. It may work on everyone else, but I’m not everyone else, and I don’t want to be another notch in your bedpost.”

I watch as he walks away, losing sight of him as the crowd swallows him.

Never in my twenty-seven years has anyone ever turned me down.

Everyone wants me.

Everyone wants a piece of me.

Instead, I’m left speechless and insanely hard.

Did he just... turn me down?

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