Page 38 of Trade Deadline

This one has an underwater theme. Coral decorates the edge with a mermaid at the end, the hole situated at the end of her tail.

“Nah.” I shake my head. “Some of the guys do, but it’s not really been of any interest to me. I find it a bit boring, but this place looked fun.” I come to a halt. “Shit, I should have asked if you liked golf.”

“I like mini golf as it’s less serious, but I find a driving range kinda boring.”

I sag in relief and take a step to the side to let him take the first shot. He gets it really close, stopping only a couple of inches away from the hole. “Nice!”

When it’s my turn, I end up hitting it so hard that it goes over into the next course, bouncing off the head of a T-Rex with ading.

“Ugh! I’m terrible at this.” I rub my jaw. “Here I am, trying to impress you, and I can’t even hit a fucking golf ball right.”

“You’re not supposed to hit it like you’re taking a slapshot.” He bursts into laughter. The motion exposes the slender column of his throat.

For fuck’s sake.

I want to press my lips against it, hear his moans as I suck on his skin, and mark him as mine.

Mine?

Where the hell did that come from?

He fetches the wayward ball, and the smile he gives me does something weird to my heart.

I’m frozen in place. I’m unable to do anything except watch as he places it back down on the tee, then guides my body into position.

“You’ve gotta be a bit gentler with it.”

He stands behind me, looping his arms around and placing his hands over mine. Goose bumps erupt over my skin from his touch. His scent fills my nostrils, like sweet apple and spice. My legs quiver from the soft thud of his heartbeat against my back, and it takes me by surprise how fucking good this feels. I have to stop myself from leaning into him, tipping my head back, and claiming his mouth.

He guides my hands, giving the ball a softer tap, and I watch as it travels up the course, bouncing off the mermaid’s tail and coming to a stop not far from the hole.

“See?” His voice is like smooth whiskey, and my cock thickens in my jeans, pressing against my zipper as all my blood rushes south.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I take a deep breath through my nose before taking a step forward to remove myself from his embrace. If I stay that close to him any longer, I’ll break my promise of keeping my hands to myself.

His eyes look heated when I turn, and that fucking bottom lip is caught between his teeth again. I close the gap between us, reveling in the hitch of his breath as I release his bottom lip with my thumb.

“You’ve gotta stop that if you want me to stick to my word and behave myself.” I growl into his ear, rubbing my thumb over the pillowy flesh.

His pupils are blown wide. The blue of his eyes has turned dark with desire.

I want him to want me, just as much as I want him.

His nose brushes against my cheek, and he nips my thumb before whispering, “What if I don’t want you to behave yourself?”

Fuck.

“I’m trying so fucking hard to be a gentleman, Alex. It’s taking every ounce of willpower not to push you against this wall and fuck your mouth with my tongue. I wanna taste you so much it hurts, so please don’t test me, because I’m holding on by a thread.”

The sly grin that spreads across his lips completely catches me off guard. The tips of his ears are still flushed, but he’s showing me a more confident side of himself, and I fucking love the tease.

Thirteen

Alex

I haveno idea what just came over me. It was like there was this little voice inside my head shoutingfuck itwhen I wrapped my arms around Blaine.

Maybe I'm channeling Nate’s carefree energy.

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