Page 71 of Changing the Play

“I see you aren’t denying the nerd thing.”

I shrug. “Well…” His bright laughter brings yet another smile to my face. “Really, though, do I have any room to talk? My favorite thing to do is curl up on the couch and read classic romance novels.”

He hums. “Valid point. I can’t disagree.” I’m about to pull him in for a kiss when he clears his throat. “So, uh—I don’t usually do this. And by that, I mean like… ever. But I’m feeling a little guilty and I… well—if you wanted to try topping, I’d be okay with it.”

My brain screeches to a halt. What the fuck. “Darcy, in the most loving way possible, why in thefuckwould I want to do that?”

His eyes widen. “I just wanted you to know the offer was on the table.”

I study him for a second. “Wait… is that whatyouwant?”

He’s quiet for a second. “Not particularly, no. But I’d do it for you.”

Jesus Christ. “First off, no. We willnotdo something you don’t want. Second off,fuckno. Call me selfish, but if I’m topping, then who’s making me come seven times in a row?”

His cheeks turn bright red. “Oh my God. It was not seven times.”

“Coulda been,” I murmur, turning to unlock my door.

Darcy and his laughter follow me into the apartment. He shuts the door behind us and makes himself at home on my couch. “Could be fun,” he muses.

“What could?” I ask, sitting down beside him. He pulls his shoes off and I pat my thighs. He gets the memo and turns sideways, sitting with his back to the arm of the couch and dropping his feet in my lap.

“Seeing if I can make you come seven times in a row.” My cock twitches as he eyes me over the rim of his glasses. “Maybe I’d make you come over and over until you were coming dry. It could bereallyfun.”

And my dick is officially hard as a rock. “Yeah. Mhmm. Yes. That.”

He chuckles. “But perhaps not when your dad’s on the way.”

Ugh. Almost forgot about that asshole. “Maybe I’ll just tell him not to show up.” There’s a knock on the door right as I finish the sentence, and I hang my head. “Dammit. Now I’ve gotta answer the door with a hard on. Rude as hell, baby. Rude as hell.”

I lift his feet off my lap and he sits up, laughing at me as I let Dad in.

“Weston.”

“Father.” Two can play his snarky game. I’m Weston when I’m a disappointment. Seems like I’m always a disappointment these days. Oh well. “Come in.”

He walks through the door, his eyes taking everything in. When they snag on Darcy, I curl my hands into fists. Not that I’d physically harm my father, but I will tell him to get the fuck out if I have to. Only one of them is a guest here, and it’s not Darcy.

“Have a seat,” I say, gesturing to the couch.

“No need,” Dad says, feet planted like the stubborn asshole he is.

Fine by me. I sit down next to Darcy and pat my thighs again. He huffs, but after a brief hesitation, places his feet back in my lap. “Talk,” I say, nodding to Dad.

He’s staring at us like he’s ready to throw a fit. I’m torn between hoping he fucks around so he can find out and hoping he keeps his fucking mouth shut so Darcy doesn’t have to hear any bigoted bullshit.

Dad sighs. “I need you to come home.”

I shake my head. “And I needyouto understand that’s not happening.”

“Weston, be reasonable—”

“Iambeing reasonable, Dad. You’re the one who’s not. I’ve worked my ass off to get where I am, no thanks to you, and I’m not going to drop out of school with one year left to come home and do what you want me to do. I won’t.”

I don’t want to. Not even a little. And even if I did, what was the point of everything I’ve done to get this far? All the studying and busting my ass on the football field and spending my entire summers working three jobs to pay for the very apartment he’s standing in the living room of. I won’t do it. I won’t give up on what I want.

“I can’t run the shop without you anymore.”

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