Page 48 of Matched By My Rival
I wanted that. Wanted him.
WantedParker.
I never saw it coming. I’m pretty sure he didn’t either. But here we were, in the backroom of a bar, hearts beating hard as we clutched at one another.
Parker kissed me sweetly, letting his tongue dance over my lips tentatively. He was the perfect choice for BiCuriousStud. But as bashful as I might have seemed online, that wasn’t the whole of me. Once endorphins flooded my body, all bets were off.
I tightened my grip on him, spun us so that his back hit the wall, and kissed him hard.
“Wait here for me.”
He blinked, looking dazed. “What?”
“Wait here. I’ve got to help close the bar.”
He licked his puffy bottom lip. Fuck, but he was hot like this. His hair all ruffled up, a flush to his light complexion, body loose and languid as he leaned against the wall, pliable under my hands.
I kissed him once more, sucking that lip, and he moaned under his breath. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t go anywhere.”
He smiled lazily. “Wild horses couldn’t drag me.”
I turned before I gave in to the temptation of another kiss, another touch. I wanted to feel his mouth on me again. I wanted to do more than be the asshole who received pleasure this time. I wanted to give it. I wanted to be the one making Parker fall apart.
I hurried out to the bar, rejoining Rhett. He lifted his brow in question.
“Um, he’s going to wait while we close up if that’s cool?”
“Don’t be stupid. Take him home. I’ll close.”
My jaw dropped, and I fumbled my words. “I’m not…I mean, we’re just…”
Rhett grabbed my shoulder and squeezed. “You don’t need to worry, Simon. Who would I tell? But take it somewhere else, okay? I don’t mind covering, but if old Sal gets wind of it, you’re gonna lose your job.”
I nodded once, shortly. “Right. Sorry. I shouldn’t even be doing this, but…”
Rhett smiled. “Don’t be sorry, man. I know all about complicated attraction.” At my questioning look, he waved a hand. “Roommate. It’s weird. Don’t ask. Just take your guy home before someone else does.”
Parker had made quite the spectacle tonight, his shirtless and toned as fuck upper body on display. It’d made me crazy to watch him dance with woman after woman. It was a weird kind of foreplay of its own. Knowing he was here for me and having to watch all those hands clutch his arms, sweep up and down his ribs. One brazen redhead had raked her nails over his abs, making him jump back with a laugh.
I’d wanted to go out there and toss her across the room, then sling Parker over my shoulder like a caveman and take him to my backroom lair.
When he’d made that joke about carrying his ass out of the bar, I’d had to bite down on a laugh. It had so closely mirrored what I’d been fantasizing about.
But now, with Rhett’s reality check, I knew we couldn’t keep hooking up here. I needed my job too much to risk it.
Turning toward the backroom, I found Parker—dressed again in a T-shirt—leaning one shoulder against the doorframe. How much had he overheard?
“Want to get out of here?” I asked.
He nodded once. “Where to?”
I considered that. No way could we go to his dorm. He was surrounded on all sides by football players. That would be the opposite of discreet.
There was the frat, but that wasn’t exactly private either. I knew my bros would be cool with me hooking up with a guy. They had Cooper’s back, after all. But I didn’t want to entrust Parker’s privacy to a house full of people.
We were going to have to get creative.
“We’ll figure it out when we get there,” I said.
