Page 51 of Matched By My Rival
He smirked. “Such a dirty boy, letting me rip off half your clothes in an alley.”
“Shut up.”
“Anyone could have seen.” He tsked. “Can you imagine if someone had seen your co—”
I shut him up with a hard kiss, muttering, “You’re an asshole” against his lips.
He smirked. “You like it.”
“Find us a better place,” I said. “Then I’ll really show you how much I like your asshole.”
His eyes widened in alarm, and I laughed. “Don’t look so terrified. I’m just kidding. Mostly.”
I left him with that thought churning in his newly bisexual head. Would Simon want to top or bottom? Or maybe neither? I really didn’t care.
I didn’t care what we did as long as we did it together.
15
SIMON
After years of suppressing my attraction to men, Parker had fully opened the floodgates. I couldn’t think of anything else—even while sitting in Double D’s tiny dorm room to walk him through his Sports Leadership project proposal. We had the rest of the semester to finish it, but this was our last week to officially get our ideas approved.
“I don’t know,” he said after I spitballed another idea. “Sounds kind of negative.”
I dragged a hand down my face. “D, the point of the assignment is to fill a void. To address something that could be better. Isn’t that, by definition, looking for something negative?”
He shook his head, a scowl on his face. “Just doesn’t feel right to me.”
“Okay…”
While I waited for Darnell to tell me what the fuck felt right, my mind drifted back to Parker. More specifically, to our last hookup almost a week ago. The gasps and moans, the feel of his bare skin under my nails, the first taste of his cock—and the way it didn’t repel me in the slightest, but made my mouth water for more. There was no denying now that I was bisexual.
We hadn’t hooked up again, mainly because we had no place to do it. Being on the down low was a pain in the ass. I wasn’t ready to come popping out of a closet door while trumpets blared or anything, but I wouldn’t care about the frat finding out—especially if it meant I could get Parker alone again—except that no one could know about him. He was too recognizable around campus. If word got out, it could create problems with the team. I couldn’t see the guys being all that cool with it. It was a new day and all that shit, but football was a sport full of guys trying to out-macho one another. If I were him, I wouldn’t want to risk it either.
“…good even better, you know?”
Darnell was talking.
“Sorry, what?”
“That’s the second time you spaced out on me today.”
“I’m sorry.” I popped up from the chair and paced the tiny room. “Didn’t get enough sleep or something.”
Not entirely a lie. I’d been up late, messaging with Parker. We’d been chatting every day again. Sexting. Exchanging pics and videos. None of it satisfied me. If anything, it only made me crave him in the flesh even more. We had to find a place to hookup before I lost the few brain cells I had left that could focus on anything other than my need to touch him again.
“I was saying that I wished I could just focus on making something good even better,” Darnell said. “I like athletics. Sports saved my life, man. I don’t know if there are voids. If there are, I haven’t seen them.”
I nodded, thinking. “Tell me more about why sports saved your life?”
He shrugged uncomfortably. “The usual. Hated school. Skipped a lot. Figured it was going nowhere anyway. Got in trouble at school one day for fighting. Tackled this rude-ass white boy talking racist shit. Thought I was gonna get expelled. But Coach Freeman was there, and he told them to put me in football. Let me get my aggressions out in a productive way.” He shrugged. “It worked.”
I snorted. “You’re the least aggressive guy I know. If you tackled some punk, he had it coming.”
Darnell chuckled. “Oh, he did. For sure. But sports gave me a reason to go to school. Gave me something to be proud of.”
I nodded, thinking. “So how can you convert that into a project?”
