Page 73 of Matched By My Rival
He rubbed his hands up and down the back of my thighs. I grew fully hard at the thought of him pushing inside me. We hadn’t had that since Riverton. Never enough time or privacy. There was still a risk, but the roomwaslocked, and with the promise of spending more time with Simon—with knowing he wanted to be with me beyond these hookups too—I was suddenly raring to go.
“I’ll take you out for an early dinner,” Simon said. “Before work.”
I smiled into his next kiss. It reminded me of his offer to buy me dinner before we had sex in Riverton. “Always such a gentleman, feeding me when I put out.”
He laughed into the join between my neck and shoulder, sending goosebumps rushing over my skin. “Shut up. You wanted to hang out, you said.”
“Oh, I do,” I said. “Right after you fuck my brains out.”
* * *
SIMON
We walked downtown, my body still humming from the amazing sex. Our shoulders brushed occasionally as we shared the sidewalk. The right side of my hand grazed his, and my fingers twitched with the urge to hold his hand.
I didn’t.
We might want to hang out more, but we still weren’t out. We couldn’t be, as long as Parker was on the football team. It was just too risky for him.
“Where would you like to eat?” I asked.
He pursed his lips in thought. “Take me to your favorite place.”
“You sure? It’s not fine dining.”
Parker smirked. “You don’t have to wine me and dine me. I’m already a sure thing.”
I snorted. “Lucky for me. I’m too broke to impress anybody.”
“Oh, you already impressed me,” he said suggestively, bumping my shoulder with his. “I can still feel you.”
I laughed a little, feeling warmth heat my face. Parker was so comfortable with his sexuality. Not just that, but with sex in general. I liked sex. I liked to think I was good at it. But I wasn’t much for talking about it when I was dressed.
“Aw, there he is!” Parker exclaimed. “There’s the guy I wasn’t sure I’d ever see.”
I glanced sidelong at him. “What does that mean?”
“Online, you’re different, you know?” He waved his hand toward my face. “This small bit of shyness. This blush. It’s what I might have expected when I met up with BiCurious—”
“Don’t say that stupid name.”
“Stud,” he added, wiggling his eyebrows.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not shy.”
“But youareblushing.”
“Don’t be an asshole.”
He laughed. “Isn’t it my turn by now?”
Parker probably had a point. I’d been an asshole to him enough times.
“I’m sorry for being such a jerk to you, Parker.”
He shook his head. “Nah, you already apologized. No need to bring it up again. I’m just teasing you.” He bent his head toward me, murmuring into my ear, “You look so damn adorable when you blush.”
I blushed harder, even though I wanted to stop. Maybe turn invisible or sink through the ground. I knew Parker was just being playful, but Jesus Christ, I felt like an idiot.
