Page 56 of Matched By My Rival
I shivered a little, glad the breeze would disguise my reaction to anyone looking. I gestured behind me vaguely. “Guess I should go…work then.”
Simon nodded once, eyes intent. “We’ll play later.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s my line.”
Simon grinned. “I guess you’re rubbing off on me.”
I smirked. “Not yet, but with any luck…”
“Get out of here,” he said with a mock scowl, “ or I’ll never get any work done.”
With a laugh, I headed for my side of the house, pulse already accelerating in anticipation of the night ahead. I had no doubt the sex would be incredible. And I wanted it, badly.
Even if I never got everything else I wanted, it would be amazing. I had no doubt. But I really,reallyhoped that I’d also get the chance to know this new Simon better.
The one who was beginning to look a bit more like the BiCuriousStud I’d been falling for before we ever discovered our real identities.
* * *
SIMON
After we wrapped up the final touches on the house, Cooper invited the crew out for drinks. I was very tempted to pass on it—desperate to get my hands on Parker—but everyone else said yes, and I’d feel like a real asshole to ditch my friends. Still, it was testing my restraint after a week of barely any contact. Since our aborted make-out session in Parker’s dorm room, we hadn’t seen one another. Hadn’t even sexted thanks to our conflicting schedules. And I was horny as fuck.
Horny for a guy. That was still a little strange. Not in a bad way. The reality just hit me every now and then.I’m bi and I like guys. I’m bi and I like Parker.I wasn’t honestly sure which realization was more difficult to accept. I’d never dreamt that the guy I punched, the guy who’d kissed my ex-girlfriend, might one day be getting naked withme.When I thought back on that scene, I still felt the old jealousy flare—except it’d changed targets. I wasn’t jealous that Parker was kissing my ex; I was jealous that someone else was kissing Parker. That someone else knew how amazing his mouth was. I had a serious infatuation with those lips.
Unfortunately, those lips were frowning just now. Parker clearly wasn’t impressed when I walked right past him to take a seat at the far end of two tables pushed together at the Keg House. But hell if I could handle sitting beside him in public without outing us both. We were both so amped for tonight we’d probably end up making out on the table. Wouldn’t that be a surprise for the rest of the guys?
Trace ordered a couple of pitchers, and we shot the shit, making small talk as Cooper poured beer into mugs for each of us. I pulled out my phone and shot Parker a message.
You’re pouting.
I watched him check his phone, then shoot me a look. He tapped out an answer, and it was a trip watching him type, realizing that was exactly the way he looked all those times we’d exchanged messages back and forth. I couldn’t see his face, just his tousled blond head bent over the phone; his broad shoulders curved forward slightly as he leaned his weight on his elbows as he typed. He looked up, those blue eyes locking on me at the same moment my phone vibrated on the table. I casually checked it as if I weren’t eager to see what he’d said.
I was promised some privacy with you, and yet here we are…surrounded by other people again. When am I going to see you naked?
I flicked my glance toward him, but he’d shifted away to talk to the guys around him. Just as well. We didn’t need to draw too much attention. We might not be fucking on the table, but I felt like every time our eyes met, we were advertising our desire to strip one another and get busy.
Good things are worth waiting for?
He responded within seconds.They better fucking be.
I squirmed in my seat a little, trying to discreetly adjust my misbehaving cock. Tonight could not come soon enough.
“Simon, did you hear me?”
I blinked, realizing that Cooper was speaking.
“Sorry, what?”
“I’m going to spend next weekend with Trace. You cool running the show again?”
I nodded. “Sure. Whatever you need.”
“Maybe skip the paint fight this time,” Trace said dryly.
My gaze went straight to Parker at the reminder, but he wasn’t looking my way. He was laughing, deep in conversation with one of the guys from the work site, Ethan. I watched them critically for a moment, unable to ignore the fact that Ethan was cute, if a little skinnier than I’d like in a guy. He had a liveliness to him, a quirky wit that was charming.
“Why is Ethan volunteering on this project? He’s not in the frat.”
