Page 66 of The Quarterback
“I want you to make love to me, Nick. I want…” How did he explain that he wanted to feel Nick as close to him as he possibly could? That yes, he wanted the heat, and he wanted the friction, and he wanted how mind-blowingly perfect their sex already was to be leveled up, if possible, but what he really wanted wasmore. He wanted to give this to Nick, because this was something he’d never have with anyone else. “I want you.” He swallowed. “If— If you want to. If you don’t, I understand. I mean, like you said, it’s a big thing, and maybe you’re not interested in that with me—”
Nick cut his ramble off with a hard kiss. “I do want that, Colton. I need some time, though. Is that okay?”
“Yeah. Of course.” He couldn’t stop the smile unfolding across his face. “It’s a little cramped in here anyway.” He’d had daydreams about how their lovemaking would go down, and none of them involved his truck.
“You deserve more than a back seat.”
“You always treat me so awesome,” he whispered. “You’re the best lover I’ve ever had. In every way. You know, the sex, and everything else.”
Nick kissed the tip of Colton’s nose. “You blew away all the sex I’ve ever had, too.” He kissed him again, oh-so-slowly. Colton’s toes curled, and he tipped his head back as Nick started kissing a path down his chin and throat. “You are very special to me,” Nick whispered against his pounding pulse.
He could say the other thing he wanted to say now, too. Three words he’d never said to anyone he’d dated before. Not like this, where just thinking them, never mind saying them out loud, meant he wanted to spend the rest of his life with someone.If you love me, I’ll stay forever.It seemed like a pretty good time.
Nick sucked a hickey into the skin beneath his collarbone, and Colton’s sweet thoughts fled as heat surged. He grabbed Nick’s waist and thrust, ran his hands up under Nick’s shirt again. “We should get home,” he groaned, “before I can’t drive anymore. I can’t turn the wheel if my cock is sticking straight out.”
Nick’s seduction ended in a giggle fit. Colton let him laugh, and he kissed his forehead and ran his fingers over the small of Nick’s back until Nick sat up again.
“Jesus, it’s after one a.m.,” Nick said, checking the dash as he wiggled back into the front passenger seat.
“Uh-oh. I need to get my date home. I don’t want to get him in trouble if I keep him out after curfew.”
Nick took his hand and kissed his palm as he started up the truck. “I think you’ll be all right. This time.” He winked and kept holding Colton’s hand, even when he fell asleep a few minutes into the drive.
Deep into the drive back home, Colton slowed the truck to a stop in the middle of the farm-to-market road and checked his mirrors. No one was around, and he’d been alone on the road for half an hour. He flicked off his headlights and interior lights, and pearl moonlight suddenly swam through the waves of summer grass, turning the waist-high prairie into a silver sea. Iridescence glowed off the asphalt, and starlight dipped in and out of Nick’s features, painting his lips and his forehead and the spray of his eyelashes on his cheeks in secret shades of colors Colton couldn’t name.
I love you.He tested the words in his mind. “I love you,” he whispered.
The moon didn’t fall, and the grasses didn’t wither, and Nick didn’t wake up. He didn’t stare at Colton and curl his lip, sneer at him, demand to be let out of the truck.
“I love you,” he whispered again, this time to Nick’s hand as he kissed the bend of his thumb. He rolled Nick’s hand carefully, then planted a kiss on Nick’s ring finger.One day, I hope.
He held Nick’s hand and listened to his lover’s steady, gentle breathing for the rest of the moon-drenched drive.
Chapter Twenty
Nick stoppedat Colton’s cubicle on Friday afternoon, leaning against the side of the desk. Colton’s gaze lasered to his ass, cradled in form-fitting khaki, before gliding up Nick’s body. “Hey, you.”
Nick’s eyes met his, then bounced away. His hands were in his pockets, jiggling like he was shaking change or bouncing his keys. “I’m going to head home early.”
“Yeah?” Colton frowned. “You okay? Something at lunch bother you?”
“I’m good.” Nick shook his head quickly. His eyes darted to Colton, then shifted away again. “I have some stuff to do at home.”
“Oh, I’ll help. What do you—”
“No.” Nick cut him off. “No, what I have to do is for you.” Finally, his gaze landed on Colton’s and stayed.
Oceans boiled in Nick’s dark eyes, filled with an intensity Colton had never seen before. Hunger blazed from him, and his eyes flicked down Colton’s body before sliding back up and stalling at Colton’s parted lips.
Nick swallowed. “Do you still want to—”
Nick hadn’t said a word about what Colton had asked him for in his back seat. They’d fallen into bed after the fair, too tired to do much more than kiss and cuddle before falling asleep in each other’s arms. The next nights, they’d stuck to their routine: football in the park and then dinner on the balcony. Some Netflix and PlayStation. In bed, they’d traded blow jobs and made out. One night, Nick had eaten his ass for almost half an hour, and Colton thought it might be a prelude to something more, but no. The most Nick had done was trace his finger around the rim of his hole as he was blowing Colton.
Colton hadn’t wanted to bring it up again. It was hard enough to ask the first time. He’d said what he wanted, and now Nick knew.
Maybe Nick had thought about it and decided he didn’t really want that with Colton. Or maybe he’d been humoring Colton that night. Maybe it was one of those things that never got mentioned again. Which was okay. He’d be okay if Nick didn’t want to make love to him like that. Maybe a little bit empty, in some way, always craving more of Nick than what he was given, but he’d be okay.
But… “Yes. I do.”
