Page 100 of The Quarterback
They swallowed each other’s groans, their kiss so deep Colton breathed in the oxygen Nick exhaled. God, he was so fucking full of Nick, exactly the way he craved. Nick on top of him, Nick inside him in every way. He looped his arms around Nick’s neck and shivered. Nick thrust gently into Colton’s ass. He cursed as he broke the kiss, squeezing his eyes closed as he dug his forehead into Colton’s. “I’m so close.”
Colton was going to come any moment. His cock was aching, hard and heavy against his stomach. His balls were already sending warning signals, and he felt the clench of his orgasm rising inside him. He was going to come without ever touching himself. He was going to come because Nick was making love to him.
Nick kissed him again, thrusting in long, deep strokes that moved all the way in before gliding almost all the way out. Colton tipped his head back, whispering Nick’s name to the headboard as pleasure danced beneath his skin, from his toes to his fingertips, and then raced to his cock. Circling his belly and dropping into his balls. “I’m going to come. Nick, I’m going to come—”
He arched, and clenched, and started to cry out, but Nick captured his lips in a kiss as he came apart in Nick’s arms. Nick thrust through Colton’s orgasm, and then it was his turn to muffle a shout in their kiss as his wet heat spilled inside Colton.
“Colton,” he breathed, brushing open-mouthed kisses across his forehead, his chin, his neck. Nick’s lips landed on his pounding pulse. “I love you,” Nick whispered. “And I should have told you that the first time we made love.”
Colton wrapped his arms and legs around Nick. “I was thinking it the whole time. I swore I thought I was thinking so loudly you could hear me like I was screaming.”
“I wish I had.”
He kissed Nick, softly. Tenderly. “Tell me you love me every day?”
“I will. I promise.”
* * *
It was already almostthree a.m., but they stayed up talking, lying on their sides and facing each other, hands cradling cheeks and fingers sliding through each other’s hair. They talked about their future, about what it might look like when they built a life together.
“I’ll follow you anywhere,” Nick whispered. “Any NFL team. Any place you go.”
“I’m not going into the NFL. I’m not going to play professional football.”
“Are you sure? I know you can get back to where you were—”
“That’s not what I want anymore. And it’s not because of my shoulder. Yeah, I could get back to where I was, but… I don’t want to. I want to spend that time with you instead. One of the secret truths about the game is that you can’t have a life other than football. I never understood why that bothered Wes. Until now.”
Nick ran his fingers down Colton’s cheek. “What do you want?”
“I don’t know yet. I asked Kimbrough for a job. I wanted to escape, and I thought I could go work on an oil rig.” Nick’s eyes went wide. “He told me no. He said he didn’t want me out on the rigs, but that if I made it through this year, he’d give me any job I wanted.”
“You’d be amazing with Kimbrough. You and he would be a fantastic team.”
“He, uh. He knows about us. He figured it out. He said we looked at each other like we were in love.”
He’d thought Nick would be more upset about Kimbrough knowing he was dating Colton, but all he did was smile. “He’s an extremely perceptive man. He saw exactly how I was looking at you.”
“I talked to Clarence tonight, too. I was walking home from bailing him out of a potential arrest when you found me. I gave him some hard truths. I think he’s going to try to listen from now on. He might decide to be coachable.” He hitched his thigh closer to Nick, sliding it between Nick’s legs. “I think I might like coaching him.”
“I could see you as a coach.” Nick kissed Colton and ran his palm over Colton’s hip. “I could see you doing anything you want and succeeding—no, excelling—because that’s the kind of person you are, Colton.”
One year, he’d thought. One year to become the man he wanted to be.
He smiled at Nick, scooting closer, moving their bodies together as he cradled Nick’s cheek and kissed him back. Nick moaned and ground his hips, his hardening cock, against Colton’s already hard length. Colton rolled to his back and pulled Nick on top of him, his hands gliding down Nick’s spine to his hips and then to his ass. He squeezed, rocking up into Nick as he deepened their kiss.
He liked the Colton Hall he’d started to uncover. The man he was becoming. He wanted to meet this Colton, learn more about him. What made up his life and his happiness and his dreams. He wanted to see him in the mirror and be proud of him, the choices he’d made and the life he was living.
A life he would live with Nick.
They finally exhausted themselves, and he fell asleep with his head on Nick’s chest, Nick’s heartbeat thumping beneath his ear and Nick’s hand in his hair. Day broke across the bedroom too soon. Colton rolled into Nick’s chest to hide from the piercing rays, and Nick held him as he pulled another hour of sleep out of the sun-drenched morning. Eventually, after they kissed each other awake, they rolled out of bed and tumbled toward the kitchen.
Justin was already up and making coffee. He had three mugs on the counter and was in the process of filling them all. His eyes rose, and his gaze locked on Colton’s for a long moment. “Good morning, Colton,” he finally said. He pushed a coffee cup and the sugar bowl across the kitchen counter.
“Morning, Justin.” He smiled and took the coffee.
Justin then handed a cup to Nick, and when he did, Nick took Justin’s other hand and squeezed, holding on to his son for a long moment. Something passed between them, and Justin nodded to his dad, smiling softly as he threaded their fingers together before letting go. He sagged against the refrigerator with the last cup. “So, Dad, Wes and I are going to start planning the wedding. You’re going to help, right?”
