Page 22 of Only You
“Hey, I’m a big guy. Not my fault they don’t make towels my size.”
His eyes drift down, and my dick jerks without warning. His eyes flick back up to my face, and I can see he’s breathing a little hard, his cheeks red. “I can see that.”
We’re left in this strange stare-off. Something I can’t decipher. Is he feeling it too? This unexpected draw toward each other?
He must be. But then he motions to my bathroom and pulls his eyes off me entirely. “Go get dressed. I don’t want to be late making a fool out of myself at the batting cages.”
I stand there for another moment before I finally get my feet moving.
I know it was the right call. I don’t know what this thing is between us, but it doesn’t stop me from thinking about it as I get dressed in the bathroom.
What would I have done if he’d have made a move? Maybe stood up and brushed his lips over mine?
Maybe felt for himself what he was doing to me with those heated looks?
All I know is, that’s exactly what I was hoping for.
And now, all I feel is disappointment that it didn’t happen.
NINE
Phew. I really need to get it together around Tatum.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. He doesn’t seem all that bothered by my obvious ogling of him, but still—I know I’m playing with fire here. He’s straight, first and foremost.
And maybe Tatum is just a flirty guy. I know he is. So why can’t I just stop thinking about the way he was looking at me? Like maybe he wanted me to do something about my obvious attraction to him.
That can’t be.
I’m imagining things.
What I’m not imagining though—what definitely cannot be explained away—is that massive—and I mean massive—bulge I saw under his towel. But maybe his dick just likes attention, male or female. It might not even matter.
Still, I can’t stop thinking about the outline of his huge cock through the thin white towel as we drive out to the park to meet Kellan and his family. Tatum’s family.
I can’t describe how it made me feel to hear him describe them that way, but the closest thing to it is happiness. Pure happiness for the sweet boy I met all those years ago. Who wasguarded with everyone else, except me. Who had no one but now has a family.
It’s beautiful.
My dick has finally calmed down by the time we reach the park, thank God, because I see the entire family here and waiting as we pull up and Tatum parks his truck. He’s all huge grins as he hops out to greet the kids, Phillip, and Kellan.
I greet them and receive a warm welcome—even though some are maybe a little more suspicious than others by my presence here. Kellan is for sure keeping an eye on me, and Cason seems to be watching me carefully too, even though he’s the one that started this all.
Braylen seems to be completely unaware, and Kieran has his Kindle out and finds a bench—ready to sit this out, apparently.
“Come on, let’s get you a helmet,” Tatum says, taking my hand, and I try like hell to ignore the exploding electricity firing all the way up my arm from his very light, very simple touch.
“What? I was just going to observe,” I say, but I’m walking along with him.
“No way. You have to at least try it,” Tatum declares, his face all lit up with childlike excitement.
“Those are the rules,” Braylen says as Kellan hands him a bat, and Phillip places a helmet on his little head.
“They are,” Philip says with a warm smile in my direction. “Just swing the bat once and you can make your escape.”
I chuckle, and Tatum frowns, placing a helmet on my head and looking straight at me. “No way. You’re going to love it. You’ll see.”
I get lost in his eyes for what feels like forever but finally realize we aren’t alone, and maybe I’m staring at him a little too much. Thankfully, it’s easier to look away from him when Kellan hands me a bat. “I think you’ll like it.”
