Page 54 of Bend Him, Break Him
“You said it was a bet.”
“Yes, and I’m not telling you anymore other than the fact that Mina is vile.”
“I’ll just ask her.”
“Oh, she’ll never say.” Isaac gave a menacing expression, wicked with a glint of humor. “I’ve got way too much dirt on her.”
“Well, I like them all.” Colton kissed the tattoos on Isaac’s back, the stitched-up wounds that represented missing wings. “They’re super artistic.”
“Yeah, the art aspect does make me happy.”
“You like to draw, don’t you?” Colton asked, continuing to kiss Isaac’s shoulders. “Any of these yours? Like your drawings?”
“That’s a big ass no on both fronts,” Isaac said with a strained laugh, his blue eyes lost for a moment, possibly on Colton’s question.
It hit Colton how Isaac had liked to draw a lot when they were younger. Almost all day in every class when they were in middleschool, but then by the time they were freshman, he practiced less and less. By the time Isaac was a junior, he’d thrown away all his sketchbooks. Colton realized that was because of him, because of the other guys who made Isaac miserable any time he pursued anything of interest.
Colton struggled to find the right thing to say with Isaac most of the time, the right thing to do. He always felt like he ruined their arrangement by talking.
“Keep doing that,” Isaac said with a soft growl.
Colton continued kissing Isaac’s back, his shoulders, the nape of his neck. Then he brought his hands into it, massaging the stress out of Isaac’s stiff muscles. The small growls turned into soft moans as Colton untwisted years of tangled knots. He worked silently for an hour, caressing Isaac’s body, kissing him, touching him, savoring every second spent.
Chapter Eighteen
Isaacfound himself consumed by the time he dedicated to Colton, entwining their worlds more and more. GSA attendance was about the same, a fair turnout to show support for Colton’s latest game. Everyone wanted to see the starting pitcher, and they made no qualms about chatting up his many assets complemented in the uniform. It brought a smirk to Isaac’s face.
The fact that everyone wanted the bi batter with a hot jock build only added to the thrill coursing through Isaac. They could want Colton all day, but he belonged to Isaac. And they could make innuendos about his position on the field all they wanted to. Isaac knew Colton might be a pitcher in the streets, but he certainly wasn’t one in the sheets.
“What’re you up to?” Carlos shoulder-tapped Isaac, ignoring the conversation about hot athletes while focusing on his latestideas to fundraise for the GSA. He had a list of ideas circled and scratched out and scribbled all over the page.
“Up to?”
“You have a devious smile.”
“I’m a devious person.”
“Why don’t you put that wicked mind to some use and help me figure out a good fundraiser event.”
“A live Rocky Horror show?” Isaac’s eyes lit up. “I’m not playing Frank.”
Carlos crossed out the idea. “Then what’s the point.”
Isaac continued glossing over the list of overlapping words to the many ideas. Carlos had this tendency to write over his own words, almost with a slight curve or spiral effect. It was difficult to decipher.
“A kissing booth?” Isaac gagged. “How archaic.”
“I was going for whimsical.”
“Might as well auction people off,” Isaac said with a heavy lilt of sarcasm, which he realized Carlos immediately ignored as a fire lit in his eyes. “You’re gonna do an auction, aren’t you?”
“Hell yeah.” Carlos pointed to Colton, who’d reeled in quite the cheer squad of sorority girls from the other end of the stands. “Our newest member would probably bring in quite the crowd. You think you can convince him?”
“Me?” Isaac croaked.
“Yeah, you have a history, right? Went to the same school, now found yourselves at the same college. Have a friendly chat.”
“Friends?” Isaac scoffed, feigning disgust so phony even he wanted to roll his eyes at the heavy-handed protest. “Do we look like friends?”
