Page 37 of Returning Your Love
She shied away and swigged her beer, feigning interest in the crowd around us.
“Mom called while I was at work the other day, and I forgot to mention it,” Chaz offered.
“Not like I’m gonna be here anyway. Frenchie!” Shelly called, waving her hand before lifting her empty bottle.
Frenchie nodded, and I turned to face Jamie, needing him to know I was available if he ever changed his mind about us. “Maybe some other weekend?”
“Yeah, maybe,” he said, going for a noncommittal shrug, but he couldn’t hide the heat in his eyes when he looked at me, the yearning he tried to squash but couldn’t.
Selfishness rose up inside me, and I held his stare, hoping he would see how desperate I was to strip him down and flip fuck until we passed out cum-covered, every cell in our bodies sated for the first time in I expected both of our lives. Sure, he and Shelly used to be all over each other back in high school, but no fucking way could she give him what I could. The emotional connection of unconditional love and acceptance. Surely those two things when wrapped up in the physical made coming together all the better.
I lusted to find out.
Fucking drooled for it.
Shelly started chatting with the woman beside her, leaving us free to continue our stare down that promised fulfillment in every way I’d fantasized about.
Pain and weariness filled his hazel eyes and etched his brow, even though desire radiated from deeper inside him. He’d completely lost the tan from our camping trip, his skin pale yet unblemished. His full lips pressed together briefly, and I swayed toward him like he’d activated a magnetic field around his body, pulling me in one torturous inch at a time. Satisfaction awaited at the end—I fucking knew it. Could taste it?—
He angled away from me, and I grasped his arm. Breath held, he studied me as I gently brushed my thumb over the sensitive skin inside his elbow.
“Y-You okay?” I asked, voice lower since I stood close to him.
He started to nod but stopped and shook his head, his focus on my mouth.
Exhaustion from denying us or pretending everything was fine in his life? Perhaps both?
I flicked my tongue over my lower lip intentionally, and his breath caught, pupils dilating exactly as I’d expected.
Fucking hell, this man.
“The last place you want to be on Sunday is with your parents,” I said, pulling him in a little closer so I could speak almost directly into his ear, using the ruckus around us as a reason for being all up in his space. A deep inhale filled my lungs with his scent and stiffened my dick. “Skip out, Chaz. Spend the day with me. We can simply act like best friends or do whatever the fuck you want.”
I stepped away enough to see his face, and at the blatant lust in his gaze, I dropped my hands and shoved them into my pockets to stop myself from grabbing him.
Chaz swallowed hard, and with every second he agonized over his decision, my pulse pounded.
Tonight’s game had been a bigger disappointment than I’d expected, but this tension? Made up for every second. I’d had no visions of winning considering we’d faced the best team in our league, but I’d hoped to get more than three points on the board. The kids hadn’t seemed as upset as I was. But then again, they played for love of the sport, most not driven to come out on top.
That thought put me back in the present and the fantasy of me cradled by Chaz’s thighs while I fucked into him with slow, steady thrusts, our gazes locked, a cocoon of love wrapped around us.
The perfect fucking moment in time I wanted more than anything.
Win on the gridiron with the Bobcats included. If that made me a lousy coach, so be it. I couldn’t help what my heart longed for.
“Sunday?” I pushed when he didn’t respond.
At his slow nod, I expelled a heavy breath. “Your place or mine?” he asked, his tone resigned but filled with his usual persistent determination I’d always admired.
The promise of crossing another line hovered between us as real as the scent of booze and sweat in the air. Honoring vows didn’t mean jack shit when it came to the same desire we shared for each other.
“Dad’s off on Sunday and will be home, so yours?”
Chaz nodded again, swallowing hard and tempting me to lick up his throat.
“I’ll see you then,” I said, obvious intent coating my words of my plan toseeevery goddamn inch of him stripped down.
His head jerked in yet another nod, his pupils swelled and traps up tight near his ears beneath his T-shirt. “You can come whenever you want.” The rasp in his suggestive tone stroked over my balls and taint, causing my asshole to clench with yearning to be filled.
