Page 86 of Jace
I make it two hours into socializing after the impromptu Thanksgiving dinner, all of us now zoned out in the living room, before I’m starting to get antsy and am itching to drag Jace upstairs with me. I’m still riding high on the win, feeling euphoric because of it, and really want to continue that ecstatic feeling upstairs.
Unfortunately, Jace is busy playing Call of Duty with my friends.
It’s only been a day since he last touched my dick, sure. And only last weekend when we slept in the same bed… But it still feels too long and I’m going out of my mind with impatience totrymore things. Which is funny, because impatience never was an issue with Kaylee.
I tap my almost empty beer bottle against my knee, sitting on the couch adjacent to the one Jace is occupying, sitting in between Miles and Tuck. I kind of hate them right now for making Jace like the stupid game, but I’m trying to not let it show. That much. I do glare at my boyfriend, waiting for him to finish up and come upstairs with me.
He promised me coming. I’m keeping him to it. I really want to experience more of what he has to offer, especially after his impromptu handjob yesterday in the kitchen, which I really don’t need to think about if I don’t want to get hard in public.
Nope. Still not freaking out that my dick thinks a guy is appealing. I’m not a difficult person really. I’m raised and bred in California, we’re mostly cool about it here. And although it gives me butterflies and tingles all over whenever he’s nearby or when I’m thinking about it, I think that that's more to the fact that he isJacethan because he’s ahe. If that makes sense.
Maybe it’s weird that I’m not having some sort of bi, or gay–I'm leaning towards that one–epiphany, but it’s like all sorts of puzzle pieces are falling into place, how dumb and gooey that may sound. It just is.
I’m also figuring out that I’m absolutely terrible at keeping this thing a secret. We agreed that we’d keep it on the down-low for as long as I need. But I just don't think I need it that much. Besides keeping it from the media and team for obvious reasons, I’m not really seeing a reason to hide it from my close friends and family, I know they all would be cool with it–and I believe half of my roomies already figured it out this week. If not beforetoday, then tonight on the field when I had ‘stars in my eyes,’ according to Lamar.
Or when Jace walked into the living room with Missy earlier, carrying his sports bag and giving me the most idiotic grin ever, which I replied in kind, resulting in my roomies snickering on the couches.
Yup. Fairly sure that they know. And fairly sure they don’t mind and will keep their mouths shut. I trust them on the field and I trust them here.
And I also know them well enough that if I don’t rescue him from their clutches, he will be sitting here until four am when they finally are tired enough to call it quits, since tomorrow we don’t have any classes.
We do have practice, though. That never quits.
I try to make eye contact with him, and when their current round ends, he finally meets my gaze, giving me an enormous grin, and I think I know why. He’s happy to be hanging around with the guys. He told me before he never had many guy-friends growing up, and here he mostly hangs out with Missy and Ava. Turns out he fits quite well into my group of friends.
But I don’t care right how much hefitsin with them, I just want him for myself.
So I nod upstairs, giving him my best come-hither look, and disappear in the kitchen, take the stairs and beeline my way into my room. I don’t care what kind of excuse he makes, he just has to come up here.
But ‘here’ is actually quite a mess.
I cringe at the unmade bed, littered clothes, and scattered books that areeverywhere. Normally I’m a bit more organized, but the last couple of weeks I was a bit, well, pre-occupied is the right term, I guess.
I kick my football gear into the corner, right all my books on my desk and am in the middle of making my bed when a set ofbroad arms wrap around my waist, making my heart throb in anticipation.
“You know that bed won’t stay neat tonight, right?” Jace kisses my neck, before letting me go, his hand trailing over my side. When I turn I’m taken aback at seeing the longing in his expressive gray eyes. He wants this just as much as I do.
“Is that so?” I ask as he drops his overnight bag that he had slung over his shoulder on the floor.
His answer is a smirk as he kicks my door closed with his heel, muffling the ruckus from my friends downstairs, before advancing on me. I automatically step backwards and the back of my legs hit the bed. As I sit down and scoot backwards, he follows me, crawling over me, ending on top of me after nudging my knees apart. He latches onto my mouth, and I swear I hear a sigh of relief from him as we make contact. Finally alone.
“Smooth move,” I say against his lips after a kiss or two, earning me a chuckle.
“I can be very smooth if I want,” he answers, proving it by grabbing the hem of my tshirt and sliding it off me easily.
“Wow. Very fluent. Should I be worried that you’re a pro at undressing guys?”
“Shut up, King. I’ve waited too long to have you in bed again.”
“What? Kitchen hand-jobs don’t suffice?” I ask, my voice not that steady anymore, holding on to his waist, firm beneath my hands.
“Everything with you suffices,” he answers just as hoarsely, dragging his hand down over my abs, which clench in anticipation. He fucking groans at that.
“Shit, your body is fucking unreal,” he murmurs as he lets himself slide lower, trailing his mouth over my pecs and stomach as he maps me out, making me shiver.
I let my grab on his waist go and slide my fingers in his hair instead, needing to hold on tosomething.The way his blondhead moves over me, how his broad shoulders–still clad inmyjersey–encompass my frame, it’s unreal howdifferentthis is than when a woman is on top of me.And I’mstillloving every second of it.
I arch my back, pressing the back of my head into my pillow with a gasp as he fucking starts tolickevery curve and groove, his rough stubble grazing my skin, adding an extra heady element to the experience.
