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Both of them are pretty good at football, being as big and athletic as they are. They played on the defensive line in college, not offense like me. That's mainly because I'm the smaller one in the family. Which is ridiculous, considering I'm still a giant.
I never quite understood why they didn’t try to go pro. I believe they could’ve hacked it, but instead, they both chose different paths, obtaining their trainer and coaching degrees instead. Now, they own a highly esteemed gym on the beach, which is also an excellent career path. If my football career doesn't work out, I'd likely end up working for them, maybe even opening a second branch.
But let’s not think about that, because my arms still work mighty fine. Fall from the roof or not.
The proof is the bullet I throw J's way, which he catches with an 'oompfh'.
I grin when he throws it back, and we continue, me pushing harder and further each time, making J jog around on the lawn as he tries to catch them all.
“So, baby bro,” Mase starts when he finally sidles up next to me, slapping me on the shoulder. “You gonna tell us why you're smiling like a fool the whole damn day then?”
I shrug, trying to hold the grin back. “Not much to tell, everything is just going great.”
“So no new girl then?” he asks as he begins packing away all the tools which we've used this morning.
“Nope. There's no one,” I say as I keep throwing with J, leaving Mase to his work.
The lie feels wrong in my mouth. But fuck, I can't exactly say that I hooked up with a guy for the first time in my life last Friday–second time if we count the failed attempt at a threesome–and that I can't stop thinking about it, about him.
Freaking Jace.
I thought that, yeah, I could try this, see if it works for me, if being with aguyis something that I might enjoy. I wanted to explore it last Friday, to see if I really liked it or if it still was just a glitch.
Turns out that one additional kiss was all the proof I need to confirm it isn’t a glitch.
And damn it if I don’t want to do more than just kissing. I can still practically feel Jace’s dick pressing against me, how hard it was when he grinded against me, grunting in that throaty way that he does.
It was heady as fuck.
And I totally loved it.
And I totally want to do it again.
I understand why he rolled off of me in his bed that night; I get that he wants me to really think about it before I dive into this. I get that he wants to date me properly, something he’s neverdone before. And damn, I want that too. Hence why I stopped it going further as well.
But I want to feel him too, feel his tongue, his body, his everything. To hell with taking it slow; Iwantto dive into this.
On the other hand, he deserves a proper date, I know that. No one has ever gone to trouble for him, and I could give that to him, I would give that to him. Well, sort of. I'm still figuring this bi-curious shit out, so it has to be somewhat private.
But… I could work with that.
I want that. I want him.
And not only for the exploration part of this, if the flutter in my gut everytime he looks at me is any indication.
Yeah, that’s new as well. It’s never happened before, not like this. I was never this jittery with Kaylee. I’ve been this excited ball of energy ever since I left his bed early yesterday morning, after I finally unwrapped myself from his sleeping body.
Apparently I’m a clinging koala when I go gay.
A koala who really wants to get back in that bed with Jace.
Thank fuck he at least texted me throughout the day yesterday; otherwise, I would've driven back already and pounced on him.
Come to think of it, the gazebo is almost done already. I check my watch and smile.
“Yeah, can you guys finish up?” I ask Mase suddenly, the ball now lodged under my arm.
J trots over when he notices I’ve quit throwing, high-fiving his twin because, well, they just do that. A lot.
