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“I respect that you don’t want to hook up with me, Gray, but I can’t exactly control how my dick responds to your presence.”
His gaze was like a sword, pinning me right in place.
“You couldn’t handle me.”
Like hell I couldn’t.
“Just like you can’t handle seeing another guy’s arm around me,” I said, cocking my head to one side. “Luke’s just my friend, you know. You barely know me, but you’re all jealous?”
He suddenly took a step in closer to me.
I could recognize when a guy was ready to fight. I wasn’t exactly the type to get into scuffles out on the field, but I’d prevented quite a few from escalating.
He was checking me.
“Call me that again,” Gray said in a low, even tone, his gaze firmly fixed on mine.
“Youare,” I said. “Every time Luke got near me at the bar, I looked over, and there you were, watching him like a hawk. You’rejealous.”
He puffed out a short laugh as he took another step in closer to me.
He gave me a push toward the wall, catching me off guard. My back pressed up against the smooth wooden set of dresser drawers behind me.
I’d finally set him off, making him react.
Gotcha.
“I don’t know Luke, but I know for a goddamn fact that he can’t give you what you really want,” he told me.
He was so close to my face that every cell in my body was starting to want himcloserrather than wanting to shove him back and fight.
“And why is that?” I asked.
“Because you wantme.”
His hand came forward and he found the waistband of my shorts.
He shoved his palm down, working it inside.
He found my cock, wrapping his hand around my hard-on and giving it a squeeze, and I let out a low moan at his touch.
I wished I could have hidden it. Pretended that he wasn’t affecting me at all.
But when a guy’s hand is around my dick I can’t exactly control what sounds I make.
“You think I want it that bad?” I uttered, but even my voice sounded a little broken with lust now.
“You’ve been begging me all night.”
His grip left my cock as soon as he said it, and his fingers moved to shove down my shorts and briefs in one quick tugging motion.
He had me exposed now.
My cock on display.
I could feel his gaze as he looked down at it.
I watched him move his thumb to the slit, running the pad of his fingertip across the bead of precum there.
