Page 14 of Cheater and the Saint
Sleep came quickly. And with it… dreams.
I was at a party. Some football player’s parents were away for the weekend, and he’d decided to throw a massive party in his fancy two-story house with a huge backyard and in-ground pool. Everyone was invited, not just his friends.
I’d been so excited that I’d wound up arriving way before anyone else and kind of embarrassing myself. Fortunately, more people arrived shortly after that, and it quickly became overly crowded.
But I didn’t mind it. I loved it—being part of the crowd instead of being left on the sidelines.
Bodies were crammed together all through the house, some dancing, and some grinding on each other in other ways. Everyone was having a blast. So was I.
“Your name’s Saint, right?”
When I turned and saw who’d spoken, my heart fluttered.
It was him.
Every girl in school wanted to date—and fuck—Chase Walker. With his baby blue eyes, dimpled smile, pearly white teeth, and that sexily messy blond hair, he was my biggest crush. He was also the first guy I’d ever crushed on.
“Y-yeah,” I answered, nearly too shocked to respond.
“Have a drink, Saint.” Chase handed me a red cup with questionable liquid in it, but I didn’t care and took it. “Have you ever played pool?”
“No.”
Chase beamed with the kind of smile that made me weak in the knees, and he held out his arm. “Come on. I’ll show you how.”
I stared at his arm, wondering if this was even real. Did he really want me to loop mine through his?
Making my decision for me, Chase grabbed my hand and placed it on his bicep. “I won’t bite.” He smirked. “Unless you want me to.”
Not questioning his motives, I went with him.
I felt like the luckiest guy in the world as he led me through the party and toward the game room in the back. He was flirty and kept gliding his thumb across my knuckle—something that sent a thrill through me. When he’d turn and say something to me, I’d find him staring at my lips before moving his stare back up again.
I didn’t know if he liked guys or not, but I just went with it. The guy I’d been crushing on for almost two years wanted to hang out with me.
I held his arm a bit tighter and took a drink, only slightly cringing at the taste.
I was on cloud nine and nothing could bring me down.
Or so I thought.
I woke up to a guy shouting, “Call you later,”followed by a door slamming. Groggy and irritable from being awoken so abruptly, I flung my arm over to snatch my phone from the side table and check the time. Almost nine in the morning. I’d slept later than normal.
My dream left me with boulders in my gut, ones that were growing heavier and heavier each second, crushing my insides. The memory of that night would always haunt me.
I was just glad I’d woken up before it got to the end.
Needing to take a leak, I got out of bed and rubbed at my eyes as I left my room and went down the hall toward the bathroom. When I flipped on the light, I almost died right then and there.
Leo had the same idea, apparently. He was pissing… and was completely naked.
Damn. His ass looked even better than I’d imagined. Not too big and not small; just that perfectly round ass that I was sure would look hot in some football pants—which for some reason had always been a fantasy of mine. Too bad I didn’t have time to admire it further.
“Shit!” I shrieked before stepping out of the bathroom and into the hall. “Sorry!”
He laughed; a deep rumbling that was slightly raspy. He must’ve just woken up, too. “No worries.” The toilet flushed before I heard the sink running as he washed his hands. Moments later, he walked out and grinned down at me. “It’s all yours, buddy.”
Jesus. He was still naked and facing me, not shy at all or even trying to cover his front. All it’d take was one downward look, and I’d get a nice view of his cock.
