Page 91 of His Temptation
“Party in my new dorm room.” Ryan bit into an egg roll. At my unamused stare, he rolled his eyes. “I’ll probably invite Cas over and we’ll game and eat junk food.”
I’d had plans with Cason that night. He was supposed to come over once he got off work. Not wanting him to have to choose between me and Ryan, I sent him a text.
Me:Ryan wants you to hang out at his dorm tonight. You can go if you want. We can reschedule.
Damsel:Yeah, it’s been a while since I saw him. You don’t mind?
Me:Of course not. When you leave his dorm, you can come over to my place. Doesn’t matter what time it is.
Cason replied with a smiley face and a heart, and I smiled at it before putting my phone away. When I looked up, Ryan was staring at me.
“Who were you texting?”
I hid my panic well. So many years in my profession helped with that. I had trained myself to keep a straight face when I was stressed.
“A friend.” It wasn’t a lie exactly, just not the full truth.
“Is thisfriendblond?” Ryan asked, before taking a bite of his chicken fried rice.
“No,” I said, knowing who he was referring to. “How is baseball going?”
“A lot different than high school.” Ryan’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “But I love it.”
As he started talking about his practices and all he had to do, I released a small breath of relief. I had dodged a bullet.
***
After I took Ryan to the grocery store and picked him up a few things for his dorm, I stopped being such a helicopter parent and left the college. I left with a smile, though. It had taken months, but I was finally seeing signs of the old Ryan again—not the angry son who loathed the very sight of me.
Fayetteville was roughly a fifty-minute drive from my house, so I had a lot of time to think on the way home. Not seeing Cason that night was going to suck, but he said he’d stop by once he left the dorm. I couldn’t wait to taste him again. His lips, his cock—every part of him was addicting.
I needed a distraction. Staying at home would make me too restless. So, I called the one person I knew who’d be down for a night out.
“Hey, Cross,” Jay answered on the third ring.
“What are you doing tonight?” I asked, bouncing my knee.
“Hanging out with you, of course.”
I smiled. “I could use a few drinks.”
“Meet me at the 906 around eight?” he asked. “I heard a band’s supposed to play tonight.”
“I’ll be there.”
When I got home, Cason’s car was in my driveway. I parked and walked over to the driver’s-side door. He glanced up at me with the most heartwarming smile and got out of his car. He had gotten off work about fifteen minutes ago and must’ve come right over.
“Hey,” he said, refraining from embracing me although I saw the urge in his eyes. My neighbors could be pretty nosy sometimes. “I wanted to see you real quick before heading to Fayetteville.”
“Come inside,” I said, before walking to the front door.
Once we were in the living room, I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall. Just as he started to speak, I kissed him, his words turning to a moan. Our lips moved together slowly, and his hands traveled to my lower back.
“That will have to hold me over until later,” I said, pressing my head to his.
“I doubt I’ll be gone all night.” Cason brushed his lips to mine again. “I’ll text you when I leave the dorm.”
I kissed his temple before stepping away from him. “I’m going out with Jay tonight. I hope that’s okay.”
