Page 71 of Tamed (The Courtside King Duology 1)

He’d felt possessive that night.

And jealous.

Unsettled, he swallowed and glanced around.

He’d never felt that way towards anyone. Like, ever.

Not with Socrates when he’d had all of his girlfriends, and certainly not with any of the chicks that he’d fucked throughout the years. In his mind, that they weren’t his was perfect. One less person that he’d have to entertain.

With Kai, though? The thought of entertaining him got Breck going.

But only if Kai cut the shit and showed some appreciation.

Turning off the water, Breck grabbed a towel and headed out, Jegs’ and Charlie’s distant jabbering barely registering in his brain. Evidently, he was too preoccupied with what it’d be like to date a guy.

Out in public. Unapologetically.

Kai’s gorgeous smile looped back around in his mind.

He stopped at his locker and exhaled slowly.

… In the beginning I tried to ignore it. To deny the way I felt. Eventually, though, I realized that… I didn’t want to deny it anymore...

His chest tightened as he pulled on some clothes. Not that he liked Kai to the extent that Tad liked Scott, but… maybe he should take Tad’s lead for no other reason than to see where it went. Kai clearly had his attention. So much so, it was hard sometimes to concentrate. To think. Because if there was something there, it’d be the first time in his life. And maybe that alone made it worth pursuing.

Or, if nothing else, worth investigating.

And if something did amount from it, how hard could it possibly be to keep their shit secret?

Spirits lifting, he shoved into his shoes, feeling lighter than he had in ages.

“Whatchu smiling for?” Charlie asked.

Breck rubbed the top of his head and shrugged.

“Gotta hoochie mama waiting at the house?” Jegs grinned.

Breck chuckled. “Not that I’m aware of.”

He might, however, do a little drive-by past a certain someone’s dojang. Maybe he’d get lucky and catch a glimpse of—

His cell phone blared to life. He swiped it up and eyed the screen.

Dad.

Great.

He sighed and looked at his friends. “My old man. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

They nodded and headed off.

Breck got walking, too, as he answered the dreaded call.

A baritone voice met his ear. “Breck. How’s my bigshot superstar?”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I’m great, Dad. You?”

“I’m good. Are you at practice?”

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