“Fine. She only talked me into a snack and water. No tablet.”
“You held strong?” He looks skeptical, and I laugh at his raised eyebrow.
“Nah, she was just really tired and didn’t ask.”
He chuckles, leaning back against the couch, kicking his shoes off and taking a bite of his burger. “Yeah, she’s pretty persuasive.”
I take a bite and chew, groaning as the taste bursts on my tongue. Rafe is looking at me now, that starving look on his face that I’m certain has nothing to do with the hamburger. But I clear my throat and try to distract him. “It’s even better than I remember.”
He looks almost disappointed but nods quickly. “Yeah, it’s pretty good.”
This is awkward. Maybe I should just bring up the kiss. I left so fast after it, but I knew I needed to get out of his presence. Since then, it’s just been quick nods at pickup. No communication until I got a text from him this afternoon asking if I could sit with Hailey. I should have lied, said I was on a date or something, but I texted back immediately that I would.
“So, what’s up with the girl that gets Hailey on the bus?” I mentally kick myself for asking, but I’m curious why he doesn’t ask her to stay with Hailey on nights like tonight.
He groans and totally has my attention now. “I don’t know. She’s a friend of my aunt’s kid, and she’s . . . ummm . . .”
“She’s what?”
He looks almost shy as he shrugs. “I think she’s into me.”
I laugh, I can’t help the sound. “Into you?”
His brows draw together in an irritated look. “She flirts. And not subtly.”
I clear my throat, trying not to laugh at how uncomfortable he is. “Does she know you don’t play for her team?”
He sighs. “No. I don’t think so. I mean, I’m out. My aunt knows. I thought she’d have told her friend, but the girl does not quit. Every day she touches my shoulder or brushes some invisible stuff off my face.” His cheeks pink up, and I try not to laugh at him anymore.
“Aw, poor guy.”
He shoots me another glare. “If I tell her I’m gay, and she’s just really friendly and not hitting on me, that would be embarrassing.”
I snort, taking another bite and chewing the delicious burger. “I’m sure you’re not imagining it. You should let the poor girl off the hook.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles, taking a bite. I need to stop watching the way his throat flexes when he swallows. “Hailey can’t stand her.”
“Oh.” My eyes flick back up to his. “Well, that’s a good reason.”
“I don’t know. She can’t be too good of a judge of character. She won’t shut up about you.” He shoves my shoulder playfully, and I laugh.
“She’s an excellent judge of character. A-plus. And I’m a teacher, so that counts.”
He laughs at me. “You’re ridiculous.” He finishes his food and places the wrapper in the bag.
It’s amazing to me how easy and comfortable this is. We don’t know each other well, but we’ve fallen into an easy friendship.
Friendship.
Yeah, that’s what this is.
We can be friends.
I finish my hamburger and follow his lead, placing the wrapper in the bag and then start to stand. But my body is met with a force, a force that is Rafe, his hand on my shoulder, turning me to him and his lips crashing against mine.
No.
This is not friendly.
His kiss is mining its way into my soul, not giving me a chance to think or breathe or object. It’s all-consuming.
And I want it. I don’t want it to stop. All I can think about is climbing inside him and never leaving.
This is so not good. But when he sucks on my tongue and makes me whimper, I can’t seem to fight it. My fingers run through his hair and grip it tight, pulling him into me. “Let’s go to my room,” he breathes heavily against my lips.
My forehead rubs against his as I find myself nodding before we climb off the couch and head into his room where he locks the door behind us.
Our bodies connect again, our lips crushing each other’s, and I don’t know how to hold on. I’m painfully hard, aching to be touched by him. His hands move up my back, under my shirt, and I’m grateful I’m wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans tonight.
His hands move in my hair, his fingers tugging my head back as his mouth drags along my throat. Kissing and biting, he sucks on my Adam’s apple, making me moan embarrassingly loud. “Rafe,” I breathe out his name.
“No,” he says against my skin, still biting and sucking on my neck. I don’t want him to stop, but in the back of my mind, I know how wrong this is.
“We shouldn’t.”
He stands up straight, looking me in the eyes. The moonlight coming in from his bedroom window is the only source of light. “I’m so tired of doing what I have to all the time.”
Goddammit. That’s the perfect explanation, isn’t it?
His lips crash against mine again as we pant and grind against each other’s bodies. I can feel his erection against mine, and I want to see it up close and personal. This is a very bad idea, but I drop to my knees anyway.
I find myself unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. Pushing the jeans and boxers down, I’m met with the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. “Fuck.”
His fingers thread through my hair. “Please don’t stop.” He leans against the wall, and I don’t think I could stop if I tried.
He’s thick, and I know my jaw is going to hurt tomorrow, but I’m also excited for the inevitable ache. His cock isn’t as long as mine, but it’s close, and it’s fucking perfect. Thick and veiny, leaking at the tip, and when I drag my tongue over the precum there, we both moan in ecstasy.
“Fuck, you’re too perfect.”
“I can definitely say the same thing about you.” His voice is thick with arousal and even sexier as I take him into my mouth, swallowing him until I feel the tip hit the back of my throat.
I moan around him, loving the fullness as I swallow his cock. His hips move forward, thrusting gently, but I make a gagging sound, getting my rhythm.
“Shit. Sorry.”
I just smile around his erection, taking him deeper and encouraging him to fuck my mouth as I move with him, not letting his dick leave the heat of my mouth. I want this. I want to make him fall apart.
I want to be the reason he’s losing control.
“Fuck, Nolan.” His breathing has increased, and I smile, knowing he’s close. “I’m going to—”
I don’t stop, knowing that he’s giving me a warning, but I want it all. He thrusts into my mouth a few more times before he’s spilling down my throat with the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard in my life.
When his softening cock slips from my lips, his strong arms jerk me up to him, his mouth slamming against mine, moaning deeply and seemingly not minding that I taste like him. “Fuck, Nolan. God.”
His hands work my jeans, pushing them and my briefs down before wrapping his hand around my cock. I’m achingly hard, thrusting into his hand as I grab the back of his neck with my hand and kiss him hard.
I push away all negative thoughts, all the reasons why this is a bad idea, and it’s not long before I’m soaking his hand with my release. We kiss softly, coming down from our high before he releases me.