It feels like an eternity before we catch our breath, and he leans his forehead against mine. We stay that way, with my softening cock inside him and my cum dripping down his balls. I can’t help but swirl my finger in the sticky mess. I love the feeling of my mark on him.
“Happy birthday, Coach.”
“I think forty is going to be really, really good,” I say honestly.
He kisses me softly before I slide carefully from his body, and he slides off my lap, removing the soiled jockstrap and taking my hand.
I stand up and kiss him again before we head silently through my bedroom to my shower.
We climb inside and kiss under the water as we wash. “Stay with me tonight,” I ask against his mouth.
“Are you sure?”
I nod because I need him here in my bed with me.
“What if someone sees?”
I shrug, so damn tired of caring about what the town thinks. I mean, I do, but I want this for myself more. I need it.
“Stay.”
He smiles at that with a nod, and I feel nothing but relief.
At least for tonight, he’ll be where he belongs.
TWENTY-TWO
CHANCE
Waking up in Noah’s arms is a completely new experience. One I want to experience repeatedly. One I’m quickly becoming addicted to. I stayed here the entire weekend.
Dangerous?
Yeah. Probably.
But for me, it was worth it. That is, unless someone sees my truck parked here all weekend and decides to start shit. If I get fired, fine. But I know this is Noah’s life. I know it’s important to him, even if he doesn’t want to fully admit it.
He cares about this town and this team.
Not just the team as a whole but each individual player too.
And I don’t want him to lose them.
But damn, when his hand slides down my bare stomach and he holds me close to his warm naked body, I can’t think about anything else.
I turn in his arms and kiss his nose. He slowly opens his eyes as a lazy grin slides over his face. He’s so damn beautiful. I can’t get over it that I’m here with him.
“Do you ever regret helping that kid?”
“Starting out with the heavy questions this morning huh?” I tease, a knot of unease in my belly thinking about Dallas. He only gives me a smile as his hand strokes my side and waits for me to answer him. “No. I don’t regret helping him. He needed me.”
He seems deep in thought. “Yeah. I’m glad you helped him.”
I scoff though. “I didn’t though. Not really. I think I just ended up making it worse.”
“But you were trying to help him.” His hand moves to my hair as he brushes it out of my face. “It sounds like he was really alone before you took notice.”
I think about Dallas sitting all alone, his withdrawn attitude palpable. “I wish I could have done more. No one should have to live like that.” The kid was terrified anyone would find out. But he wanted to live his true life. He wanted to be himself. He was so damn sad because he felt like he couldn’t, and of course, I felt that deep inside my soul.
He nods in agreement, and I think about how Noah’s had to hide part of himself. How he loved his wife, but no one knew he was sexually attracted to men. To him, no one could ever know, and I can tell he’s thinking about the same thing. “No, they shouldn’t.”
I look into his eyes, realizing just how heavy the conversation is because we’re in an actual, committed relationship. It’s not just the sex, and we both know it. There’s trust here. Real, true trust. And we still have to hide. “You know they can’t legally fire you for being gay.”
He cocks his head to the side as if to say, Really? But he doesn’t say that out loud. “I know that, but we both know what they can get away with.”
“Yeah. I do.”
He looks sad, and I want to take it away. Want to reassure him it’ll be okay. He pulls me closer to him, burying his face in my neck. “I really liked having you here this weekend.”
I smile like a total goofy idiot because I’m so far gone for this guy, it’s reaching pathetic levels. “I liked being here. A whole lot.” I pull back enough so I can look into his eyes. “I’m worried I’ll get too comfortable though, and someone might see.” He frowns, and my heart clenches. I want the smiling, happy easy morning, but I also really am falling for him. Okay—I’ve already fallen. Totally and completely.
And we need to talk about things.
“Not worried for me. But for you.”
He nods sadly, his smile gone and his face pinched tight. “I worry for you too though. You’ve been through so much. It’s not fair to put you at risk again.”
“I don’t give a fuck about the risks,” I say firmly. “Not for me, but this is your whole life. I know it. And I can’t have you losing it for me.”
“Billy says people are starting to notice us spending more time together.” It takes me a minute to remember Billy is the friend he went to dinner with the night before his birthday. The night he was nearly totally silent.
“Is that why you were in a mood the other night?”
He nods, not arguing that he was in a mood. “Yeah. I’m pissed that before you got here, he was the closest thing I had to a friend. And he doesn’t have my back. I think he loves the gossip and the perceived power he has here. And his little friends.”
It’s my turn to frown now. “I’m sorry.” I don’t know what else to say because I am. He deserves the whole world and that includes good friends who’ll stand up for him. Who truly care about him.
He kisses me softly, and for a moment I get lost, but he pulls away enough to talk. “I don’t care what happens.” I don’t argue, but he doesn’t give me time to anyway. “I mean, I’m not ready to come right out, but if it happens, it happens. I spent my whole life in this town doing what was expected of me, and I’m tired of it.” He sighs softly. “So damn tired.”
I nod in understanding. “I love you.” My words are said quietly, but it wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t a lie. It’s just the truth that came out, and when he looks into my eyes, I don’t see any fear there.
“I’m so in love with you, it scares the hell out of me.”
I chuckle and kiss him briefly. “That makes two of us.” I roll and climb off the bed, but I grab his hand before he can pull the covers up and try to go back to sleep. “Come on. Shower and breakfast. I want to go for a walk around here. Show me this place.”
He laughs and smacks my ass after climbing off the bed. “So damn bossy.”
“Yeah well, come on.” I grab his hand and pull him toward the shower. “I also want a quick fuck in the shower before all that.”
He lets out a surprised laugh, but he seems fully on board as we head into the bathroom, and he turns on the water to warm it up. The old farmhouse has had some decent upgrades over the years, including a really nice water heater.
So I know we’ll have time to play before it runs cold on us. I send up a thanks to whoever put that water heater in as I’m soaping up my man and scrubbing him clean before dropping to my knees and worshipping his heavy cock with my mouth.