Page 12 of Big Rucking Disaster (Rucked by You #8)

Chapter Eleven

Yardley

H ow Johnnie Leclerc wound up in my bed was quite beyond me, but as I roused on Saturday morning, I was aware of two distinct things—his arm around my waist as he pressed against me, and the fact we both had morning wood.

Mine wasn’t surprising—I was in bed with a man who, despite all my efforts to the contrary, I found attractive.

His was…unexpected.

“You smell good.” He nuzzled his nose into my neck.

I froze.

How…?

Oh, right.

He’d been distressed about the breakup and the fallout. He’d said he didn’t want to be alone.

I’d taken that literally and had invited him to my bed. Platonically, of course. In truth, I’d never shared a bed with anyone except Nicholas.

Until last night.

Until this morning.

“I can hear you thinking, Yardley.”

Okay…well at least he doesn’t think I’m Carly. That’s something…right?

“Consent’s a thing.” He pressed a kiss to my neck.

I’d specifically worn a T-shirt and sleep pants in deference to having a guest in the house. When I was alone, I preferred sleeping naked. “What am I consenting to?”

He stilled. “I guess…did I read this wrong? Are you not attracted to me? Because I’m sure as shit attracted to you.”

Again, I stilled. “Are you straight?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, that was my first thought too. I mean, I can look at Louella and think there’s an attractive woman . I can look at you and think what would it be like to have my cock in his mouth? Or his cock in my ass? Or my cock in his —”

“Okay.” I actually laughed. “You’ve made your point very effectively.” And my cock was now straining under my sleep pants. “You’re serious?”

“I am. I think…” He blew out a warm breath that tickled my neck.

“I think I’ve felt this way almost from the beginning.

I found out you were gay, and unlike my reaction to knowing Isaiah was gay, which was oh, cool…

he plays professional rugby and he’s out , was, instead like holy fuck, that guy is so hot and he must be having sex all the time.

I snorted.

“Hey…Isaiah, before Travis, did okay. Heck, I was always trying to set him up because I wanted him to be as happy as Roger was.”

No missing that he didn’t say as he was as well.

“Turned out, we were, uh, missing the mark.”

I turned my head to meet his gaze.

In the dull morning light, I still spotted bright-red cheeks.

He cleared his throat. “Isaiah’s a big guy. We kept trying to set him up with, well, guys who were about Travis’s size.”

“Okay.”

“Twinks.”

“Ah.”

“Turns out Isaiah prefers…”

Yep, puce was a color someone could turn.

“Isaiah’s a bottom?”

He cleared his throat again. “Yeah. Roger and me? We had no idea.”

“That’s not something all gay men advertise.” And I was vaguely curious how Isaiah’s teammates—and clearly his good friends—had figured out their, uh, miscalculation.

“So, like—” He rolled his eyes to the ceiling.

“Yes.” Because I wasn’t going to make this easy for him.

“Do you, uh…?”

“Johnnie?”

“Yep?”

“You need to look at me. If you want my naked cock anywhere near your body, we have to have this discussion.”

He stared at me, his dark-blue eyes even darker than usual. “You’re right.”

“I’m going to tell you something that might or might not blow your mind.” I paused for dramatic effect. “I’m vers.”

He scrunched his nose. “Like, versatile? Like you don’t mind?”

“Yep. I don’t mind. I’ve done it both ways and enjoyed myself. My husband preferred I top—which was fine. But sometimes I like to have a man inside me and stimulating my prostate.” Which hadn’t happened in about a dozen years—Nicholas really preferred bottoming, and that was fine with me.

“Oh…I thought guys, like, always had a preference.”

“You know that some straight guys enjoy being pegged by their female partners, right? Because prostate play is a thing.”

Another frown.

On impulse, I pressed my lips to his for a quick kiss. “You’re adorable and—”

He pressed his lips to mine. Then used my surprise to thrust his tongue into my mouth.

I broke the kiss only long enough to turn to face him.

He grasped my neck and dragged me closer.

I came willingly.

Despite the possibility of morning breath—although at least we’d both brushed our teeth before bed—I didn’t care. He wanted me. He really wanted me. I wasn’t a replacement for Carly—which would’ve been ick. No, as he pressed his hard cock against my hip, a shiver ran up and down my spine.

Yeah, he was all in for this.

So was I. I pulled back. “Can I touch you?”

“Oh God, yes.” He yanked his sleep pants right off.

I replicated his actions, frustrated at how long it took. When I was free of my pants, I took a moment to yank my shirt over my head. Today called for serious skin-to-skin action.

He did the same.

We came together.

To my surprise, he grasped my cock. “You’re going to have to help me.” He said the words through gritted teeth. “This is new for me.”

“Me too.” I offered a wicked grin. “I’ve never been with a bi guy before. Or one who is a virgin…in certain aspects.”

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I hope not.” I grasped his hand and guided him to touch me. “But I prefer lube if you’re going to jack me off.”

“Or I could give you a blow job.”

My cock jerked at the suggestion. “You don’t—”

“I want. I’ve wanted to for…well I want to say weeks, but we both know that isn’t true.

” His gaze held mine. “Since last night. When I shared all my crap, and you just…were so compassionate. And I thought here’s an amazing person, and I’m attracted to him, but he’s a guy, so I won’t do anything.

Plus, I wasn’t certain you wanted more from me. ”

“I do. Trust me.” I could admit I’d admired him from the moment he’d arrived at the school. And how, in time, I’d seen through his arrogance. To the wounded soul beneath. But now wasn’t the time for confessions like that. “You’re sure about the blow job?”

He was already scooting down. He pushed the covers back, and a rush of cold air hit us.

I preferred to keep the temperature chilly at night when I’d burrow under the duvet and sleep lovely dreams.

He confessed to preferring super warm, but had agreed to try it my way.

Now the cold air hit my nipples and my cock, and I gasped.

“Oh geez.” He grinned. “I guess I’ll just have to warm you up.” He positioned himself between my spread thighs, then he took my cock in his hand, holding it firmly at the base. He tilted his head and furrowed his brow as if trying to solve some complex problem.

Don’t ask him if he’s sure. Don’t offer him the out. He’ll speak up if he’s not comfortable. Of this, I had no doubt. He was a bull in a china shop when he wanted to be. And delicate and gentle other times. He was such a contradiction to me that sometimes he left my head spinning.

He lowered his mouth and licked the drop of precum from my tip.

My cock jerked.

He grinned, catching my gaze. “I think you like that.”

“I do. I really do.” I grasped my sheets with my curled fingers.

He nibbled his way from my root to my crown. Then he pulled me into his mouth. He didn’t try to go to fast, as I’d worried he might. He swirled his tongue around me, sending pleasure singing through my veins.

I wasn’t going to think about how long it’d been for me. Because that wasn’t what mattered. This beautiful man was sharing something special with me, and this meant more than anything.

He pulled me in farther, deep throating me.

Pleasure again shot through me. For a beginner, he was fucking good at this. Or he was just replicating what other women—

Nope. Not going there. I hadn’t with Nicholas—much—and I wouldn’t now.

He tongued my slit. Something that always sent me careening right over the edge. “I’m coming.”

He sucked harder.

I took that as permission and spurted into his mouth.

He swallowed as I continued to empty inside him.

The moment felt suspended in time. I’d been his first. And I hadn’t been entirely teasing. I’d never been with a guy who’d only been with women. I’d wondered how this might go and, in the end, it’d been better than I could have expected.

My doorbell rang.

Johnnie pulled off. “What the hell?”

“Probably a canvasser for the local politician. Can I do you next?”

The doorbell rang again.

“Shit.” I rolled out of bed. “Coming!” I shouted the word, not even certain the person could hear me.

I grabbed my discarded jeans and yanked them on—barely missing my cock as I zipped them up.

I snagged a clean henley from my drawer as I bolted from the room.

“What the fuck?” I glanced at the fireplace mantel clock.

Seven twenty-eight.

Late for me for a Saturday. Often, I had a tournament or something or just I was up.

The doorbell rang again.

I threw it open without even checking, stopping short. “Hugo?”

“Hey.” He rubbed his hands together. “Can I come in?”

“Sure. Are you okay?”

A blast of cold air followed him in as he stepped into the house. So much for an early spring.

“Yeah.”

I shut the door. “Where’s Axel?”

“In bed. Asleep. With Midnight to keep him company.”

Their Samoyed.

“Do you want coffee? I haven’t made a pot yet.”

He stopped his forward momentum toward the kitchen. Finally, he really looked at me. “Oh shit. You were in bed.”

I chuckled. “Whatever gave you that idea?”

“I’m sorry. This was a really bad—”

I propelled him toward the kitchen. “I have pods. Coffee in mere moments.” Sometimes he preferred tea, but boiling a kettle would take too fucking long. “Have a preference for flavor?”

“Do you have vanilla sweetener?”

“Of course.” I always kept some on hand for my best friend. I guided him to the kitchen table, then headed to the coffee maker.

“You should at least put slippers on.”

My friend knew me well. “Let me get the coffee brewing and then I will.”

“Do I get to meet him?”

“Huh?” I blinked.

“The guy whose jacket is on the coatrack? Christ, I hope I didn’t cockblock you.”

Heat crept into my cheeks. Fortunately, my dark skin tended to hide that little problem. Unlike my best friend whose skin showed every shade of blush.