Page 25 of Catching Kyle (Football Heartthrobs #1)

Michael Cunningham

I drink in Kyle like he’s water.

I press my lips against his, and he cups the back of my head, and he kisses back with a force that tells me he’s even hungrier for me than I’m thirsty for him.

After I set his things on a side table, I trail my hands up his belly to his wide, perfectly broad chest, and I fondle him through his shirt like I’ve fantasized doing for so many years. He recognizes what I’m doing and stops kissing me.

“Sorry,” I say, pulling my hands away. “I—”

He presses a huge finger against my lip. “Shhh,” he says. “No apologies.”

Shivers run down my spine, and I’m tempted to suck his finger like I mean it. He steps back and starts to shimmy off his suit coat. And he’s struggling.

“Your shoulders are just too wide,” I say.

He smirks up at me as he gets one arm off. “Just means I look better in a suit,” he says. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I would,” I say, blushing.

He throws the suit coat on the floor next to his discarded tie, and then he starts with his top button. Oh my god. I’m about to see Kyle Weaver shirtless. And this time it’s on purpose.

“Wanna help?” he asks.

I step forward and start on his bottom button. My knuckles graze the hardness in his pants, and I almost lose my breath. He’s big .

He manages to get to the next button, but I’m still struggling with my first .

“Sorry,” I say. “Hands are wet and—”

He grabs my hand. “What did I say?”

My mouth goes dry. “No apologies.”

“Right,” he says. He looks down at his shirt and shrugs. “I don’t need this shirt anyways.”

He grabs an opening with his pointer and middle fingers and then rips his shirt open. Fabric tears, and buttons fly everywhere, leaving his hairy, perfectly sculpted dadbod out for me to see.

I must be gawking because Kyle’s giving me that smug look, the same one he gave the first time I saw him shirtless.

“Oh, come here,” I say as I pull him toward me.

My hands run along his bare torso as we kiss, feeling every hair, every muscle, every crevice.

I cup his huge pecs, his nipples like warm chocolate chips in my palms. I love exploring his body like this.

It feels like I’m a kid at a sandbox enjoying the way the texture of the sand flows through my fingertips. I don’t want this to end.

He pulls away and gestures with his head to the stairs.

My eyes widen. “Really?” I ask. Am I about to have sex with Kyle Weaver?

“Yes, really,” he says, almost saying it like Amani does when she’s dead serious.

“I’m STD-free,” I say. “No HIV either. You must be wondering since, well, you know.”

“And I haven’t had sex in ages. So we’re good there.”

Good. Because the thought of Kyle’s seed inside me makes my hole twitch.

He grabs my hand and pulls me up the stairs, down a long hallway, and into his bedroom.

I pause when we reach it, taking it all in.

A king-size bed sits in the middle of the room, illuminated by two dim lights on either side of the bed.

There are two tall windows beyond the lights, their curtains slightly parted.

Outside, rain is still falling, the sun nearly set beyond the dark clouds, bathing the room in a navy glow.

The bed is neatly made, and the floor is spotless.

I’m surprised how well-kept his room is.

But when the AC blasts me, I realize how cold I am .

“You’re shivering,” Kyle says, putting his hand on my arm.

“I was just out in the rain, so yeah,” I say, my arms crossed against my wet body.

I had stood with my car door open in the soaking rain, thinking about what Kyle said.

He might not know what he’s going to decide to do about his sexuality, but I can’t just let him go.

Though there is a possibility he won’t be available in the future, he’s emotionally available to me right now.

And that’s what matters. And I like him too.

I want to give this a chance. If there’s a fallout, we can deal with it later.

“My bathroom’s over here,” he says, turning on the light. “You can take a shower.”

I walk over to the pristinely tiled and well-lit bathroom that probably costs more than my yearly salary. Or what my salary used to be. In a week, I won’t have my fucking job.

“Thanks,” I say, making my way inside.

He smiles and kisses me. “I want to keep doing this,” he says, planting another kiss on my nose. “But I don’t want you to freeze.”

“Me too,” I say. “I’ll be quick.”

I look at the shower. It has a nozzle that I can use to clean myself with—prepare myself for some fun. If Kyle really means it.

I turn to him. “Weird question—do you have lube?”

He furrows his brow at me. “Why would that be weird?” He opens his nightstand drawer and there’s a full bottle of silicon lube. “I bought it just for this.”

I laugh. “You knew this would happen?”

“I’ve watched your porn for years,” he says, laying back in the bed, showing up his tree-trunk arms. “I had my hopes high for this.”

I smirk. “Cocky. Don’t ruin your chances when you’re so close.”

“Oh,” he says, sitting up. “Are you saying you don’t want to do this?”

The worry on his face is so genuine that I’m tempted to abandon my shower and jump in bed with him right now. He may be forced to decide between his sexuality and his career, but I can tell he meant every word back there. He really does like me. He does want to give this a real try.

“I’m joking,” I say. “Just give me some time to thaw.”

He relaxes, laying back down. “Don’t scare me like that,” he tries to say playfully, but it comes out more serious than not.

“I’ll be quick,” I say. “Don’t worry.”

I hop in the shower, welcoming the steamy warmth. He has one of those flatheads with like a hundred little spouts that covers me in water, and somehow, the water pressure is still fantastic. I guess this is what an NFO salary pays for.

As I warm up and clean myself, the situation hits me.

I’m about to have sex with Kyle fucking Weaver.

My dick hardens as I play through all the fantastic scenarios I’ve put together while thinking of Kyle.

And since he’s watched my videos, I know he’s fantasized about me, wishing he could have done to me what so many others have.

It’s also been a couple days since I’ve gotten off, so my sex drive is high.

My entire torso lights up with excitement. I have an opportunity here. Maybe having sex will help him come to a decision. If I show him just how good our sex can be, maybe he’ll see no other option worth taking besides coming out.

I dry off, then wrap the towel around my waist, my resolve fully strengthened. I’m going to bring Kyle Weaver to the altar of my body and give him pleasure so exquisite that he’ll have no choice but to continue wanting me.