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Chapter 14

Darcy

H ow is this actually my life right now? Weston Hale just lost absolute control of himself, and now he’s unbuttoning my jeans. His fingers connect with my throbbing dick and I gasp. “You don’t have to,” I murmur, searching his eyes to make sure he’s doing alright. I don’t need him freaking out right now.

“And why wouldn’t I?” he asks, completely unbothered.

Is he a real person? No one is this perfect. “I know it’s new for you.”

He laughs, and I have to fight back a groan as he gives my cock a stroke from base to tip. “In case you missed it, Darcy, I also have a dick. I know how they work.”

He works his fist over my cock, spreading my pre-cum with his thumb. I moan, my body pitching forward as my thighs start to shake.

“Feel good?” he asks, sounding entirely too proud of himself .

I find his eyes with mine, nodding rapidly as heat overwhelms me. It doesn’t hurt that he’s stroking me off like he’s some kind of dick connoisseur. His thumb rubs under the head of my cock, traces the vein on the underside, presses into my slit, and then he’s stroking again—repeating the mind-numbing process over and over as a steady stream of moans and whimpers fall from my lips.

“Do you think you’ll last longer than me?”

I do my level best to glare at him, but my hips take on a mind of their own and I shudder as I thrust into his tight fist. I think I’d probably kill and die to be inside him, thrusting into his body instead of his hand. Even if a hand job doesn’t freak him out, knowing how badly I want to lay him out and work myself inside of him would, so I keep that to myself. I shudder, my body going a bit numb with pleasure, but I can’t let him think he’s won. “I already have.”

He seems to take that as a personal attack, tightening his grip on my cock, and stroking me with firm pulls that have my eyes rolling back and my toes curling in seconds. Not me getting the best hand job of my life from a straight boy.

My entire body jerks as my orgasm rushes to the surface, my body almost convulsing as I arch toward him and gasp. My cock throbs heavily in his hand and I’m gone, covering his shirt and his fist in my cum. “Oh. Oh fuck. Oh holy fuck .”

I shake my way through my release, my mind a little fuzzy around the edges, until I can’t hold my weight anymore, and I collapse against him. Fingers tangle in my hair and his thumb swipes lazily over the head of my cock, making me shudder and twitch with overstimulation. Finally, he stops and I’m able to catch my breath.

“You said fuck,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against my temple. “I’m the winner. You might have made me come first, but I made you cuss. ”

I don’t even know what to say to that because yeah, he kind of did, didn’t he? “Shut up,” I mumble.

“Nah. I can’t believe it. Darcy Sinclair, cursing like a sailor over a hand job. I never thought I’d see the day. I broke you.”

My cheeks burn, and I sit up, glaring at him. “West. I swear to God—”

“What are you going to do?” he interjects, a massive grin on his face. “Cuss at me again?”

I can’t even keep up the facade. I laugh, deciding to let him have this one. If that’s what he’s capable of, I have a feeling it won’t be the last time he has me cussing. Provided he doesn’t freak out and realize what he’s done and make me leave, of course.

I let myself fall forward, hiding my face against his throat. If he’s going to freak out, now would be the best time, truthfully. Before I get any more comfortable, and my feelings get any deeper.

He sighs, content and happy. “You looked so damn good in my jersey, Darcy. Like you were mine. I could barely concentrate.”

My stomach does a little happy flutter. So maybe we won’t get a freak out after all. “Is that why you kept getting sacked?”

West tenses. “No. That was Marcus.”

I wait to see if he’s going to say anything. And when he doesn’t, I sigh. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I did warn you that people would be like that. It was what I worried about the whole time. It’s why I was hesitant about going out with you in public.”

He’s quiet for a long time, but then his hands are exploring my back and sides in lazy strokes, and I really can’t help but melt into him. My heart is never going to survive this. I know it’s been said, but ugh. “Are you worried about me, Darcy? Or you?”

“What do you mean? ”

West’s thumb brushes the side of my neck, making me shiver against him. “Are you worried about it for my sake or yours? Because I know I’ve said it before, and maybe you need to hear it again, but I don’t care what people think about me. If this is you being worried about my image or what people think or hateful comments I might get, then you should probably not. Because I don’t care. And if you’re worried for you. Well…” He pauses, letting out a sigh that seems to come from his very soul. “Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you kissed me in front of everyone in the hall today.”

The words hang heavy between us as my stomach drops. I pull out from my hiding spot. “I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I—”

West surges forward, cutting me off with a hand cupping my jaw and his lips pressed to mine. Breaking the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine, chuckling softly. “For someone so smart, you’re pretty damn dumb sometimes, Darce.”

That’s twice today someone has said that to me. I’m about to get offended about it. But also… “You called me Darce.”

“That’s what you take from all that?” West laughs, shaking his head. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable. But also, be real with me, okay? I know you told me you’re gay. But Ben ripped my ass and told me that people don’t just go around blurting out their sexuality to everyone. So, is that the case with you? Do you not tell people? Is that why you’re so weird about this? You don’t want people to know?”

I almost laugh. But he’s being so sincere and he’s so worried. So instead of laughing, I force myself to stay calm and answer his question. “Nah, West. I’ve been out since I was thirteen. I’m not at all ashamed about my sexuality.”

He smiles. “Okay, great. So again, why are you being so weird about it? Is it me?”

Okay. This time I can’t help it, I chuckle. “Where’s that ego you’re usually carrying around?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” West asks, his brows drawing together.

I sigh. I guess I’m going to have to lay it all out for him. “Here’s the thing, West. I like you.” His eyes widen in surprise, which is slightly adorable. I mean, did the kissing and the getting off together not already clue him in to that? “But today, I wore your jersey to a game. We hadn’t kissed. No one really even knows we’re friends. And you got targeted because of it. There are people like that guy on your team all over. I’m used to it. I’ve learned to navigate it. But you aren’t and you haven’t. I’d like to say it’ll never happen again.” I stop with a shrug. “But I just can’t. And it’s a lot. Even for someone comfortable in their sexuality like I am. And I’m luckier than most. I’m pretty straight-passing. You said yourself I don’t ‘look gay’. You should see the crap people lob at Parker.”

West’s eyes turn murderous. “People are mean to Parker?”

I nod. “All the time. So, that’s it. That’s why I’m weird about it. It’s coming from a place of concern. For you.”

West watches me for a second, then he’s leaning forward and brushing his nose down my cheek. I inhale a sharp breath and he moves to my jaw and the side of my neck. “You smell so good,” he murmurs, lips dragging over my skin. He’s getting distracted and honestly, distracting me too.

He doesn’t stay that way long, though. With a heavy sigh, he sits back. He grips my hip with one hand and my chin with the other, forcing my gaze to stay on him. “Do you know what Marcus said to me in the locker room after the game?”

Obviously, I don’t, so I shake my head.

West chuckles, but it doesn’t sound happy. “He said, ‘is your little boyfriend waiting on you?’” My stomach sours. God, I hate that people are treating him that way. “My first thought, Darcy—the very first thing that came to my mind was, my God, I hope so. So no, I’m not worried about other people. That hasn’t changed. It won’t change. If you’re just not interested or this was a one-off for you, that’s alright. But I’d really like it to be more. I’d like to take you to dinner. A date, this time. A real date. A date where we actually acknowledge that’s what it is, because let’s be honest, the last one was a date too. We just didn’t know it yet. Or maybe I didn’t know it. My previous point still stands. I don’t care what people think of me, as long as they don’t hurt you.”

He runs his fingers through my hair, his deep brown eyes tracking the motion. Then he’s trailing his fingertips down the side of my face and across the bridge of my nose, lingering on the freckles I have there with a small grin. “So.” His eyes find mine. “You’re not really saying anything and I’m starting to freak out. So if you could share your thoughts with me, I’d appreciate it.”

My thoughts? Jesus. “Um—” Wow. Very eloquent. “Well, I—yes. Yes to all of that.”

West narrows his eyes at me, letting out a slight laugh. “All of it? Even the if you’re not interested or if it’s a one-off part?”

“Oh my God. Shut u—”

“Damn, I really did break you.”

I don’t give him a chance to say anything else. Leaning in, I bring our lips together. Let’s see him be snarky now. He groans, his arms finding their way around my body and pulling me in close.

Wait, wait, wait. I draw back. “I hate to say it, but we should probably shower. You, especially.”

West scoffs. “Are you saying I smell bad? ”

“No.” I shake my head, dropping my eyes to his crotch. “I’m saying you have pants full of cum and that’s probably… awful.”

He groans. Not a sexy one this time. Shame. “You were supposed to wipe that from your mind.”

I climb off his lap. “No can do. Come on. Shower time. I’m gonna order some cookies since you denied me dinner, and then we’re going to stuff our faces and hang out.”

West perks up, excitement flashing in his eyes. “You’re staying?”

Well, I was planning on it. “Uh, unless you want me to leave.”

“No,” he blurts. “Hell no.” He stands up before wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing me again. He’s insatiable. I’m here for it. When our kiss ends, he’s grinning. “I’ve wanted to do that for weeks, I swear.”

My stomach does a little flip as a smile of my own jumps to my lips. “Oh, yeah?”

His cheeks flush pink, and he looks a little shy. “Yeah, I really wanted to during our last tutoring session. It’s why I couldn’t concentrate.”

Well, that’s good information to know. “I just figured I was boring you.”

West shakes his head. “You could never bore me, Darcy. But then your dad interrupted, and I got all weird about it because I wasn’t sure if you answered his call because you didn’t want to kiss me.”

My throat gets a little tight, so I have to swallow a couple of times before I can speak. “If I could go back and ignore that call, I would. I wanted you to kiss me more than anything, but I wasn’t sure what to do when I turned around and you were all stand-offish. I thought maybe you regretted it.”

“Never,” he whispers, cupping my face and slamming his lips back to mine .

My cock is thickening again by the time he breaks the kiss. We just stand there for a minute, watching each other. Finally, I clear my throat. “Go shower. I’ll get cookies ordered.”

“Okay.” He kisses my forehead before turning and heading for the bathroom.

When the door clicks shut and the shower starts, I call to place our cookie order, and then I find myself wandering around. I really need to change clothes, so I take it upon myself to raid West’s dresser, pulling out a pair of sweats with a drawstring and a t-shirt. I’ve just finished changing when he walks into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

It’s very reminiscent of the first day I came here, but unlike that day, I feel like I’m actually allowed to look. So, I do, my eyes traveling slowly up his body and taking in all the sharp lines and edges. He’s basically chiseled like a God. I’d almost feel a little insecure if it wasn’t for the fact that I made him come in his jeans not half an hour ago.

But, hey, he also didn’t see me naked, so I guess that could have been a fluke.

“Jesus Christ.” West’s voice startles me out of my staring and I dart my eyes to his. I don’t think he even noticed the way I was drinking in the sight of him, since it seems he was doing the same thing.

“What?”

He forces his eyes to mine. “I just love seeing you in my clothes.” He crosses the room in a flash, and before I’m even fully aware of what’s happening, his warm palms are skating up my sides under my borrowed shirt.

I gasp at the way his slightly calloused hands feel against my bare skin. I wasn’t quite expecting this reaction. Pulling one of his hands out, he tugs on the collar of my shirt and kisses my collarbone, eliciting a full-body shiver as goosebumps explode across my skin. He lets out a little hum.

I’m really not sure what to make of… all this. I think I expected West to act differently. But like always, he’s blowing the preconceived ideas I had of him out of the water. “Stay with me tonight,” he murmurs. “On purpose this time.”

“You’re okay with me attaching myself to you like a koala?”

“Fuck yes.” His lips coast over my collarbone again before he moves up, brushing them over my pulse and sucking lightly on the skin there.

I’m not sure what to make of that, truthfully. “I figured you’d be freaking out. I’m having a hard time adjusting.”

West pulls away so quickly that I worry I’ve said the wrong thing, but then he’s beaming at me. “Nah, the freak out came for me when I woke up and you were snuggled against me with your dick pressing against my hip.”

Oh. I can already tell I’m blushing, and that’s almost worse than being embarrassed by something I can’t control. West laughs. “It wasn’t really that . It was the fact that I couldn’t even blame my own erection on morning wood the way you could. I was wide awake. Plus, it was the feel of you against me that did it. I was trying to escape so you wouldn’t wake up and notice. And then while I was watching you sleep, I had an epiphany.”

My heart’s pounding so loudly I almost can’t hear anything else. “Well, are you going to share the epiphany with the class?”

West kisses me, holding my face in his hands and pulling me close to him. When he finally stops, I’m half out of my mind. “Yeah. I realized I was attracted to you. Really fucking attracted to you.” He stops talking and shrugs. “I don’t know. I was hoping you felt the same way. I knew you thought I was hot, but that doesn’t mean anything. ”

It was truly becoming impossible to hide my crush on him, so I guess it’s a win-win, but… “You’re sure you aren’t going to freak out?”

He smiles at me. “Yeah, I’m positive. Hell, Darcy, I pinned my own teammate against the wall in your defense, and then basically dry humped you in the hall with hundreds of people around. I think I’m good.”