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CHAPTER TWENTY

EASTON

I wasn't going to ask him to return the favor. That had been just for him, for telling my friends he’d rather have me as I was instead of a gussied up version of myself.

“I don’t want him to pretend to be someone else. He’s great like he is.”

Loyalty for me was hard won, but Gary earned it without even trying. His ardent acceptance of me was elating, and it only made the possessive feelings worse. He kept waving a flag in front of a bull, and now I wasn’t ever letting him go. He was stuck with me.

He looked good spread out over my car, the lust fogged expression only slightly dampened now that he’d come.

He wanted me to teach him more, and I wasn’t about to say no.

Not when I got an orgasm out of it. I dragged him off the car, and when his knees went out from under him, which made me a little cocky, I held him up long enough to pull off my shirt to ball up for him to kneel on before I lowered him down until he was sitting on his heels.

I wanted to fuck him, not hurt him. He looked up at me with those dark brown eyes, managing to look innocent even while on his knees.

I ran my thumb over his bottom lip, trying to draw in even the slightest bit of control. I needed it to keep from going feral.

“Mouth open, tongue out, Gary,” I directed, releasing his face long enough to tear my jeans open.

It wasn’t going to be an overly long lesson.

Not with how keyed up I was. I’d been half hard since I woke up that morning, hoping for another round and disappointed to find myself in bed alone. Time to fix that.

Gary’s eyes fluttered when I rubbed the head of my dick on his tongue.

He moaned, wrapping his lips around it when I pushed in a little deeper.

For someone who had never had sex before, he easily caught on to how to rile me up.

He pushed past his fatigue, rising on his knees to get better leverage, and went to town on my dick.

It was sloppy and inexperienced, but his eagerness was hotter than hell.

He moaned and sucked, every once in a while pulling off to mouth at my balls instead, like he wanted to taste everything all at once.

My hand shot out, resting against the side of my car to keep me upright. Holy shit, he was good at this.

When I started to thrust my hips Gary faltered, a little unsure.

I moved his hands to rest on my thighs, giving him a minute to prepare himself with a few shallow thrusts.

He looked up at me with raw hunger, his fingers digging in as he let me fuck his mouth.

I groaned, thrusting a little deeper, and my eyes rolled back in my head when Gary gagged and his throat constricted on my cockhead.

“Fuck…” I gritted through clenched teeth. I wanted to drag this out, make it last, but I also didn’t want him to stop. Decisions, decisions.

The door to The Hideout flew open and a rush of adrenaline, accompanied by Gary’s teeth gently scraping my shaft, threw me over the edge.

I let out a shout, cupping the back of Gary’s head while I thrust through it.

He took everything I had to give him, tears streaming down his cheeks, his wide eyes locked on me.

I shuddered as the last wave died off, pulling out of his mouth.

“You know, I could’ve gone my whole life without hearing what you sounded like when you come,” Chuckles commented blandly.

He was standing just inside the door, leaning against the jamb like a fucking asshole.

I glared at him, though I doubted he could see me from here. The parking lot wasn’t that well lit.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Some of us have places to be. Can you stop monopolizing the parking lot so I can head out? Without seeing your dick, preferably.”

“I fucking hate you,” I snapped, tucking myself away before helping Gary to his feet so he could do the same.

He was still wobbly, and he had a tight grip on my shoulder to keep himself upright, but he managed to keep his feet under him as I shook off my shirt and pulled it back on.

I still felt cocky that I affected him that much.

Taking his hand so he didn’t topple, I led him back inside, glaring at Chuckles as I passed.

He just grinned, slapping my shoulder on the way out.

Our dinner was waiting for us when we got back.

Spaghetti night, apparently. But Coach never just made plain spaghetti.

I’d bet my next winnings that the sauce was homemade, and the meatballs were almost the size of my fist. There was also fresh garlic bread on the side and wine, because Coach was a little extra sometimes.

I fell onto my plate with avid enthusiasm, barely taking the time to breathe while inhaling my food.

“You’ll get used to it,” Coach commented. “They all eat like animals.”

Lifting my head, I frowned at him. “Wha’?” I asked around a mouthful. Coach rolled his eyes, but didn’t engage, instead turning to Gary, who was eating more politely than I was.

“You said people approach you at school, right?” Coach asked.

Gary nodded slowly. He looked a little green to talk about it, and I didn’t want him skipping his meal.

I’d always been a little weird about food, and while Coach fed people, I made sure they had access to it.

I even tracked Angel down on his campus a few times because he stayed late in the studio and didn’t come home for dinner.

“Eat,” I demanded, thrusting my fork at his plate. I swung a glare at Coach, who put his hands up in surrender.

“I wasn’t trying to upset him. I just want him to have all our contact information, in case you’re busy.

” He turned back to Gary. “It’s rare. Phantom is usually around since his obligations are limited, but on fight nights or when he’s meeting with his family, he can’t always get to his phone right away. I want you to have back up options.”

Ah. That was actually a good idea. If I had some tests or whatever, I wasn’t allowed to have my phone on, and I didn’t like the idea of Gary wandering around campus unprotected. My friends were important to me, and I would set the world on fire to protect them. Gary was included in that now.

“O-okay,” Gary stammered, offering his phone to Coach when he put his hand out for it. Still shy. Now that I knew why, it was less cute. He wasn’t shy by nature. He was shy because he was isolated and tormented most of his life. With a little more time around us, he’d come out of his shell.

“On most fight nights, I’m with Phantom, so I might not hear it, but Angel always has his phone on him, and Smiley is the same.

Chuckles is a little more hit or miss, but if you call him a few times, he’ll pick up eventually.

If you’re in danger, don’t stop calling.

One of us will show up to help. Understand? ”

“Okay… I think it’ll be fine, though, once people realize I’m taken.” He still blushed whenever he said that, but I wasn’t sure why. Was it embarrassing to be in a relationship? Or was it because it was new?

“It doesn’t hurt to be cautious,” Coach argued.

“We’ve got a few weeks before your sister’s party.

Once we get more details from you, we can plan something.

I think the general consensus is to crash it, so she knows you have more protection than just Phantom.

He can be a scary dude, but he’s just one guy.

And since you don’t want him playing the rich boy, we need a little more power behind our punch, you know? ”

There it was again. That giddy grin at the idea of ruining his sister’s birthday.

This bitch must have done a number on him if he got that excited at the idea of crashing her party.

We hadn’t even planned anything big yet.

The only plan we had was to show up. Granted, if she’d been isolating him for so long, having her brother show up with a boyfriend and a bunch of loyal friends would probably piss her off, but it wasn’t big enough, in my opinion.

Years of torment doesn’t end with one ruined party.

We needed some way for her to realize we weren’t going anywhere, and she’d have to go through us to get to him.

Gary only finished half his food, which irritated me.

I kept demanding he eat more until he whined he was too full to even stay awake much longer.

Coach had to take the plate away so I’d leave him alone.

He didn’t eat enough. He was tiny. And not Angel tiny.

He was about average height wise, but thin like a bean pole with no muscles.

He’d need to eat more to keep up with the exercises I had planned for him.

Maybe if I pushed him hard, he’d have to eat more, because he’d be starving afterward.

Once he finished, he pointed out that he really did need to study.

I didn’t believe that for a second, he studied too hard for his first year in college, but whatever.

He had to get up early for his part-time job, and he’d need as much energy as possible to get through my workout after classes were done.

It wouldn’t hurt for him to get some sleep.

“Thank you for having me,” he said politely as Coach followed us out. Sometimes, Smiley or Angel stayed the night if they were too high to drive home. Coach always went back to his place because it had to be silent for him to sleep. He was weird like that.

I snorted, tossing my arm over Gary’s shoulders. “Making it weird, Gary.”

“By being polite?” Coach countered. “You all should try to act a little more like Gary. Maybe I’d feel more comfortable letting you idiots out in public.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” I teased, jerking me and Gary out of range when Coach tried to swipe at me.

Of course, I could never just walk away from that so, after releasing Gary, I launched myself at Coach.

Technically, I could knock him flat in minutes, but that wouldn’t be fun.

When we wrestled, there was a no punching rule.

You had to get the other to the ground without hurting them to win.

We were pretty evenly matched with those rules in place. It was more fun that way.