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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

EASTON

Holy shit.

Never in my life had I made a guy come twice in quick succession. The noises Gary was making alone were hot as fuck and almost enough to make me come, but when he clamped down on me a second time, I came so hard I saw stars.

It took me a second to register he was trembling beneath me.

The position he was in probably wasn’t comfortable, especially with me laying on top of him.

Forcing my limbs to cooperate, I pushed myself off him and helped him off the counter, but the second his feet touched the floor, his knees went out from under him.

Only my quick reflexes kept him from hitting the floor.

I chuckled to myself, pinning him against my chest so he could have a minute.

“Shut up,” he grumbled breathlessly. His voice was hoarse, no doubt because of all the screaming. I couldn’t help feeling cocky about that, even though he rocked my world just as much as I rocked his.

I hid my laugh against his neck, breathing him in.

He smelled like sweat and sex and Gary. And a little like me after I’d been all over him.

That thought turned me on. It was why I never argued about him stealing my hoodies.

He looked like he belonged to me when he wore my clothes.

If I could, I’d only ever let him dress out of my closet.

Unfortunately, he was smaller than I was and only a few things fit him.

Hoodies would have to do most of the work.

Gary had just gotten himself together enough to stand on his own two feet when the door flew open.

“You are not seriously ditching us after that stunt! We need an expla– Whoops!”

Gary squeaked, horrified, as my friends piled into my place. That possessive side of me swelled, and I spun around with a snarl.

“Get the hell out!”

They backpedaled immediately, slamming the door shut behind them.

I knew they wouldn’t just leave. If they came over, they weren’t going away until they got the answers they wanted.

And since I had a fight tonight at a new place Coach screened for me, they would either get their answers now or be forced to wait until tomorrow.

They weren’t that patient. Spinning Gary around, I tossed him over my shoulder, stomping off to my room before they came back in.

It didn't matter if they covered their eyes.

I didn't want them getting a look at Gary like this.

The only one who got to see him naked was me.

When I set him on his feet in my en suite, Gary wriggled free of his shirt and covered his face with his hands.

He was so embarrassed, even the tips of his ears were red.

It wasn’t the sex that embarrassed him anymore, he was getting more demanding about that and didn’t hesitate to snap back when one of our friends commented on me dragging him away at one point or another while we were hanging out.

It was being caught that upset him so much, and I didn’t blame him for that.

Gary liked his privacy, and I didn't want anyone watching or hearing him. It worked out for both of us.

“Get dressed. They’ll come back eventually.”

He whimpered, thumping his tiny fist against my chest when I laughed.

Even with the training we’d done so far, he couldn’t cause me any damage.

Not that he was actually trying. He let me shepherd him into the shower as I followed close behind to rinse off the mess we’d made, and it struck me for the hundredth time since we started sleeping together that I wished I could see my cum dripping out of him. It bothered me on some level.

“Since we’re engaged, if I get tested, would you let me fuck you raw?”

Probably shouldn’t have been staring at his ass when I asked that. He looked over his shoulder at me and snorted when he noticed where my focus was. “Is this a caveman thing?”

I frowned, finally lifting my attention off his perky behind to look at his face. “A what?”

“A caveman thing,” he repeated. “You sometimes get all possessive and growly like a caveman when people look at me wrong or give me too much attention. I don’t mind it, I like feeling like someone wants me, I was just curious.”

My brow furrowed tighter. Why the hell did it sound off when he said he liked feeling like someone wanted him? I always wanted him. It shouldn’t just be a feeling. He should damn well know by now. We literally just fucked on my kitchen counter.

“You look confused,” he said after a minute, tipping his head in that way that made him look innocent and sweet. When I pulled him against me, he came willingly, staring up at me with a soft expression.

“How do you not know I want you by now?”

He looked away with a frown. “I do, but... I mean, I know you want me sexually. You’ve been really upfront about that.

I was talking about in general. You don’t act like a caveman when we’re in bed together.

You do that when we’re around other people.

I like it.” His cheeks flushed, and he looked away from me, quietly admitting, “It makes the fake relationship feel real for a little bit. I never had one before, so it’s nice to feel wanted like that. ”

A muscle ticked in my jaw. It sounded like he wanted an actual relationship, and I couldn’t ever give that to him.

I wasn’t the romantic type. And Gary would want that kind of relationship with the flowers and the date nights and all the other the lovey dovey bullshit that came with it.

The idea of Gary getting with someone who’d give him all that hit me hard in the gut, and it pissed me off.

Pulling away from him, I shook my head. “I can’t have that. Romance isn’t my thing. I’m just acting the part.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. Normally, he’d back down if I was pissed off, but he looked contemplative and ready to argue this time.

“Who told you that?”

I made a face. “Told me what?”

“Who told you that you can’t have a relationship?”

That made me freeze. “Uh…”

He tipped his head, frowning at me, those chocolate brown eyes studying me like he could see right through me.

He looked different, not shy or nervous.

Honestly, he looked downright determined.

I got the feeling he was acting more himself, instead of the scared little bookworm he was before.

Real Gary had more backbone than Scared Gary did.

It felt good that he was comfortable coming out of his shell around me, but I didn't know why he was getting so incensed about what I’d said. It was the truth.

“Sure, you’re not the type of guy to buy flowers or hold hands in public, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have a relationship.

It just means your relationship looks different.

I’m not saying it has to be with me, we’re just friends, but I don’t think you should resign yourself to never having a relationship.

You get to define what your relationship looks like.

No one else gets a say but you and the person you’re with. ”

He let me consider that while he finished rinsing himself off.

I never considered having a relationship before, because I wasn’t interested in doing the stupid shit I’d seen my siblings do with their significant others.

Buying chocolates and writing sappy love notes, that kind of thing.

I figured it just wasn’t my thing and I didn’t consider it again, because I never met anyone who made me want more.

Until Gary. I still didn’t want to do that sappy shit, but I wanted to keep him.

I liked hanging out with him, arguing with him about the last names of famous authors versus movie characters on which was better, watching him fight not to laugh when I complained during class.

That wasn’t what a relationship looked like.

But it almost sounded like he was saying I could keep things as they were, just with a label on it, and that’d be enough for some people. Would it be enough for Gary?