Page 41 of The Frathole

And when he’s not talking, it’s easy enough to forget what a dick he can be.

As I pin his wrists to the bed, making out with him, I savor the swirling sensation in my chest, the pricking in my fingertips and lips, the soothing warmth in my cheeks.

Who knew the guy who can get me the most worked up could also act as a sedative?

I don’t know how long we’ve been making out, but I finally manage to pull away, catching another breath without his tongue down my throat.

Ryan lies on his back beneath me, his shirt hiked up slightly to show the grooves in his abs, which for some reason is catching my attention right now.

“Everything cool?” he asks, which considering everything that’s happened tonight, seems like a wild-ass question.

“I think my lips are starting to get chapped,” I admit.

“Should I put on some ChapStick before I kiss you again?”

I laugh…fucking laugh over something Ryan Lorde said. Wow. This is new territory.

“You really are something,” I say. “You’re acting chill as ever after what we’ve been doing?”

“Should I be freaking out?”

“One of us should be.”

“Isn’t that kind ofyourthing?”

In that case, I’m not doing a bad job. “Shut your fucking hole.”

“You know how to make that happen.” His gaze settles on my lips again.

He’s not wrong about the worrying bit being my territory, so I do my job, letting the questions this provokes dominate my thoughts.

“You think we’re attracted to guys?” I ask, and his brow creases.

“What’s the answer you need that gets those lips back on mine?”

I roll my eyes. “I’m starting to see why the girls find you so damn charming.”

“Bet you are,” he says before offering a soft peck.

My dick is really straining in my boxers, so I have to adjust it for what must be the tenth time since we started making out.

“Let me just…” I unfasten my belt and notice Ryan looking at my crotch. “Don’t look!” I insist.

“Oh, sorry.” His gaze shoots right for the ceiling in a way that’s more considerate than anything I would have expected from him.

“Somebody’s being nice now that he wants to kiss me again.”

“Hey, I’m always a gentleman.”

“You haven’t felt thatgentlethe past few minutes.”

“Neither of us has really been all that gentle. And I think it’s cute that you believe it’s been a few minutes,” he says as I unfasten my fly and fix my dick so the head has some breathing room.

“It hasn’t been that long,” I say, and he retrieves his phone from his pocket, revealing it’s almost two in the morning, so it’s been like thirty. “Ugh. I need to get some sleep. I’m volunteering with Activate Kindness tomorrow. And I still don’t know what the hell this is all about.”

“I think you have a little idea of what it’s about.”

“I just need to think it through, and doing this with you isn’t helping me get any thinking done.”