Page 32 of The Reality of Wanting Him (Love Without Labels #1)

BLAKE

Producer: You’re a huge sports fan. How are you handling that the person you’re falling for isn’t into them at all?

Blake: Horribly . No, I’m kidding, but if you told me that before the show, I’d say it was a dealbreaker. But now, I kind of don’t care. I like watching sports, but I like Liam way more.

“That didn’t look like tripping to me.” I roll my eyes as I turn to Liam to see if he understands what the penalty was for, only to see he isn’t actually there.

Did he not come back out for the start of the second ?

I know he went to the bar inside, but I thought he’d joined the crowd back out here. Shit, how did I not even realize?

I rush back into the box, and heave a huge sigh of relief. He looks fine. He actually looks happier than I’ve seen him all night, talking with Ash at the bar.

“Everything okay?” I ask as I walk up to them, still wondering why they’re in here when the hockey is out there.

“Yeah, everything’s fine, B,” he says, sounding confused by my question.

“So why are you in here?”

“Ash and I are hanging out,” he replies.

I know he isn’t a sports fan, but I still feel like a complete asshole for not realizing he was in here.

I should have known this wouldn’t be his idea of a good time.

I think part of me just hoped he’d come and see it was more fun than he’d made it out to be in his head, but I also kind of threw him to the wolves with a dozen of my friends after announcing I have a boyfriend.

I’m an idiot.

“Do you want to get out of here?” I suggest, hoping it isn’t too late to fix my mistake.

His head snaps in my direction, and the confused look on his face is so cute. “Out of here?” he repeats, like he doesn’t understand the words.

“Yeah, you’re obviously not watching the game, and I know big crowds aren’t your thing.

This whole night was a stupid idea,” I admit.

“We could go back and have a drink at my place instead. Ash, you’re welcome to come too.

We haven't had a chance to catch up yet, so that would be great. I can text Chad, but I don’t know who else would want to leave. ”

“Blake, I’m fine here, really. I promise. I don’t want you to miss out on the game you’ve been so excited watching,” Liam offers, but I’ve already texted Chad to see if he’d want to go with us, and I can see him standing from his seat on the balcony to come back inside.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily,” Chad teases before walking right out of the box to lead us out of the arena .

“I guess we’re leaving,” Liam says with a laugh, getting up to follow Chad. “Ash, are you joining us?”

“Yeah, I think Blake and I have a lot to catch up on.” He smirks, and I raise a brow at my friend.

Ash and I have never been super close, he’s always been one of my more reserved friends, but he’s a good guy and our families are friends, so we’ve known each other our whole lives.

“I’ll tell you more at your place,” he says, looking at me this time.

I follow them all out, surprisingly okay with leaving even though Liam told me he was fine with staying.

I believe him, but maybe some things really are more important than sports.

“Okay, I was trying to be chill while your rich friends were here, but seriously, Blake? I can’t get over how fancy this place is. I can’t believe you live here,” Liam says, looking around my condo in awe.

Ash and Chad just went home after hanging out for a couple of hours.

Lucky has been loving the attention from the extra people around.

A two-person camera crew followed us back from the game to get some footage of us all hanging out together, and after they left, Ash told me he’s bi.

It was a complete surprise to me, but I understood why he kept it under wraps—his asshole family has always been obvious about their disapproval of queer people.

I don’t get why people care. It has no effect on their life .

Plus, our friend group has never really talked about same-sex relationships, so he’s been in the closet this whole time, unsure how we’d react.

I hate that he felt the need to hide a huge part of himself for so long, but it’s really cool knowing Liam and I helped inspire him to feel comfortable enough to share his truth, even if it was just with us and Chad for now.

I haven’t given much thought to the implications of us being on this show and how our relationship unfolded, but I hope it can help others feel inspired to live their truth too.

If they don’t write me off for looking like an asshole for assuming Liam was a woman.

The most fulfilling part of tonight was that I finally got to see the real Ash.

Once he shared his sexuality and was met with complete acceptance, he finally relaxed in a way that I’ve never seen—more outgoing and talkative, just happier.

I’ve always liked having him as a friend, but I’m hoping we’ll be closer now that he knows I fully support him.

“It’s just a house,” I shrug, finally responding to Liam’s comment. I know it’s nice, and I’m not trying to downplay how fortunate I am, but I also know Liam is worried about me seeing his farm soon, and I don’t want him focusing on how different our homes are when we’ll be sharing one soon enough.

He snorts at my response. “Your kitchen is probably the size of my whole house and you don’t even cook.”

“So I clearly don’t need it,” I tease, earning an eye roll from Liam. “Stop focusing on my place, I need you to focus on meeee,” I whine, grabbing both of his hands to drag him with me as I walk backward toward my room.

“And why should I focus on you, B?” he taunts in that deep voice that instantly has my cock thickening. “Are you feeling needy?”

“Obviously. I had to go all morning without touching you, and on top of that, Ash spent the last hour checking you out, completely ignoring the fact that your boyfriend was sitting right next to you.”

“Is that why you threw your legs over mine to sit sideways on the couch? Staking your claim?”

“Yes,” I respond simply. No reason to sugarcoat how much I want it to be known that Liam is mine, even if I do want Ash to be comfortable being himself around us.

Liam’s answering smile makes my breath catch. I love seeing him look so happy, but knowing that I’m the one making him feel that way makes my heart feel too big for my chest.

“Is your shower as fancy as your kitchen?” he asks, confusing me. I definitely thought we’d be going straight to my bed.

“Uh, I guess?”

“Shower first, then I want to try something new tonight if you’re up for it,” he says, grinning at me.

“I’m up for it,” I insist. I’ve loved the blowjobs, but I also want to explore everything that I possibly can with Liam. Having him boss me around is hot as hell, and I am so here for more of it.

“You don’t even know what I want to do,” he points out with a laugh.

“If you want it, I want it too.”

“Fuck, B,” he groans. “You are going to be the death of me.” He leans in for a soft kiss, and I try to deepen it, but he’s pulling away and tugging me through my room into the en suite before I can. “Shower first,” he repeats softly, like maybe he’s saying it more to himself than me.

He spends a lot of time washing my body, running his large calloused hands over every inch of my skin to spread the soap, and then again to clean it off.

His touch is electric, my skin buzzing everywhere that his hands trace, leaving me desperate for more.

My cock has been aching this entire time, the blood completely draining from the rest of my body, redirecting south, making thoughts of anything other than Liam touching me very difficult.

“Look at your hard cock straining out toward me like it knows exactly who it belongs to,” Liam says.

His voice is low as he completely ignores my erection.

He moves around me, stepping in close to my back, grinding his own rock-hard cock between my asscheeks, and I let out a whimper at how good even that motion feels.

My entire body is oversensitive, and every stroke of his fingers sends jolts of pleasure straight to my balls.

Liam has both arms wrapped around my hips now, one hand slowly inching closer and closer to my aching dick as the other grips my hip tightly. He moves his mouth to speak right into my ear in that gravely tone I love. “Are you going to let me play with your ass tonight?”

My cock jerks as I subconsciously grind my hips back into his erection. “Yes. Anything, please.”

“Fuck, you’re so good for me, already begging to have your hole played with. Have you ever had anything inside of you there, straight boy?” he asks, stepping back to run a finger down my crease right over the hole in question.

“No, never.”

“But you’d be okay with that? You want it?

” he checks again. I love how even though he’s bossy and dominant when we both want him to be, he never lets me forget that I’m still the one making decisions about what I’m comfortable doing.

I’m the one choosing to give him the control here, and if I no longer want that, I have no doubts he’ll immediately stop whatever we’re doing.

I don’t think I’d enjoy this dynamic with anyone but him, but I fucking love it.

“Yeah, I do. I’m not promising I’ll like it, but I definitely want to try. I had no idea I would love having a dick in my mouth as much as I do, and I want to know what else I might enjoy.”

He lets out a short laugh, squeezing my ass before smacking it firmly. The unexpected sharp sting only makes my cock ache even more. He shuts off the shower and hands me a towel. “Come on, get on the bed on your hands and knees with your ass in the air. Do you have lube?”