Page 66 of Try Me
“Not sure I’ve managed that many combos with anyone else, ever. Pretty sure we were one triple salchow away from an Olympic medal,” Chet teased. He traced the shape of my grin, then swiped a strand of hair from his forehead. Resting his fingers on my chest, he stroked absently. “You mean all the rumors, though?”
“Yeah.” No need to mention how I’d gathered up every loose-lipped thread and thought about them late at night, sometimes with my hand on my dick.
“Probably not as much as what was said. I fooled around with a couple of guys, but it made things weird on the team, so I kept it low-key for the most part until college. It wasn’t that hard. Never could seem to find exactly what I wanted.” He lifted his gaze to mine, a twinkle in his eyes that rivaled the lights strung on his ceiling.
I ran a hand down his chest and over his softened cock, then between his legs, eliciting a tiny arch of his back. Chet let out a quiet groan as I slid my finger through his slippery asscheeks and smeared my jizz around his hole. “Fuck, that’s so unbelievably sexy,” I whispered, a full-body shiver darting through me as he gripped my wrist and pushed my finger back inside. Hot and wet, the filthy intimacy of touching him like that threatened to get me hard again.
“Give me another ten and I’ll be ready to go again.” This time there was hesitation in his eyes. “I mean, if you want to stay.”
“I do,” I assured him. In fact, I never wanted to leave. I’d pretty much forgotten there was a world outside these four walls, and I wasn’t in any hurry to remember it. “I think I might actually be stuck to your bed.”
He chuckled and rolled over, capturing my mouth, still holding my wrist as he kissed me.
“I was jealous of Nate and Eric,” I admitted when he pulled away. We lay nose to nose. “How they could just be out in the open like that.”
“It wasn’t exactly easy at first. Eric talked to me about it a few times.”
“He did? Nate wouldn’t say shit to me for a long time.”
“Eric was worried Nate was just using him.”
I laughed, incredulous. “Eric was the one who started it in the first place.” I knew the whole story now. Nate had told me one night when it was just the two of us and a case of beer. I’d gotten more and more saucer-eyed with each fresh encounter he detailed.
“Right, but he knew he was a goner after the second time they hooked up.” Chet reached out and snagged a pillow, stuffing it behind his head, and then snatched up another one, holding it up in offering. When I nodded, he touched the side of my neck, urging me up so he could place it behind me.
I leaned back a little to find his eyes. “So what do we do with this?”
“You and me?” Chet hitched one shoulder. “Dunno. Exactly this, I think? No fucking way your dad would be okay with us. Or mine, for that matter, but he doesn’t count. He can’t say shit from prison.”
“You don’t care if we keep it quiet?” I cringed even thinking about it. It felt…weak and wrong, but Chet nodded.
“It’s probably for the best right now. Especially with the internship and…I mean, is it really that bad? I don’t need something formal. Do you?”
I considered, then shook my head. “Nah. And after the election, my dad will probably be so focused on other things it won’t matter. Then we’ll graduate and…” I blew out a long breath, because I didn’t know what happened after that, and I was carefully warding against looking too far into the future. I wanted Chet Pynchon, and I was with him right now. Everything else would get sorted as we went.
He moved his thumb lightly between my brows, rubbing at the frown that had formed. “Why’d you let me in that night?”
“Why’d you come to my window in the first place?” I countered. “You had other friends.”
A small smile curled on Chet’s lips, and he skied the tip of his thumb down the slope of my nose before pressing another kiss to my mouth. That was all the answer I got.
“I would’ve let you in anytime.” I met the dark pools of his eyes, the confession soft. “I always will. I don’t know that I’d ever be able not to.”
“Jesus, Farrow.”
“Yeah.” I sighed. I was kind of hopeless, really.
“This could get complicated,” he warned, and I shrugged.
“We’ll figure it out.”
I’d just started to doze off when the mattress dipped and prompted me to open my eyes.
Chet Pynchon naked was a glorious sight. I’d been too busy earlier twisting him into various pretzel shapes to really pore over the lean composition of his body, the biteable flex of his triceps as he reached for his boxers, the tight bubble of his ass and v-cut abs that weren’t as pronounced as they’d been back in his basketball days, but still sleek. Everything about him seemed like it’d been personally primed to turn me on. I didn’t even bother to cover it up when he caught me gawking.
Chet waggled his brows. “Want to take a shower with me?”
“We can do that?”