Page 73 of Try Me

Chet didn’t move when I curled my fingers behind his waistband, but his breathing slowed, like he was making an effort to keep it steady as I found the tip of his cock. Deeper, lower, down his shaft, the skin smooth and hot all the way to the tangle of hair at his root. His unwavering gaze faltered, and his Adam’s apple rolled as he swallowed, and I felt…power, heady fucking power at the way I could make him react.

I immediately wanted more. So much more that it scared me a little bit.

I wrenched my hand free but didn’t let go completely.

Movement in my periphery had me immediately lurching back. I pivoted around Chet with the ball, jump shooting it into the net.

“You called your boys out here?”

I glanced over my shoulder. Sure enough, Sam, Jason, and David were making their way toward the courts, talking and laughing. “They play most evenings. I didn’t realize it was getting so late.”

“I’ll bail.”

“Stay,” I insisted.

He chuckled. “That’s not smart. It’ll just lead to a lot of questions, probably.”

Chet was already turning away and pulling on his shirt as I returned Sam’s wave. Sam would probably understand if I told him, but yeah, maybe today wasn’t the day. Maybe we needed a little more time to figure out exactly how things were going to work between us before went blasting it everywhere.

Chet divined my inner conclusion from my silence and winked. “I’ll text you later.”

I watched him as he walked away.

Lately, I’d started to feel more hopeful. Like maybe this could actually work out. The idea was both scary and thrilling, because even though I’d had plenty of fantasies about Chet, there’d never been anything about them that was domestic or day-to-day.

Now I kind of wanted that. A partner in crime like Nate and Eric. Someone to grab lunch with in the cafeteria or sprawl on the quad with like other couples did on nice days. Have him over to the house. Okay, maybe that one would take a little longer.

I started to wonder, too, whether I’d been overthinking things. My dad was a dick, yeah, and I was constantly running with a low level of paranoia about what I was doing in public on campus, given his trustee status, but Jesus, probably no one actually cared.

I managed to blink away from my thoughts in time to catch the basketball just before it slammed into my chest.

I checked it hard back to Sam.

“You were standing there like a dope,” he said.

“Learned it from you.”

“That’s just me recharging.” He made a few robot maneuvers. “Who was that you were playing with?”

“Just a guy I knew from a class last semester. We gonna do this or what?”

* * *

After we finished,I walked with Sam and the others back to the frat house where the usual Friday-night grill out was on tap.

“You have some shorts and a shirt I can borrow? I reek,” I asked Jason. I could grab a shower there instead of having to go back to my place.

“Sure thing.”

“Ohhh.” Sam glanced down at his phone, smile widening. “Carly and some of her friends are gonna head over. Sasha’s coming. Carly was telling me she broke up with that dude.” He waggled his brows at me.

It took me a second to remember Sasha. She transferred in last year, and I’d been into her for a hot minute until she started dating a guy in another fraternity. I shrugged one shoulder unenthusiastically, and Sam balked.

“Really? She’s so hot, though.”

“She’s hot, for sure.” I’d grant her that, but my interest was at negative levels right now. I’d rather just man the grill and hang around with the guys and drink.

And wait for Chet to text me later.