Page 15 of Unexpectedly You (Boston Boys Bozok #1)

Chapter Nine

Bentley

I lasted about an hour lying in bed last night with a raging hard on before I gave up and touched myself.

After turning the picture on the nightstand of Gram around, because it just felt weird with her “watching” me do that.

She was always very sex positive, even bought lube and put it in the shower for me when I hit puberty.

Embarrassed me to pieces at the time but I’m grateful now.

Though I also realized I didn’t actually need it because apparently my body produced enough precum it got the job done by itself.

I swear I did everything I could to get Alex off my mind but my dick wasn’t having it.

I came so hard I almost blacked out, too.

He’s coming over here any minute and I’ve made sure I’m wearing jeans today because if I get hard being around him I do not want it being plain as day which is exactly what would happen in my sweats.

Not only do I produce more precum than I think is average, I’m also not small, and normally I like the size of my dick, but when I’m hard and don’t want to be, it’s a problem.

And If I’m leaking it could end up soaking through to my pants pretty quickly, and sweats will make it embarrassingly obvious, so jeans it is.

“Hey!” Alex calls, and a fucking shiver runs down my spine where I’m standing in the kitchen getting coffee. My dick twitches and I growl at it.

“Everything okay?”

I fucking yelp and nearly spill my coffee, turning to face him. I wasn’t expecting him to be there. Jesus what is he? A vampire? I didn’t even hear his footsteps.

“Yeah, of course,” I say.

“Really, cause you were growling,” he says, and I try and fail to keep my cheeks from heating. Meanwhile, Marble saunters into the kitchen and starts walking in between my legs, purring.

“It’s nothing,” I lie. “Just, uh, burned my mouth on the coffee.” I lift the cup I’m holding as though it’s evidence.

“Oh, sorry. Did I scare you? You said to just come in.”

I shake my head. “No, you’re fine.” I set my mug down so I can pick Marble up in one arm and grab my drink again.

“I’ve got tea, if you want any,” I tell him and the smile that splits his face is, well, goddamn it, it’s adorable. Especially when those gorgeous blue eyes light up.

“Yeah? You got tea just for me?”

I flush and shrug. “No big deal.”

“You’re just showing me up. Now I’ll have to get coffee for you.”

“Nah, it’s fine.”

He looks over my shoulder at the stove behind me and his grin gets even bigger, before he steps around me. I’m blushing even harder when he grips the tea kettle on the stove. “You got this, too, didn’t you? You didn’t have this before. ”

“Maybe,” I mumble, before taking a sip of my coffee.

“I’ll give it a try later. Right now I want to see what those Winchester brothers are up to. And,” he holds up the book he brought with him, “when we’re done with that I can read to you some more if you want.”

I nod, and we head into the living room.

We watch one episode of Supernatural , me knitting this time with Marble lounging against my hip, before Alex says he needs a bathroom break.

“Hey, you have popcorn?” he asks, when he gets back.

“Yeah, sure, but you want popcorn at eleven in the morning?”

He shrugs. “It’s the snack of movie watching, I’m just following the rules.”

I chuckle and point him towards the pantry.

When he returns he sits a little bit closer to me than he was before, the bowl of popcorn in between us, and his honey and vanilla scent fills my nostrils. It’s all I can do not to let out a groan and bury my nose in his thick dark waves.

My dick jerks and I am thankful that my knitting supplies are covering my lap. If Alex saw me getting hard while he was sitting next to me it’d freak him the fuck out. And hell, I’d be humiliated.

He laughs at something Dean says and then reaches for the popcorn at the same time as me, and our fingers brush. Holy fuck, how does that miniscule skin to skin contact have my body lighting up? Jesus Christ, this is so fucking stupid. I feel like a middle schooler with a crush.

I’m torn between trying not to reach for the popcorn at the same time as him, and doing it on purpose, because I want to touch him, but I don’t at the same time because I know it’s a bad idea, just putting thoughts in my head that have no business being there. He’s my friend. That’s it .

I decide to take my own break a bit later and head to the bathroom, more to cool off than anything else. Being around him shouldn’t feel like such fucking torture. I breathe and will my half hard dick to deflate, then splash some cold water on my face.

When I return Alex grins at me and pats the sofa. “You up for one more, cowboy?” he says.

I smile because I love that he’s enjoying my favorite show so much, and watching the episodes all over again with someone who’s never seen them before is exciting. Besides that I secretly love that nickname, and hearing it come from his lips. “Sounds good.”

We watch three more episodes in all, pausing after the second one to have lunch. I’ve made a decent amount of progress on the blanket I’m knitting for Peyton, too, which I’m happy about.

When we’ve had our fill of Supernatural for the day Alex breaks out Little Women and I lie down with Marble tucked against my stomach and my feet pressed against Alex’s thigh.

It’s not the most comfortable, being as tall as I am, my knees bent quite a bit.

But I don’t want to just assume he’s okay with me having my feet in his lap just because we did it once.

But when he opens the book, he looks at me.

His cheeks are slightly flushed and he’s biting his lip when he says, “You can put your feet on my lap if you want. I don’t mind.”

Hell, I can’t say no to him. I don’t want to say no. So I pick my feet up and place them on his lap, and he gives me the biggest grin, his hand immediately finding my socked foot and rubbing circles on it with his thumb. Fuck, that feels good. Better than it has any right to.

“This okay?” he asks, and I nod.

“Feels nice,” I tell him, my voice thick, and raspier than normal, and I swear his cheeks flush even more.

I listen, then, while he reads, that smooth, soft voice lulling me into relaxation and taking me to another time and place, allowing me to escape with him, and these four heart warming sisters.

Jesus Christ. I may not be the smartest person on the planet, but I know two things for certain. One, I’ll never get enough of him touching me. And two, I’m not getting over this crush on him any time soon.

Alex

Oh my God, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

What was with all the fucking flirting I was doing yesterday?

Could I have been any more obvious? I pulled the famous, “get up and pretend to need something so I can sit down closer to you instead of just scooting over because that would be too obvious” trick.

And then telling him he could put his feet on my lap?

Jesus, Alex, get it together! Although, to be fair, he didn’t seem to mind either one of those things.

And the way it felt when our hands touched when we reached for the popcorn at the same time?

God, I felt like a teenager with how goddamn giddy it made me.

And, as long as he’s not telling me to back the fuck off, what’s one more harmless little flirtation, right?

Fuck, okay, here it goes. I take out my phone and open my texts to Bentley, then search for the gif I want. There’s several to choose from and I tap one, then click the little paper airplane and let it do its magic.

I get a text back from him a second later.

Cowboy: Huh?

Me: You’ve been pebbled. Get it? Dwayne Johnson? The Rock?

Cowboy: haha, so cleve r

Cowboy: Penguin gif

Goddamn it I fucking swoon. And even though I know better, part of me wonders if he knows what I’m doing and is flirting right back. The goosebumps breaking out all over my body are telling me I’m far more gone on him that I even realized.