“I texted him, but I think he’s still busy with Jackson.”
“Yeah, Jax couldn’t run away fast enough.”
Dean grinned. “Thanks. For tonight. It was hot. I’ve never done anything like that before.” I knew he was probably blushing, and I shouldn’t like it as much as I did.
“It was a first for me, too. And I enjoyed every second of it.”
“Maybe we can do it again sometime?”
I planned on it. “I don’t see why not. You were a very good boy for me.”
“Jesus Christ.” He groaned and flopped onto his back, covering his face with his arm. “You can’t say shit like that.”
“Because you like it?” I asked, and when he turned to look at me again, I saw the heat in his eyes. “Mm, yeah, you like it.”
Dean nodded. “It does things to me. Makes my dick hard and my body buzz with want. I’ve never felt that way before.” He took a deep breath before he spoke again. “I really like you, Beau, and I don’t know what we’re doing, but I want to see where this is going. Even if you’re not ready to come out for me. I understand that. I respect it. I just like you. We’re obviously attracted to one another, and we get along.”
“You’d be willing to do that for me? Hide whatever this is? I would never ask you to do that. I don’t want to bring any unwanted attention to myself or Cole right now. He’s going to go off to college in a couple of years and then hopefully get drafted to the NHL. I don’t want to hold you back either.”
And I didn’t. But I wanted Dean, too, and if he was willing to wait a little longer, maybe I could come out.
“And I can continue to be your good boy,” Dean whispered.
A deep growl vibrated through my chest. “Only mine.”
Chapter Thirteen
Dean
Iwas having the best dream. Beau was kissing me, his big, thick body pressed against mine, and I could feel him everywhere. We weren’t having sex, but we were rubbing against one another. My hands were in his hair while his fingers gripped my hips so tight they felt like they were going to leave bruises, and I wanted him to. I wanted to feel Beau for days. I wanted to look in the mirror and know who I belonged to. God, it felt amazing. The feel of his cock against mine, his tongue in my mouth and—
“Oh, shit.” I sat up, just as hot cum exploded in my underwear.
When was the last time I had had a wet dream? Probably high school. And in Beau’s bed, of all places. A smile tugged at my lips before I dropped back against the pillows. It smelled like him in here. Like the laundry detergent he used and zesty aftershave. My dick tried to perk up again until I heard the keypad in the other room and then the door in the living room opened.
What the fuck?
“I’ll just be a minute,” Cole called. Then I heard his footsteps as he began to walk down the hall.
Oh no. This was bad. Worse than bad. He was going to have to walk past his father’s room and here I was in Beau’s bed. In his shirt. With cum in my underwear, and I was never going to get out of this. Maybe I could hide. I was small enough to fitunder the bed, or maybe in the closet. But I wasn’t sure I had time to do that.
“Dean? What are you doing here?” Cole’s brows dipped as he stared at me.
Why wouldn’t my brain come up with something? I stared at Cole as he stared back at me, and I caught the way his gaze drifted down to the shirt on my chest, then back up to my face.
“So...” That wasn’t exactly the brilliant answer I thought it was. I felt my entire body heat with embarrassment.
“Did you need a break from your brother? I bet that it’s not easy sharing an apartment with him, even as adults.” Cole’s shoulders relaxed. “I was just stopping by to grab my Calculus book before I went for breakfast with my grandparents. You should meet them. They’re right in the living room.”
I couldn’t think of a worse idea in the history of ideas, but I nodded my head in agreement. “Yeah, you know, I love my brother, but I couldn’t sleep on the couch for another night, and your father was kind enough to offer me his bed for the evening.” And that sounded horrible coming out of my mouth. “Just, uh, let me get dressed.” With the cum drying against my skin, which was going to feel fantastic.
“Awesome.” Cole’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “I mean, cool. Let me just grab my book.”
I climbed from the bed, grabbed my jeans, and yanked them on. I rushed into the bathroom, splashed some water on my face, and took it upon myself to use some of the mouthwash to freshen my breath. I finger-combed my hair down as best as I could, but I still looked sex-rumpled and half asleep. I tucked in the hockey shirt that was two sizes too big, took a deep breath, and walked into the living room to find Trish’s parents standing there with Cole.
“Grandma, Grandpa, this is Dean Frost. He’s friends with Dad, and he’s brothers with Maverick, who’s engaged to JacksonOlson, who is on the team with Dad. You know, he lives a couple of floors down.” Cole rambled out in one long sentence, his ears bright pink. He grinned at me happily, and I couldn’t help but smile back at him.
I stuck out my hand. “It’s a pleasure.”
