Our team won the best of three matches in volleyball but got our asses kicked in water polo. Miller gave me a private look that said my ass was his for the taking. My pucker twitched in excitement, and I wondered how much longer we had to stick around before we could go home and fuck like wild animals. I knew I’d be wearing his teeth marks on my skin for days after he got a hold of me.
The food was almost finished, but I was hungry for something different. I saw Miller pick up his bag so he could change, and a wicked part of me decided I couldn’t wait any longer to feel him inside me. The smile he wore when he saw me get up with my bag to follow told me that he felt the same way.
I crowded him into the small half bath on the main floor and closed the door behind us. His mouth was on mine the second he heard the lock engage. Our hands went into immediate action and began stripping our wet shorts off each other.
“Please tell me you have condoms in your bag.” I growled the words against his throat as I stroked his hard length. I didn’t wait for him to answer before I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. Miller made no attempt to hold back the excited noises he made, and I wanted to pull more sounds out of him.
I worked Miller’s cock until his legs began to shake and his balls retracted. I released his dick from my mouth and began digging in his bag for supplies. “Side pocket,” Miller said breathlessly. I found the supplies and slid the condom down until it was snug around the base of his erection. “It’s so much sexier when you do that,” Miller said once I rose to my feet with a little bottle of lube in my hand.
I turned around, leaned over, and placed my palms on the vanity so I could present my ass to him. My eyes met Miller’s in the mirror and stayed locked on him while he prepared my ass with lubed fingers. It felt so good that I wanted to close my eyes, but I didn’t want to miss a second of the way he looked as he took me. My breath whooshed out of me as he pressed inside me with one stroke. The slight burn of his claiming excited me almost as much as the feral look on his face when he bottomed out. He loved the feel of my tight channel around him as he worked himself in and out—slowly at first, then hard and fast once the need to come overtook him.
I had watched Miller take me many times, but there was something different about watching in a mirror. I was attached and engaged with my body, but my brain treated the coupling like it was watching from afar. I could only take my eyes off his face when I wanted to see his hands on my body. I loved the way he gripped my hips while he pulled me back onto him again and again. Miller moved his hands up to my chest so he could pinch and tease my nipples, which tugged some invisible string that must have been connected to my balls.
My senses were threatening to short-circuit my brain, but Bones wasn’t done with me yet. He slid his arms beneath my pits and bent his arms so they hooked under and around my shoulders. He placed both of his hands around my neck similar to some wrestling move I saw once on TV. He laid his chest against my back until I was completely surrounded by his heat. His hot breath puffed against the back of my ear as he fucked me with a vigor he hadn’t shown me before.
Our eyes met once again in the mirror, and I thought I saw an answer to the question about how he felt about me. Yes, there was raw lust and an animalistic drive to come, but there was more. There was a depth of feeling he hadn’t shown me until then, and I had hope he might love me too. Miller stood on his tiptoes and changed the angle of his penetration so he pegged my prostate in just the way I needed to explode all over the vanity after a few more strokes. My forceful orgasm caused my ass to squeeze his dick hard enough to tip him over the edge right after me.
Miller rested his forehead between my shoulder blades as our hard breathing echoed around the small space. He dropped a kiss on my shoulder before he eased his softening cock from my body. I slowly stood up and turned to face him. I expected him to remove the condom and begin to clean up, but instead, he pulled me to him for a kiss. He seemed completely unconcerned that quite a few people could be making their way into the house in search of a bathroom to change in. The hope I had soared to levels I hadn’t experienced in years, making it hard for me to breathe.
I knew in that moment that things would work out for us. The touching and kissing continued while I cleaned up my spunk and he disposed of the condom before we got dressed. I opened the door and was about to suggest we blow off the party and start one of our own as I walked out, but I saw Ben and Xavier turn into the hallway leading to the bathroom. There was no mistaking what Miller and I had just done because we were still sorting out our hair and straightening our clothes when we stepped into the hallway.
“I’ll be damned,” Ben said with a smirk on his face.
I felt Miller tense beside me, and the happiness and hope I’d experienced a few minutes before faded away. “Shut up.” I aimed my frustration at Ben rather than Miller because I wasn’t sure what else to do. I watched with regret as Miller walked away without a backward glance. Ben looked at me with sympathy in his eyes, letting me know he was onto the way I felt about Miller. I wasn’t prepared to discuss it with anyone, so I followed after Miller without another word.
I found him sitting beneath an umbrella drinking a bottle of water. I figured he could use something stronger, so I snatched two beers out of the cooler and sat down beside him. His eyes met mine briefly when I slid the bottle to him. I longed to kiss away the worry that was evident in his creased brow and the frown of his firm lips. I started to worry it might be the end of us. I opened my mouth to speak, but Gram stood up and announced she was getting married. Her statement was followed by a lot of cheering and chatting, and I used the distraction to turn Miller’s attention back on me.
I found I was unwilling to walk this tightrope with him anymore. I wanted to be with him, and I was tired of hiding it. It made me feel like Gray’s feelings were more important than mine or that he was ashamed of being with me. Either one made me feel irrelevant when I’d finally believed I deserved more, and I was no longer willing to play his games.
“You did know getting caught was a risk we faced when we decided to fuck in our friends’ bathroom, right?” Miller nodded slightly but avoided looking into my eyes. “Was that a deal breaker for you, Miller? Are we over?” I was direct and to the point, placing the ball solidly in his court. He was the one with all the rules from the very beginning, so I was letting him decide our fate. He jerked his head up as if I had shocked him. If anything, his worried expression intensified at my questions.
“Is that”—his voice cracked, and he cleared his throat—“what you want, Jag?”
“No, but you’re deflecting by answering my question with a question.” I looked him square in the eyes and didn’t so much as blink. “Is the possibility of Ben or Xavier telling Chase or Gray about us a deal breaker? Is your friendship with Gray more important than what we’ve built together?” I wanted to take back the words as soon as they left my mouth. I found myself holding my breath as I waited for a response.
“Are you asking me to choose?”
“That isn’t what I asked you. Again, you’re deflecting.” There was no disguising my irritation. I figured his unwillingness to answerwashis answer. “Look, why don’t I just make this really easy for you, Bones.” I started to stand up, but his hand on my leg stopped me.
“Don’t go.” The plea I heard in his voice stopped me. “I just didn’t want him to find out this way.” I eased back down into my chair and covered his hand where it remained on my leg. “I l-l-like what we have together, and Gray finding out isn’t a deal breaker for me. Just let me tell him in my own way, okay?” My heart stuttered in my chest when I thought Miller was going to use a different L-word instead oflike. Millerlikedwhat we had while I was inlovewith him. There was a world of difference between the two.
I nodded and looked over to where Ben and Xavier were snuggling on a chaise together as the sky darkened. I wanted to be able to hold Miller that way but settled for linking my fingers through his beneath the table. It was a tiny step in the right direction for us. I found myself staring at his lips and wishing I could kiss him under the stars.
The first explosion of fireworks lit up the sky, and everyone turned to look upward. I chose to watch their reflection in Miller’s brilliant eyes instead. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him just how much he meant to me, but I wouldn’t risk pushing him any further than I already had that night. Miller felt my attention on him and looked away from the fireworks display to meet my eyes. I knew he could feel and see my intensity. A beautiful smile lit up his face, brighter than any pyrotechnic explosion in the sky. The hope I had felt earlier returned and intensified. I needed to be alone with him, to wrap myself around him so tightly that just maybe I could hold on to him with more than just my body. I wanted to wrap myself around his heart until his every heartbeat became mine. The level of sappiness I felt was making me feel a little nauseous, but I pushed on.
“Come home with me, Bones,” I said, leaning into him.
“As if there was ever a doubt, Jag.”
Miller
Iloved the month of July. It was the only time I took off from the university, and it was normally spent on a beach chasing sexy, tight, and scantily clad asses. Once I met Jag, I still noticed the other guys on the beach, but he was the only sexy, tight, and scantily clad ass I wanted.
I had talked him into taking off a week and going on vacation with me. It was seven days filled with sun, sand, and sex that was hot enough to singe the hair on my arms and legs. We kept our phones turned off and focused solely on one another, and dear God in heaven, I loved being his sole focus. I was going to turn into a sappy, lovesick fool if I wasn’t careful, and that would surely push him away from me. We had a beautiful thing going, and I didn’t want anything to ruin it.
My promise to tell Gray about us lingered in the back of my mind and was the only dark spot in an otherwise perfect vacation. I wasn’t stupid enough to think that Jag and I were still engaging in a casual hookup, but I wasn’t brave enough to discuss it with him. It seemed we were both completely happy with how things were going, and there was no need to hash out feelings and slap a label on it. It wasn’t the way we operated.
I was undeniably in love with him, and I was pretty sure he felt the same way about me. It could’ve been wishful thinking on my part, but the look in his eyes when he held me or the way he reached for my hand as we strolled down the beach told me I was right. I convinced myself Jag knew how I felt about him too and that we didn’t need to say the words. Things would change once those words were spoken, and I didn’t want or need anything to change. I had Jag, and that was all I wanted—or so I thought.
