And then he pushed my legs off his shoulders and gathered me up in his arms without ever coming out of me, rolling both of us onto the bed and holding me so tight that it was impossible not to believe in all the things he’d said to me.
I was his.
It really was perfect.
And as long as he kept holding me like this, I knew I didn’t have to worry about anything at all.
12
Tyson
“The fuck?”I muttered, cracking one eye open when some dickwad decided that it would be a good idea to start off Sunday morning with some loud as fuck drum practice. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand, which read too-goddamn-early-for-this-shit-o’clock, then grabbed the extra pillow I’d started keeping on my bed for Sean lately and shoved it over my face to try to drown out the sound.
Nope.
That was a fail.
I tossed Sean’s pillow off the bed and glared up at the ceiling, seriously ready to get out of the damn dorms and into that house with Brian already if this was the way my fellow dorm residents were planning on ringing out the school year.
Sean wiggled against me as the pounding continued. “Do you want me to go see who it is?” he asked sleepily, lifting his head up from his actual pillow—a.k.a. my shoulder—as he stifled a yawn.
“Who what is?” I asked, tucking him back down against my chest and deciding that maybe getting up early wouldn’t be the most awful thing in the world when he wrapped himself right back around me where he belonged, brushing a thigh across my morning wood.
I’d decided Sean and I should always sleep naked, and gotta admit, waking up at any hour to that particular pleasure put a positive spin on the day no matter how inconsiderate one of our neighbors was. I ran my hand down Sean’s back and squeezed his ass, wondering if it was still sore from the night before.
Who was I kidding, of course it would be. Fine. Morning BJs it was.
“Um, who’s at the door?” Sean offered before I could get started on that, popping his head back up and propping himself on my chest to look down at me. “Do you… do you want me to go check so you can keep sleeping, Tyson?”
The pounding stopped and I blame how distractingly gorgeous he was in the morning—all soft and sleepy and bleary-eyed and beautiful—for the length of time it took me to catch on to what he was saying. But once I actually did… what the actual fuck? Sean was right. That hadn’t been drumming, it had been some complete douche pounding on our front door at the crack of fucking dawn, and unless Brian had suddenly found out he had an inoperable tumor or some shit and needed me to donate a kidney before he keeled over and died, there was no fucking excuse in the world for anyone to be starting out my Sunday that way.
The pounding started up again with a vengeance, and I moved Sean off me and rolled out of bed, snatching up the pants I’d worn to the club the night before and pulling them on without bothering to zip.
“Stay here, baby,” I said, even more pissed off at the interruption when he blinked up at me with those big blue eyes of his, looking like pure temptation. “Your pretty little cock hard right now?” I asked, earning a blush that went all the way down to his chest for the question.
He nodded, biting his lip, and pulled back the blanket to show me.
I grinned. “Good boy. Make sure it stays that way for me, sweetness, but no fucking my bed. Soon as I deal with whatever the hell this bullshit is—” I jerked a thumb toward the sound of whoever it was that had just made it onto my permanent shit list, “—I’m gonna want to do something about that.”
“Okay,” he said with a shy smile that fucking slayed me, his voice going all eager and breathless like it always did when he was horny.
I was never gonna get tired of hearing him sound like that, and neither was my cock. In fact, I was pretty sure I was gonna need to hear iteverymorning, which was maybe something to discuss with him in detail later today so we could get our plans straightened out… and by discuss, I meant tell him the way it was gonna go down since there really wasn’t any doubt that he wanted to be with me, too.
I scrubbed a hand over my face as the pounding on our door paused for a moment before picking back up again. Jesus. I wasn’t ever gonna forget that needy, adoring look on Sean’s face last night when he told me he belonged to me before taking all eight inches of my cock like he’d been born for it. Giving him up, even for the summer, just wasn’t an option.
“Be right back, baby,” I promised, turning away before I gave in to temptation and decided to ignore the door and do what I really wanted. After all, Briancouldneed a kidney, and how much of a dick would I be if I let my buddy die just so I could get my cock sucked? I mean, I may have been a selfish son of a bitch, but I wasn’t totally without a conscience, you know?
It wasn’t Brian at the door, though.
“Uh, you guys in the right place?” I asked, my pissed-the-fuck-off taking a backseat to confused when I opened it to find a starched-up dude in a suit staring at his phone while murmuring into a Bluetooth as a pinch-lipped blonde lady raised her fist like she’d been about to start pounding on my door again. He looked like one of the money-types who loved to wave alumni flags at our games and get photo ops with the players after every win, and she was twice the age that a college student should be despite having obviously had enough plastic surgery to try and make her look like one. But nope. No way was this chick a day under forty, and if these two belonged here in the dorms, I’d start checking the weather report for news of hell freezing over.
“I suspect so,” the lady said in a clipped voice that was one hundred percent pure bitch while her man continued to be more interested in his phone call than the fact that they’d just dragged me away from my favorite part of the day. “And you must be Tyson Matthew Graham, correct? Athletic scholarship, barely holding onto the requisite 2.3 GPA, on the radar of several professional sports teams as a possible draft pick after graduation but with no fallback plan outside of athletics if your academic record is any indication.”
Yeah… and? Her fucking point was? Jesus. I didn’t need a fucking guidance counselor and Ididhave some shit lined up if football fell through, thank you very much. If this was what she’d dragged my ass out of bed and away from my boy for, she could fuck right the hell off.
“Yeah, I’m Tyson,” I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I stared her down. “And?”
Her nostrils flared, her eyes skimming down my body and lingering long enough on my package to remind me that I was both unzipped and commando. I reached down and remedied one of those things, because sorry, sister. Even if my junk hadn’t already been spoken for, girl parts had always given me a soft-on and ones who looked like they’d just sucked lemons and dressed like someone’s country club, stick-up-the-ass mom?Hell, no. Not even if I’d been straight and into cougars, thank you very much. This chick was—
