“Superhero buddies.” Cory offers, so damn cutely I can’t hide my grin.
“Yes, quite. But honestly, Coach. I would offer the same to anyone on the team. It’s the right thing to do. For Cory’s family, the team, and for me. The Malkovich’s will be paying rent, which will help cover the mortgage I’ve been struggling to do alone. It’s a win, win.”
“We don’t want it to seem like you’re playing favorites, James but it’s an honorable thing to do. I’ll get in touch with the legal team, and have them draw up some type of lease that specifies this is done under the knowledge of us, but without our endorsement. Situations like this can become messy. I have to protect the team, and the college.”
“Absolutely. Great idea and this is all above board, Coach.” I can’t look at Cory, though I can feel his gaze burning into me. “All above board.”
After the sweet, but over the top gratitude Mom and Cherry laid on James, it’s surprising he’s still speaking to me. Giving me a rim job in the backseat of his car feels like a minor miracle.
Determined to keep his word to Faith, all of our hook-ups, and there’s been a lot of them, have taken place either in a car, at his apartment as weprepareit to be moved into, and once in a stairway on campus—poor judgment but oh so hot.
As is this. It’s dark out, convenient since we’re parked in the empty parking lot of a Home Depot. It’s a ridiculously tight space for a full grown man and a giant, but by God are we making it work. My face is buried into the faux leather seat, and James’ face is between my cheeks. That damn mustache brings me to the breaking point. Taylor Swift is blasting through the speakers, the car vibrating with the heavy bass ofIDid Something Bad,while James does the very same to me.
“Don’t you ever shave that thing, Jimmy. I’m going to paint your back seat.”
Thrusting his tongue deeper inside me, he tightens his grip on my ass cheeks and moans. He loves me calling him Jimmy. And eating my ass. “So good, Jimmy. So good.” When he growls this time, the vibration does me in.
I buckle beneath him, almost convulsing and spilling all over his seat. “James, fuck you’re going to be the death of me.” He doesn’t stop, just laughs and delves deeper and deeper before sliding his finger in to abuse the gland his tongue can’t reach. I feel him jerking himself as he does, and it’s that mental image plus the renewed stimulation in my ass that sees me come again.
“Cory, fuck I’m coming too.” The hottest back shot ever splashes on my sweat-soaked skin and I collapse, James falling on top of me. The weight of him delicious.
“Holy shit, that’s never happened before,” I pant. “Actually I didn’t even know it was possible.”
“Ne meither.” He huffs a laugh, lips peppering me with kisses. “I mean me neither. Fuck, I think my brain just blew out my dick.” Suddenly his laughter stops and his stills. “Next time, I think we should go for three.”
“I agree.”
“Can you even breathe right now?”
“Nope. It’s the best.” James laughs again, his body jiggling as he lifts off me and sits on his haunches as much as he can, and for the fiftieth time this week, I count my blessings. “You know, when I first met you, I would never have expected you to write filthy fan fiction, say things like, I think my brain just blew out my dick, and laugh because your cum-soaked body was suffocating me. You’re quite the dirty old bastard once you drop the snooty Frasier act.”
“I’m surprised you even watched Frasier.”
“Why, because I’m just a kid?”
“No, because it’s too high brow. You seem like more of a Dumb and Dumber guy.”
“Hey!” I sit up and slap his sticky chest. “None of the dumb jock stereotypes, please. You know I’m smart as fuck. After a rough start I’ve worked my way up to the highest grades in your sister’s class. And she hates me, so that’s even more incredible.”
The joyfulness in James’ expression melts away. “She doesn’t hate you, Cub.”
“Pitt. I think she does. Even Brady thinks so.”
“Brady said that?”
“He did. And don’t worry. I haven’t spoken to him, or anyone about us. He’s just picking up the vibe your big sis is laying down.”
James’ face falls further as he reaches for one of the wet wipes he’s started keeping in the car since we started fucking in it. “Sorry,” he says, as he effortlessly flips me over and starts cleaning. “She’s stressed with all this insurance crap, pissed with me because of the position I’ve put her in, and I get it. She shouldn’t be taking it out on you, though.”
“Did you do what I suggested? Tell her we weren’t seeing each other anymore?”
“I tried but she called me out straight away. I’m smiling too much to not be having sex, apparently.”
I should probably feel bad that James is having a hard time with his sister because of me. But it’s hard to focus on that when I hear he’s smiling all the time because of me, too.
“I make you smile?” I coo.
“Shut up.” He snorts, then tosses the dirty wipe in my face. “You know you do.”
