He nods. “He’s my best friend.”
I don’t want to ask, but I have to. “Have you two ever like, hooked up?”
Grey barks out a laugh so sharp and loud it startles me. “Oh no.” He continues to laugh. “God no.”
“Why is that funny?” Atlas’s reactions to Grey make me think otherwise. Maybe he is just suspicious of me after all. Which is fair, with Grey’s past and the things he’s been through.
“Well, first of all he’s too young.”
“I’m younger than you.”
Something dances behind his eyes when he looks at me. Something I can’t place. “Yeah, but five years and almost thirty is a hell of a lot different than twenty-four with nearly nine years between us. Honestly, that’s not even it. Atlas is a young twenty-four, which is not his fault at all. He’s been through so much shit.” I’m curious but I hold my questions. “Atlas and I roomed together the first year he got drafted. Before that I had a room to myself. It’s how I liked it. Coach put him with me, though, and I was pissed at first.”
“Were you?”
He nods. “Then, after we’d roomed together a few times, I was grateful. He needed someone to look out for him, and I became happy to be that someone. I love him to death, don’t get me wrong, but he’s a lot to handle.”
“Is that why you were afraid to tell him?”
He nods. “Oli told me he’s rooming with Ryker now. One of our friends on the team. Which is good. I like Ryker, and he’s about as patient as they come. That’s what Atlas needs—patience, and a firm hand to tell him no. He’s a brat.” He laughs. “He’s also my brother. Maybe not by blood, but he’s my family.”
Some of me eases but the other part of me wonders if Atlas realizes any of this. “So, nothing romantic going on, then?” I smile.
Grey looks at me. “No. Not one bit. I don’t even think he’s queer. I shouldn’t assume, but I think he’d tell me. Hetells me everything.” He looks at me, his eyes going to my mouth. “Why the sudden interest in my love life?”
I blush. “I just wondered. You two are close, so I wanted to ask.” I swallow.
“I’m not seeing anyone right now. No one beyond what’s currently happening in this bed.”
“And what is happening?”
He lets out a soft breath, sinking back deeper into his pillows. “What do you want to happen?”
My fingers drag across his chest hair. “I’m not sure. All I know is that I like this.” His palm cups my cheek, his thumb brushing my bottom lip, and the soft touches make my chest hum. I love the slow way he touches me. The gentle way his hands land on my cheeks. The soft breaths and slight tilt of his lips as his eyes lazily search my face. “I like whatever’s happening.”
Grey smiles, his brilliant, stormy blue-green eyes hooded on me. “Then we’ll keep letting it happen, until you don’t want it to happen.”
“Oh, I don’t see that happening. I—” I can do this. I know what I want. “I want a kiss?”
“Then take it like you own me.”
The words make my cock ache. I’m not used to making moves or feeling like this. I swallow, leaning down to press my lips to his, and sparks fly in my stomach. A soft heat flickers to life inside me. I feel it in my fingers, my toes, my balls. I feel like I’m flying when he’s touching me. Adrenaline and soft heat caress every inch of my skin. I don’t want this to end. I’m afraid it might.
The thing is, Grey doesn’t seem like the type to discard people easily. Or let them in easily either. He deepens the kiss. Soft lips and eager tongue. His deep moan makes me shiver. His tongue sweeps across mine and I melt against him.
His hands roam down my back, stopping right before mywaistband, and I pull back. I’m losing my mind. I blink at him. Beautiful blue-green eyes. It hits me then what I see in them. No anger. No ill intent. Just carnal want.
Grey wants me.
He doesn’t want to hurt me or use me. He wants me to feel good. He wants us to feel good together.
I dive back in and take my time tasting him. I don’t have to hurry. I don’t have to rush and make sure he finishes before he gets impatient. I get to explore him. My hands roam down his hairy chest, and I love how masculine he feels under my fingers. My hips roll against his thigh. I can’t help grinding against him. My erection is straining inside my boxers.
It’s not enough. I need more. With his hands firmly on my back, I move to straddle his waist, and with one roll of my hips I see fucking stars. My cock jerks. I want his hands on me.
“Felix.”
I can feel his bulge as I slowly grind my cock against him. He’s aching just as much as I am.
