I tilt his chin, searching his gaze for any sign of how bad this is. “How? What does this mean?”
To my surprise, he smiles. “Apparently, Nathan and Iweren’t as covert as we thought. Grandad knew the entire time. He was waiting for me to come out.”
“So, what your dad did?—”
“Had nothing to do with Grandad. He was shocked when I told him what happened.”
I frown. “What did your dad say?”
Darkness clouds his eyes. “I haven’t spoken to him. Hannah interrupted me telling Grandad about you with the news of your accident, and he sent me straight back here on his jet. I’ve been talking to him every night and keeping him updated, but I haven’t answered Dad’s calls.”
“How do you feel about all this?”
He leans forward and brushes his nose against mine. “Relieved.”
Warmth blooms in my chest, spreading through my body. I’m so down bad for this guy.
The pad of my thumb swipes along his bottom lip, and I swallow nervously before asking, “What does this mean for us?”
His brown eyes bore into mine as he says, “Grandad’s not the only one who knows about us.”
My brow furrows.
“A few of the guys were here when I arrived. I don’t think I did a very good job of hiding how worried I was about you.” A blush spreads over his stubbled cheeks.
“The guys?”
“Jasper, Dane, Ritter, Blake, Everett, Doyle, Griffin, Theo.”
The guys.
Over half the team,andTheo.
The cat’s out of the bag.
“They know we’re together?”
Swallowing, he nods.
“Are you okay with that?”
“Zac, I’m more than okay with it. For the first time in my life, I don’t have to hide who I am.” His hand sweeps around my neck and he closes the distance between us, pressing a chaste kiss to my chapped lips, sending the heart monitor crazy again as my heart skips a beat.
“We’re guaranteed to cop shit from them for a while, especially because of the lying,” he says with a chuckle when he pulls away, “but it’s worth it to be able to tell everyone I belong to you.”
“Fuck,” I groan, squeezing my eyes shut and breathing heavily as my dick kicks to life at his words. Mine. Noah Bentley is mine.
“Are you okay?” Concern coats his tone.
“Fine,” I grunt, taking his hand and guiding it down to my bulge. “You just can’t say shit like that while I’m lying in a hospital bed desperate to fuck you.”
He buries his head in my neck, sucking the sensitive skin. “You want to fuck me?”
“So bad,” I admit. “Is that something you might be into?”
“I’m into anything and everything when it comes to you.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
