I spend the rest of the day catching up with old mates from high school, chatting to some of my old teachers, and enjoying the rides while I wait to take my sister home. It beats spending the day moping in bed, tugging on my cock to memories of a certain masked stranger’s thick, pierced dick in my mouth.
I enjoy going to Euphoria’s masked night once a month because it’s easier than awkward dating apps to find a hot guy to hook up with, especially when I’m more interested in a little fun than a relationship right now. As someone who came to terms with his sexuality a long time ago, it was clear that the dude I hooked up with was in the wrong room last night. Knowing which dudes are still in the closet and not comfortable with their basic desires would’ve gonea long way to me enjoying my night. Not gonna lie, it would’ve been nice to have the blow job reciprocated so I didn’t feel so antsy and on edge today.
As the sun goes down, I head over to the basketball courts to help Amelia and Jade pack up, but my smile drops when I see the two guys who are too old to be Beckford High students chatting to them. Amelia’s eyes are locked on the lips of the blond guy who’s telling them about Kale’s party tonight.
Absolutely not.
Stepping in front of the cocky douchebag, I break Amelia’s line of sight and sign as I speak aloud for dumb and dumber to hear me. “Are you ready to go home, Milly?”
“Actually,” she says, shooting me an annoyed look, “Jade and I thought we might check out this party.”
I shake my head, my fingers moving furiously. “You’re not coming to a Beckford U party, Milly. I’m sure your friends will throw something.” I glance at Jade and say, “Theo will kick your arse out as soon as you step foot in the house. Save yourself the trouble.”
My sister’s best friend grimaces.
“Sorry, guys,” she tells the two idiots still hovering behind me. “Have fun.”
Amelia glares at me. “I’m not a kid anymore. Stop interfering in my life.”
“I know you’re not a kid,” I sign with a shrug. “You’re more than welcome to hang out at a high school party. Those guys were too old for you. You’re not going to any university parties.”
“What are you going to do next year when I’m attending Beckford U?” she retorts.
“Absolutely nothing,” I sign with a smile. “But that’s still twelve months away. Enjoy your high school partiesuntil then, little sis, because it’s all you’ll be doing for the rest of the year.”
She huffs and helps Jade pack up the rest of the face paint before stomping to my car. I know she won’t stay mad at me for long, but fuck if I’m going to let some older guy take advantage of her.
No fucking way.
Chapter 3
Noah
The last thing I want is a house full of drunk uni students.
Bass pumps through the speakers, and I grip the rim of my beer bottle as I tip my head back and chug the contents. I toss the empty in the bin a little too hard, cringing at the sound of shattering glass, but that doesn’t stop me from snatching another one from the fridge. I can’t stop thinking about the phone call this morning from my dad dissecting yesterday’s game. With the rivalry between Beckford and BHU, our game was streamed online, and let’s just say Carl Bentley doesn’t let it go unsaid when his son fucks up.
My foul mood worsens when Zac Kincaid steps through the front door, a cocky grin on his face as he rakes a hand through his perfect blond strands and nods a greeting to a few people. Fucking arsehole had gloves like a sieve last night. I wouldn’t have copped an earful if he’d saved Sinclair’s cheap shot. It’s not my fault the ball came off my foot wrong; he should have stopped it.
I watch as he strolls through the place like he owns it, greeting girls and guys with his easy grin and friendlycharm. He’s such a fake it makes me sick. No one is that easy-going all the time.
His hair flops in an annoyingly perfect way over his forehead, and he brushes it back as he leans in to greet a pretty brunette with a kiss on the cheek. Like he’s fooling anyone with his act. Everyone here knows he gags for dick.
My stomach churns and the walls close in as I recall how my body thrummed to life in the arms of the masked stranger from the club last night. The heavy press of his lips as his tongue tangled with mine. How his silky hair felt twisted in my fingers as I fucked his throat. Sweat beads on my forehead as I try to ignore the way my cock hardens against my jeans. This is wrong. I’m not?—
“You all right, man?” My housemate claps me on the shoulder, startling me out of the rising panic attack. “You look like you’re about to upchuck.”
“Huh?” I say, ripping my gaze away from our goalkeeper, who’s laughing with a group of people across the room.
Jasper eyes me like I’m about to vomit on the rug. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I mumble, taking a swig of my beer only to realise it’s empty. Holding it up, I motion towards the kitchen. “I need a refill. You want one?”
He shakes his head, holding up his own drink, and I stalk off, trying to ignore the feeling of him watching me. I need to cancel my membership at Euphoria, cut off the temptation. This is not who I am. It was just a lapse of judgement, a phase or some shit.
I head straight for the fridge, freezing when I realise someone got there before me. No, not someone. Fucking Zac Kincaid.
He straightens as I approach, two fruity chick drinks in his hand.
