I let him distract me with drugging kisses until we’re both moaning and writhing against each other, but when my hand drifts to his jeans, he pulls away, panting.
“Not tonight, Romeo.”
“No one will know,” I say, reaching for him again.
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my lips before rolling off me and the bed. “I’ve got an early study group tomorrow.”
“It’s only eight-thirty,” I protest, adjusting my aching dick.
“You’ll survive,” he says with a wink.
I groan, rubbing a hand over my face. “You’re a fucking cock tease.”
“Gotta keep you interested,” he says, backing towards the door.
“Arsehole,” I mutter, rolling over and burying my head in my pillow.
But I can’t keep the grin off my lips. He called me his boyfriend, and it sounded so goddamn good. I’m under no illusion that this will be easy, but these private moments with him are totally worth it.
Chapter 27
Zac
The week flies by with classes and training, but I have the worst case of blue balls. Noah and I haven’t been alone since Tuesday night—his house is too risky with Jasper and Dane there, and I can’t touch him in public. We’ve seen each other at training, had lunch a couple of times with Hannah at the campus coffee shop, and spoken every night on the phone, but I’m so desperate to touch him, it’s messing with my game.
“This is fucking torture,” I grumble into the phone when we talk after a light training session on Friday. We have an away game against Hightower tomorrow, and it was supposed to be my comeback after illness, but with the mistakes I’ve been making in front of the net, I wouldn’t be surprised if I start on the bench. “Can’t you come over and put me out of my misery?”
“No can do,” he says, amusement coating his tone. “Dane overheard Hannah telling Merida she’s going to Sydney this weekend to see her family, so I don’t have a cover story for going out the night before a game.”
I groan. “It won’t take long. Just tell them you’re going to the fucking grocery store for all I care.”
His laughter echoes down the line. “Aw, poor Romeo. Are you feeling a tad horny?”
“A tad? Dude, you’ve been teasing me all week.”
“I’m in the same boat,” he admits huskily. “I want nothing more than to have you fill my mouth.”
Oh, shit. My dick throbs at the thought.
“Maybe I should talk to Coach Johnson and see if I can manipulate the room assignments,” he says.
It’s my turn to chuckle. “Already taken care of.”
“Is that so?”
“I might have told him I’m feeling a little disconnected from my team captain and I think we need the chance to clear the air again.”
He splutters a laugh. “Genius.”
“Maybe so, but I might not get any game time if I don’t get some relief from my boyfriend soon.” His sharp intake of breath makes me smirk—it’s the first time I’ve said the ‘b’ word.
This time Noah groans. “I wish I could, but Dane’s watching TV downstairs. He’ll ask where I’m going.”
“So, tell him you’re going to go blow your goalkeeper so he’s on his game tomorrow,” I joke.
There’s a pause, and I wonder if I went too far. I don’t want him thinking I’m trying to pressure him into telling people about us.
Before I can backtrack, he sighs.
