“Fuck,” I moan out and attempt to pull out, so I don’t come inside him even though that’s exactly what I want to do.
“Don’t,” he says, wrapping his arms and legs fully around me.
So I don’t, and I pump in and out of him as I come harder than I ever have in my life. After a few deep breaths, I open my eyes and look down at Ryan underneath me.
The smile on his face is soft, making him look content and satisfied. With his hand, he tucks my hair that hasfallen forward behind my ears. “Move in with me,” he says. And at this moment, I can’t think of any reason to say no.
With a wide grin on my face, I nod my head yes.
TWENTY-NINE
Ryan
Okay, I might be a little over-eager to tell Danton that Brandon is moving out. But I can’t help it. I’m excited to have him come live with me.
“Damn, Ryan,” Brandon says, shaking his head at me as we walk up the Foleys’ front steps together. “Would it kill you to not look so excited for us to crush Danton’s spirit?”
“Crush his spirit?” I laugh. “Trust me, he’s not gonna care.”
“Trustme,” Brandon says, his voice full of warning that I know isn’t necessary. I used to live here. Danton’s house is a revolving door of players needing a place to stay. “He’s gonna care a lot. They all are. So be gentle with them.”
Pausing at the door, I look at him. “If you’re so worried, why don’t you tell him?”
“Fine. You know what?” Brandon huffs, causing his unruly hair to flutter. “I will.”
The front door swings open, revealing Danton in the doorway eating a bag of chips. “He’s right, Ryan,” he says, popping another chip into his mouth. “You’re going to need to be careful with how you break it to me that the two of you plan on living in sin.”
Brandon’s head snaps as he turns to look at him more directly. “What the fuck?”
He pops another chip into his mouth then holds the bag out for us. I take some.
“You two aren’t exactly subtle,” Danton says. “Vicky and I got a bet going to see how long it would take for you to just decide it would be easier to cohabitate.”
Brandon’s eyebrows rise. I, however, continue munching on my chips. When Brandon looks at me, exasperated, I grin at him, then turn my attention to Danton and ask, “What were the parameters of the bet?”
“Vicky thought you’d wait until after the season was over. I told her it would happen before the finals.”
“Nice.” I lift my hand up between us. Danton slaps it. “I like how your side of the bet automatically assumes we’re making the finals.”
“Of course it does,” Danton says. “I have literally zero doubts.”
“That makes exactly one of us.” Brandon sighs.
Danton looks at me and gestures at Brandon with his thumb. “What’s he so negative about?”
I shake my head. “You know Baby. He’s always playing out the worst-case scenarios in his mind.”
“Well, don’t.” Danton slings his arm around Brandon’s shoulders and ushers him inside around Moxy, who’s waiting at the door. “Now, come on. Vicky made fettuccini Alfredo. Let’s eat.”
Following behind them to the table, I don’t know what Brandon was freaking out about. I knew this wasn’t going to be an issue. And honestly, not much is going to change. It’s like he forgot that Vicky likes to cook for an army, and we are a part of that army, so we’re going to be here constantly anyways. The only real difference is that we’ll go back to our place to sleep at night, and now when we suck each other off we can be as loud as we want about it.
Once seated, surrounded by the entire Foley clan, I take a bite of my food, then practically melt into my chair. The pasta is tenderand Vicky’s sauce is creamy and loaded with parmesan cheese and garlic. “This is so good.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Vicky says. “It took a few tries to really nail down the recipe, but I think I’ve got it.”
“You’ve definitely got it,” Danton says. “Maybe good enough we can lure these two into living here instead of Ryan’s.”
Okay, now I might understand what Brandon was worried about because at Danton’s words, Danny is now tearing up and has climbed into Brandon’s lap to cling to him. Brandon looks completely distraught. My heart clenches. I did that. This is my fault.
