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“I was thinking Fortnite,” he says easily, but my breathing is not controlled. It’s too fast, and my palms are sweating like crazy.

“Oh awesome!” Billy says. “I’m in!”

“What?” I turn to him, startled. Jonah just snickers, like he thinks this is funny.

“Uh . . .” Billy looks at me nervously. “I mean if you all wanted to just hang out, that’s cool. My mom says it’s rude to invite yourself along to things.”

I stare at him dumbly, but Jonah is on it. “Of course you can come. The more the merrier.” He slaps Billy on the back. “After practice.”

“Okay, cool.” Billy seems genuinely excited, and I guess, it makes sense to invite him. Looks less suspicious that way, but I can’t help but be a little bummed. I only get eight more months with Jonah before we graduate and he goes off to some college to start his life—and damn it, I just want to take advantage of every single second of it.

Billy bounces off down the hall, and I turn back to my locker, annoyed, but not sure if I’m even allowed to be. “Relax,” I hear Jonah’s sweet voice. “I think Billy could be a really good friend. He’s nice.”

I don’t look at him. “Nice?”

“Yeah.” I hear the laughter in Jonah’s voice. “Besides the guy has the attention span of a fly. I don’t see him hanging out too long. Then it’ll be just us.”

I turn to him now, eating up his wide grin but then nervously checking the halls for anyone else. It doesn’t seem to bother him. “Okay,” I say quietly.

“See ya,” he says with a bright smile, and God, I want to kiss him. I resist, of course, but it’s a long fucking day of resisting.

Every time I see him, I want to pull him to me and claim his lips. By the end of practice, I’m contemplating tackling Billy so hard, he’ll feel it for a week and won’t be able to come over to Jonah’s house.

Which yes, I know is fucked-up, but I really don’t care.

All I can seem to care about is getting to touch Jonah. This is becoming a problem.

Of course, I don’t wind up maiming Billy, and we all drive over to Jonah’s house after practice. Jenna is, of course, thrilled that Jonah brought home yet another friend and insists on making us snacks while we head into Jonah’s room to play a game.

“Man, I can’t believe I’m in Coach’s house,” Billy says, plopping down on the bed, bouncing on it like he owns the thing. The guy is like pure sunshine.

Jonah laughs. “You know he’s just a guy, right?”

“No way,” he says, “He’s Coach. He’s like a god.”

Jonah fake-gags. “Oh my God, never let him hear you say that. And you’re going to be the quarterback someday. Everyone knows that’s the god position.”

I snort. “Sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

“Oh right,” Jonah says, looking over at me as he gets the game going. “Left tackle holds that position?”

He’s teasing, taunting me, and trying to get me all fired up. It almost works, my dick starting to respond, but then I remember Billy is here. Just watching us as he holds eye contact and taunts me. “Fuck you,” I say dismissively but keeping it playful.

Jonah just cackles, and we actually have good time playing Fortnite with Billy. Jonah was right, though. Billy gets bored fast and heads home after only an hour, leaving us blissfully alone.

After saying goodbye, Jonah walks back into his room, where I’m waiting on the bed. I hear the click of the lock and swallow hard, knowing what’s coming. I can’t wait.

He walks over to me, between my legs. I grip his ass in my hands and breathe him in. My hands roam upward, under his shirt, feeling his soft skin. His back muscles move under my touch. He’s pushing against my chest, his body about to fall into mine when there’s a knock on the door followed by Jenna’s sweet voice. “Boys! Dinner’s ready.”

“Fuck. Me,” I say and Jonah leans in, kissing my lips softly.

“I mean, any time.”

I shove him playfully but have to admit I don’t hate that idea. I want all the things with him. We have a lot to do in a little time. “I should go.”

His face falls, and I hate it. I hate it with everything I am. “I was just kidding . . .”

I stand up, forcing him to stand too before I grip his chin gently, holding eye contact. “I wasn’t.” I let go of him, my hands sliding down over his hips and then his ass. “I want you to fuck me. I want to fuck you, if you’re into that.” I lean in. “I want everything.”