Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Matt’s right. I’m an idiot. Wait … I don’t think he’s called me that. At least, not to my face. But it’s true.
Always thinking with my dick, even when I don’t mean to. I honestly thought kissing would take away that tension and awkwardness between us. I was wrong. So very wrong. Because now all I want to do is do it again. And again. And then maybe head south.
Stop. It.
When I’ve calmed down enough to go back inside, I flop down on the bed—the only bed in our room—and cover my eyes with my arm. Didn’t think of the sleeping arrangement until now.
We have to have a shared bed or the housekeeping staff could leak that we were sleeping in separate rooms, letting the world know our whole relationship is a sham. The bed’s not exactly wide, and when Matt’s as tall and wide as he is, it’s going to be a tight fit.
“I’m heading back to the gym,” Matt says and starts rummaging through his clothes.
“Again?”
“Running clears my head.”
“Thought there’d be nothing to clear seeing as the kiss didn’t do anything for you?” I’m proud normal Noah comes out and I can act like that kiss didn’t rattle me. “I’d join you, but my legs are still jelly from this afternoon’s session.”
“I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Right. That’s why Damon hired me to watch over you and pretend to be your boyfriend. Yup.”
Matt huffs and starts stripping.
I suck in a breath and hold it, because I don’t think I can survive another viewing. The guy’s body is insane. Instead of ogling his tattoos this time, my eyes go to his strong muscles, thick and powerful thighs, and the large bulge in his boxer briefs.
Instinctively, my tongue darts out.
What have I started?
Before I’m ready to stop looking at him, he’s dressed and heading for the door. “I’ll be back later.”
My cock pulses as he disappears into the hallway. Good. I can take care of my predicament, hopefully pass out, and then forget my failed attempt at making our situation somewhat bearable. I don’t know why I thought my dick would be immune to him just because he’s surly. It basically doesn’t discriminate against anyone. Well, apart from women.
I stare down at my cock. Still hard. Damn it. Usually thoughts of having sex with women makes it deflate pretty fast.
With no other option, I go to the bathroom and jerk off. All it takes is thinking about Matt’s mouth, his thick beard, and that impressive cock that was pressed against me when we kissed. But coming only takes the edge off. One single thought of Matt’s tongue and I get hard again.
A second time helps exhaust me but in no way satisfies my need. I fall into bed in my boxer briefs and beg for sleep to consume me.
Unfortunately for me, Matt returns at that moment.
“You weren’t gone for long,” I say.
“Just needed a quick run.”
I snigger. “I bet.”
I refuse to look at him because of his sweaty abs, tight pecs … damn, jerking off twice wasn’t enough. The shower starts in the bathroom and the temptation to rub another one out is overwhelming, but having already come twice, I don’t think I’ll have time.
Lucky too, because Matt only takes two minutes. He would’ve walked out and found me with my hand on my dick. If that’s not the definition of creepy, I don’t know what is.
The bed dips behind me. “They couldn’t have gotten us a suite with two beds?” he grumbles. His arm is flush against my back, and the heat radiating off him has me burning up. Jesus H. Christ, he’s barely touching me, but it makes me edgy.
I’m starting to think Damon’s set me up as some sort of payback for something I did to him. This could very well be seven nights of torture.
Then I remember I’ve signed on to do this until preseason, if not longer.
Maybe the anguish I’ll cause Dad isn’t worth the effort needed to achieve it.
“Mmm,” I complain, “Fuck off, Aron.”
Aron is a damn snuggler. I hate cuddling. He knew that when I started up with him. At first, he was cool with it and left as soon as we were done, but then he asked to stay one night. And then the next. Big red flags right there, but I didn’t end it. I should have, because then I wouldn’t be here … wait.
His heavier than normal weight doesn’t budge when I try to shove him, and that’s when I snap into focus and remember where I am.
“Who’s Aron?” the weight on top of me asks.
Matt rolls onto his back, finally freeing me from the confines of uninvited intimacy.
I reach above my head and stretch my back out. “No one.”
“I’m calling bullshit.”
“I’m calling none of your business.” I sit up and throw my legs over the edge of the bed.