Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
He gave me a small nod.
“Congrats, buttface.” Zuri hugged me next, and I couldn’t help but wonder what Patrick’s family thought of mine. We were so damn different, but I loved my people for who they were and would never ask them to change.
“Thanks, brat,” I replied.
“Congrats, Tuck,” Kayla added, followed by Savanna giving her congrats, before Mom spoke again.
“Patrick introduced us to his family. We were just chatting while waiting for you.” Mom smiled.
“Hi. I’m Malik. It’s good to meet you officially.” I held my hand out for his dad.
“Charles,” he replied. “Nice to meet you, too. Didn’t you go to camp with Patrick when he was a kid?”
Wow. I was surprised he remembered. Maybe that was a good sign. He was clearly trying, and that was what mattered. “Yes, sir.”
Patrick finally spoke next, “This is Candice and my mom, Caroline.” He introduced me to both of them. Candice hugged me, but his mom shook my hand.
“I’m proud of him. He played a great game out there. Even when I was younger, he inspired me more than he knows.”
Patrick huffed. “Inspired you to hate me.”
“Nah. I just thought so. He’s the most dedicated player I know.”
Patrick took my hand as his parents looked at him, maybe trying harder to really see him than they had before. There was no doubting what I was saying, and I could tell they heard my message.
“We’re proud of him, too,” his mom replied. “He really is talented, isn’t he?”
“Yeah. He is.” I squeezed his hand just as Patrick’s dad asked if we all wanted to go out to dinner. I really wanted to take his son home and bury my dick in his ass, but of course, I wasn’t going to say that.
We agreed, and they took us out to a fancy place. At moments, the conversation was awkward, but we all found our footing, and again, I could tell his parents were trying to get closer to him, to understand him.
After dinner, they headed back to their hotel, and my family went to theirs. I palmed Patrick’s bulge while he drove, needing to touch him. “God, it’s been killing me to keep my hands off of you all night.”
He chuckled. “You didn’t. You had your arm around me nearly the whole time.”
“Does that bother you?” I questioned.
“No. I like feeling claimed by you, Malik. You know that.”
Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever heard. I growled in return, wishing we could fly over the LA traffic and get to his place.
I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.
“What are you doing?”
“Playing…unless you tell me to stop.”
But he wouldn’t because he didn’t want to. Not yet. “Don’t make me come.”
“I won’t. We’ll save that until we get home.” I stroked his shaft as it filled with blood, growing hotter and hardening against my palm.
“How are you feeling about tonight?”
“Are you asking me about my parents with your hand on my dick?”
I chuckled. “I am.”
“Fuck,” he gritted out when I ran my thumb over his tip and collected the moisture there before sucking it into my mouth.
“Keep talking, or I stop.” I slowly stroked him again.
“Goddamn you.” Patrick sucked in a breath. “It was…good. I’m not totally getting my hopes up yet, but since everything went down with me and you, they’ve seemed more attentive.”
“And the game? Did they give you too much shit afterward?” I palmed his balls, then went up to rub his glans.
Patrick’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “No…I…fuck, most people just talked about how good of a game I played, then asked how I felt that my boyfriend beat us.”
“Little do they know I’m beating off your cock right now.”
He chuckled, then hissed, the muscles in his thighs tightening. “You’re killing me, Tuck. I want you in my hole. Want to feel you stretching me out. It fucking kills me to be away from you as much as I am.”
“I know, baby. It kills me, too.” And we still had to figure out what we were going to do. I guessed we didn’t have a choice. Not if we planned to stay together, and we did. I wasn’t losing him. Not now.
I hadn’t realized how close we were to his place. Patrick pulled into the driveway. I bent to the side, kissing the tip of his cock before I tucked it away again. “We don’t want anyone to see this, now do we?”
“Definitely not. That’s all we need is a sex scandal next.”
“Race you to the door,” I replied before we both jumped out and started to run. He’d given me a key to his place; I could use it, but the bastard was faster than me and made it there first. He unlocked the door, and the second we were inside, we were on each other, stripping and laughing, hands frantic for bare skin.