Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Grossed out? What am I, a ten-year-old?”
I sighed, running my palm along his chest, grasping for him. “You know what I fucking mean, Gilman. Did it feel… wrong?”
I met his eyes, and he watched me for a moment.
I loved his lashes. The silvery blue of his eyes. Even the faint darkness around his eyes that always made him look tired.
“It didn’t feel wrong,” he said. “But I don’t know why you’re asking me this.”
I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff.
Wondering if I should jump down, plunging into unknown waters below, or back off and preserve what I’d always known.
Or maybe, right now, I just wanted to do something out of left field. Surprise him, for once. Because Gray Gilman made me feel like my life wasn’t just a train on rails.
He made me feel like there were no rules at all.
I slid my palm up along his chest until it rested on his throat. I clasped him there gently, feeling my cock ache between my legs.
“Maybe I didn’t hate it when he said we were a couple,” I told him.
“You don’t want that,” he murmured. “Judging by your past experiences…”
“Didn’t want it with Danny,” I said. “Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t with you.”
“Andrew,” Gray said, training his eyes on me. “When you punched someone, it had to do with Danny Ennick, didn’t it?”
It was like a bolt of lightning going through my chest.
The sound behind me was subtle. Subtle enough that I thought I might have imagined it.
But something about it seemed off, like a sound that shouldn’t have been there.
I paused for a moment, feeling Gray’s Adam’s apple bob under my palm.
“Wait,” Gray whispered.
Time slowed for a moment as I slowly turned my head to look down the hallway behind me.
Please let it be nothing.
But as I turned I saw that it wasn’t.
There was someone standing there.
He had his phone in his hand, then quickly slipped it back into his pocket. I dimly recognized the guy as one of the running backs from… some football team I’d played against in the past.
He’d been holding his phone steady, trained on us. And he’d likely gotten a video of me between Gray’s legs, shoved up against him with my hand collaring his neck.
Talking about Coach’s son as I did it.
Talking about the fact that I not only hooked up with Coach’s son, but that I punched someone because of him, too.
Don’t freak out.
Don’t panic.
But as I saw the guy turning to run, I knew exactly what had happened.
“No,” I whispered, pulling away from the wall. “No.”
I bolted for him as he ran down the hallway. He tried to slip away fast, but I was faster—I was trained for this, and I didn’t give a fuck if this wasn’t football, I couldn’t let him get away with that video.
The end of the hall had a narrow corner. I juked to the side, blocking his path right before he could turn.
“Delete it,” I said as I got him up against the wall.
Up close, I recognized who he was.
Colby Forren, a cornerback from Tennessee Tech.
He smelled like pure, potent vodka, and was clearly so drunk that he didn’t give a fuck what I thought about him.
“Not fucking deleting it,” he said. “People deserve the truth about you. Been trying to act like you’re God’s gift to college football this season but Coach Ennick only likes you because you’re secretly his son’s boyfriend, huh? Well now your boyfriend will know you’re cheating.”
Colby’s entire view of the situation was warped.
“Ennick isn’t my boyfriend. He is the one who cheated on me—”
Colby snickered under his breath. “And now I have you saying that recorded, too,” he said, flashing his phone at me.
“You’re deleting that video,” Gray said from behind us.
I saw a flash of metal and when I turned, I saw that Gray was holding an opened switchblade in his hand.
Cold fear shot through my spine.
“Gray,” I muttered.
He still carried switchblades around with him?
Was that just another thing I didn’t know about Gray Gilman? Exactly how dangerous was he?
“You think everyone in college football is going to call you out for being gay, Peachel,” Colby said, “but really people are just tired of you thinking you’re above everything. Always the exception. Bad grades? You pass classes anyway. Find out Ennick’s son is gay? You have to dick him down.”
“Sounds like you’re jealous,” Gray said.
“You don’t know that I had Danny Ennick before you did,” Colby spat at me, a fresh rage in his eyes. “And then the moment you came over to the Tempests in summer he cheated on me with you.”
I was so stunned I couldn’t think for a moment.
I saw movement at the edge of the hallway and I moved away from Colby in an instant.
It was just a family walking by, clearly people who were staying at the hotel but with no relation to the party going on.